Sunday, October 27, 2019

Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise

These are the lyrics to one of my favorite, old hymns.  Power words!  I love to sing this hymn, play it on the piano and hear it played by a majestic pipe organ!  What a mighty God we serve!

1. Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.
2. Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.
3. To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small,
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish, but naught changeth Thee.
4 Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All praise we would render, O help us to see
'Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee!

Friday, October 25, 2019

God's Majestic Glory

No words required.  God's Word says it all! 

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

God's Incredible Handiwork

Photo of Acadia Park in Maine courtesy of my good friend Amanda Raub.  Scripture verse courtesy of God, the Creator and Sustainer of all things!

Monday, October 07, 2019

Feeling Overwhelmed?

Feeling overwhelmed as I was today?  This scripture verse was exactly what I needed.  This eternal truth was what encouraged me to RUN to the Rock and find refuge in His everlasting arms.

The Lord invites you to do the same.  His arms are open wide. He's calling you to come...and He will give you rest for you soul.

Wednesday, October 02, 2019

God Still Provides

One evening I was enjoying a meal with my sons Matthew and Nathan in a restaurant not far from home when something caught my attention. From my vantage point I looked out across a farmer’s field, covered in snow with a few old stalks of corn breaking through the crusty, icy ground. Even though I was supposed to be engaged in meaningful conversation with the boys, my mind was racing and a variety of thoughts were fighting for my attention. The beauty of that pastoral setting was negated by deep concerns.

A flock of blackbirds landed on the field trying to find some nourishment. Frustrated, they flew off to look elsewhere. My mind went to Matthew’s gospel where the former tax collector writes of the care of the Creator for His creatures, birds and mankind, feathered and fearful. He penned these words two thousand years ago. They still have a profound impact today.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns; and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?” (Matthew 6:25-27)

Taken from the Pilgrim Scribblings archives...written in December 2004.