“The mountain tops are not as tall. The valleys seem to be getting small. Still a river runs deep inside me…”
Greetings Dear Reader,
It seems odd to close out writing about something so close to what I am intended to always be doing. I do need to ponder additional things to keep moving. Moving is what I must keep at to journey home.
I cannot make this journey on my own. None of us can. We need to follow someone there. We do not know the way. The one we follow “holds out a cross and a crown.” I think that we do not consider that we have to accept both equally.
We must take up our cross to follow Christ. My Grandfather used to say something about this. “When you saw someone carrying a cross you knew one thing. There goes a dead man.” When you take up the cross you resign yourself to death. For us it is rarely physical death. It is, however, death to self, to wants, and sometimes to our dreams. Since this journey is not our destination giving up those things costs less than we think it does.
There is also that promise of a crown. It is not what we should seek but there is reward inherent in following Christ. The idea is to follow for the sake of following; for the sake of our love for Christ. I see that I have been too long enamored of things that are not part of the journey. There is too much to attend to for me to be distracted by things that will not last.
I know that I need fellow travelers but I need to depend on Christ and accept companionship as it occurs along the way. I do not love any less those who said they would always share the journey with me and have left that promise behind. I do, however, see that dependence on their words is another form of hanging onto the temporary. “In Christ alone, my hope is found.”
I do not value your company any less Dear Reader. I just realize that I cannot burden you with standing in the place of Christ. You may reflect him and he may use you to provide companionship at times. I will love you with all my heart. I must, however, focus on Christ to journey me home. It is where I long to be and where we are all headed.
In Christ Alone — Stuart Townend
In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone! — who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe.
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied -
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine -
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand:
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, “That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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Originally published at aramisthorn.blogspot.com on September 17, 2018.