-in describing the adorableness of M, age 4
9/13/09
Sundays bring out an ache…
That ache, those strains from song that leave souls soaring to great heights, our earth-bound bodies burning for freedom to traverse the hidden realms of glory we were made to partake in…those chords, those tones, those harmonies… My deepest being ringing with the echoes of the fleeting timbres, longing, aching for the capacity to express all, to feel all, to play all…
That ache, that of knowing the one who sits next to me knows, in knowing that there may be things I do not know, things about attachment, about contentment, about passion, about a pernicious compromise…
That ache, of seeing the ones I’ve grown accustomed to seeing, of faces that I’ve come to love…an ache in knowing that we all share in the same joy and the Love of the same God, the same Redeemer, the same Lord and the same Father. We are one family. And yet, thinking one day there may come a time that I may never see them in this context again, here on earth, that there may be the requirement of some passage of earthly time before we reunite in one company to lay our praises and crowns at the feet of Him through whom we unite…
An ache, in knowing I have sinned, my own contemnible soul is worthless in the eyes of God, my own ugly selfishness, my pride, my compromises and my rebellion. In knowing my own righteousness is as a filthy rag… and yet, knowing that Christ, the Son of God, that Son of the Father Who did not take pains to spare from the Greatest Cosmic Pain ever to be experienced in the history of the Universe; went through the Deepest, most Grievous Pain ever gone through from the highest of Heights through to the depths of Hell—that Rending…the greatest Rending ever to take place that made the powerful Sun to darken his face with shame lest he spy upon the very Judgment of God poured out on the least deserving of Beings, a damnation that caused the earth to shudder in her very vortex…that Wrath that I deserved, spewed out on the Innocent Lion of a Lamb…
All so I could be clean, set free from my own shame, counted as righteous in the eyes of a Holy and Just God. That I could take His name, bought by His blood, redeemed through His love, so that I could love Him, and find my true meaning and happiness in loving Him. That I could give my life in a continuous sacrifice of praise…that ache, knowing He loves me, that He is the Greatest, the Highest and the Worthiest…
“And when I think, that God His Son not sparing, sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in…that on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin…
Then sings my soul, My Saviour, God, to Thee! How Great Thou art, How Great Thou art!” –Stuart K. Hine
Comments (2)
Shiowei!! You've met Dr. Wang's brother Sheng-Tsung right? Because he and his wife are in the hospital today with a baby on the way! It's exciting. It's my birthday too!
Passby ~^^