Saved

I wrote this poem to express how I feel about my salvation experience:

There once was a time when death’s horrific name,
Caused a harvest of tearful shame,
Because I knew that when it came,
I would not be able to remove its blame.

For sin’s dark grip entangled my mind,
And towards Hell’s flame did drag me,
There was no way to bind,
The thoughts of fear that did find me.

Try as I might I could not be free,
From those dark hands that entangled me,
I kicked and kicked, but to no avail,
All I did was fail, fail, fail.

Then a light, a glimmer of hope,
O, can it be,
That Jesus would die,
Just to save me.

I trust and believe,
My fears relieved,
My doubts no more,
Broken on faith’s shore.

Jesus Christ is the name,
That brought an end unto my shame,
He washed away my sinful pride,
And dried the tears that I had cried.

And now death your fearful name,
Has no power to place on me blame,
For through Christ’s blood  I am spotless and white,
And now only do I walk in the light.

Death your weeping has become laughter,
Your howls have turned to shouts,
For I know what happens after,
When I win my final bout.

The rush of your fear has become but a breeze,
And your stormy seas like calm,
I now pass through with ease,
Because of Biblical truth’s sweet balm.

By Patrick Lapp

The Ultimate Call

As I watched the ranchers rounding up their cattle into another field this morning, a queer desire rose up in me to do the same. And why not? Working under the blue sky and brilliant sun. The breeze in your face. The smell of hay and manure. The grunts and moos of cattle traipsing away. Such a simple, routine task for the rancher, this mission of moving cattle to a better place.

But within moments my thoughts ran a whole new direction. Why would I want to spend my life moving a bunch of cows around? What would I really be fulfilling, aside from providing beef for someone’s dinner?

I do have another mission, though. This, too, revolves working under the Son.  Here, the breeze is not only pleasant, but crucial, as it is the wind of the Spirit. The fragrance of joy and peace abounds where obedience abides. And the wonder and delight that’s voiced as souls journey to green pastures make the gathering worth it all.

Redeemer Father, thank you for giving your children a calling worth living for. Grant us the grace and strength to round-up the lost ones around us—for Your glory! You alone are worthy!

By Jessica Yoder

Our Petitions Are Worship

Even our petitions to God are worship. A prayer for healing is an acknowledgement that He is powerful, He can heal, and He is good (whether or not He heals). A cry for His Presence is an acknowledgement that our desires are not satisfied without Him—that He alone is the fulfillment of our secret longings. A prayer for aid in our job or studies shows that we believe He is strong to help us and we believe He is good enough to want to do so. We worship God even as we ask.

By John Allan