How Deep the Fathers Love for Me

I’ve had a hard time getting to enjoy the new songs that we have in church. I miss the old hymns that we always sang. Lord knows I’ve tried but today we had one that seems to strike a cord. 

If I go to a modern mega church today I will get the same serving no matter where I go. We’ll stand up and sing for 25 minutes, 30 minutes for the message, and 5 more minutes of standing up. Within an hour I’m back out on the street. Our church is a bit longer, but the same menu. Seems like in the old days we had much more variety. But somehow today one of the songs seemed to speak to me:

“How deep the father’s love for us,

How vast beyond all measure!

That he should give his only son, 

To make a wretch His treasure 

Behold the man upon a cross: 

My sin upon His shoulders;

Ashamed I hear my mocking voice 

Call out among the scoffers.”

I was the one that nailed Jesus to the cross. This is quite a sobering thought. 

How can I not be afflected by these words.

“How great the pain of searing loss! 

The father’s turns his face away 

As wounds which marred the chosen one 

Bring many sons to glory. 

But this I know with all my heart

His wounds have paid my ransom.”

The only thing that could have been any better is to lead right into the song,

“On a hill far away

Stood an old rugged cross.”

Before I put away my soapbox, Penny (Nancy Whitaker) mentioned the halftime super bowl program by Bad Bunny, and the alternative program put on by Turning Point, of some of the top contemporary artists. The entertainment industry, the movers and shakers have pushed their crap on us for long enough. In honor of Charlie we need to speak up. 

—James Neuhouser