The last thing my body wants to do on a cold evening is to go for a run, but I warm up my legs and then bare the cold to find my rhythm. Back to the dark again, and my thoughts linger on the hymn we sang by Charles Wesley – Jesus lover of my soul
Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
There is something so real and true about the old hymns, especially by Charles Wesley. The old hymns admit that the worshiper is a sinner but God is bigger and will deal with that sin if we but turn and drink of Him, but the new hymns, or a vast majority seem to lack this admittance of sin.
There seems to be a growing generation where there is no concept of sin. My walk to faith began with this realisation and the fact that there was only one way forward, one solution to this sin, Jesus.
I recently heard a story of someone’s coming to faith and their life story and it had one thing lacking – sin or any turning from it. Baptism should be that physical act where your old self is crucified with Christ, the most momentous moment of your life, and I couldn’t remember it because I was a baby, but years later that river drowned me and then spit me out a new person seeking answers.
Convict our hearts on a daily basis,
Help us to see the sin in our lives and turn from that old self to be light bearers to guide others to the living waters.
In Jesus name.