It’s Got to be More

Psalm 42:1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

I heard a portion of a song on the radio the other day. I don’t know who the artist was, the name of the song, or even the exact lyrics. But a portion of the chorus stuck with me.

The point of the song, as I understood it, was speaking about our Christian lives and what they should be like. It said something to the effect that “it’s got to be more like falling in love, not just something to believe in. More like giving my heart, not just following a cause”. (I’m sure the actual words were a bit different, but you get the general idea.)

I can’t help but to think how true this thought is. Our walk with Christ isn’t/should not be just about a cause or tradition, an idea or mere belief. No, our lives are anew in Christ Jesus. We are new creatures after our new birth. Our walk of faith is one of reality, of an intimate, personal nature with intimate, personal, Living Savior. Our souls should truly, as the psalmist wrote, pant and long for God’s presence and touch in our lives. If we are lacking that deep yearning we need to find an alter of prayer and stay there until He shows us why it is lacking. And then cry out to Him so as to set our relationship right with Him so we can re-kindle that passion. When it all boils down, this is all about love: Love for Christ, love for another.

God bless,


Sing for the Baby

My seven month old grandson likes to be sung off to sleep. I sing old hymns to him, Amazing Grace being one I always sing. The last week or so my son has realized how effective this is at getting him to sleep and has begun to try it, too.

Today he began to sing Amazing Grace, remembering the words to three verses.  Although the words were Amazing Grace, the melody was O Little Town of Bethlehem.  I didn’t correct him or say anything, not wanting to discourage him.  After a little bit of trying a few other hymns I joined in with him.  He quickly got the melodies with my lead and we actually sounded pretty good together.

It was quite the blessing for me to see my son singing hymns to my grandson.  And an even bigger one to join in with him, singing the baby off to dreamland.

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