Prone to wander, LORD I FEEL IT, prone to leave the God I love; Here’s my heart, Lord. Take and seal it; seal it for Thy courts above.

 

This weekend I spent by a lake beneath the stars in the country.  Campus Crusade plans this trip called “Fall Getaway” which is basically a … getaway.  Friday night, after the first session, our campus had us break up into smaller teams and talk about what we were hoping to get out of our time away.  My answer was that I wanted to reconnect with my Father, and give true recognition as to what I’m really doing here (in college).  His plans were just that, and then some.

The last week has been such an insane time of realization, reconnection, and resonating Truth to an extent that is just overwhelming.  Spare time that I possessed I wanted to spend reading His Word, because I had a literal need to expel everything inside of me that was further separating me from my Savior, the Man that died to set me free, the God that sacrificed to make me clean.  I needed my heart to be cleaned.  I needed to counter all the lies I’d stored up in my head with Truth, His Truth.  I needed it.  I read through the gospel of John.  Spread over 3 days, I read it like a story.  I read the story of Jesus’ life.  And death.

Because there just came a point that I could deny Love no longer; I could resist Him no further.  And all the foundation of my self collapsed.  And nothing looked more beautiful than my cross on my shoulder—nothing.  Nothing tasted sweeter than His mercy, His abounding Love (that is, love WITHOUT BOUNDS).  I looked at my heart, caught more than a glance, and saw that His name was written there—placed in the depth by the very hands that bore my name.  I looked and saw that His power was inscribed there. How wonderful.
And the “story” I was reading was no longer a story.  It was life.  It was sustaining; it was nourishing; it was food, and I was starving.  So I ate.  So I tasted, and saw that it was good.  I held His book in my hands and saw that it- the Truth- was good; it was more real than…this, than where I am, than the world.  It was more reality than my own skin.  And I believed that it was good.  And I believed that it was TRUE.  And I ate.

This weekend they showed us this little “pump-up video” one night (as Michael called it).  It was from a sermon by a Dr. S. M. Lockeridge in 1976.  In it, He vividly describes the attributes of God and there were some things that just struck me.  So I looked up the sermon when I got home and wanted to take a few (okay, many) excerpts to share here (but the whole spiel is pretty good; it’s only six and half minutes, so take the time to listen to it all).  These were just my favorite parts:

“My King was born King…
My King is the only one of whom there are no means of measure that can define His limitless love. No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of the shore of His supplies. No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing…
He's enduringly strong. He's entirely sincere. He's eternally steadfast. He's immortally graceful. He's imperially powerful. He's impartially merciful. That's my King…
He stands alone in Himself…
He's unparalleled. He's unprecedented. He's supreme. He's pre-eminent. He's the grandest idea in literature. He's the highest personality in philosophy…
He's the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. He's the only one able to supply all our needs simultaneously. He supplies strength for the weak. He's available for the tempted and the tried. He sympathizes and He saves…
He forgives sinners. He discharged debtors. He delivers the captives. He defends the feeble…
…my King is a King of knowledge. He's the wellspring of wisdom. He's the doorway of deliverance. He's the pathway of peace. He's the roadway of righteousness. He's the highway of holiness. He's the gateway of glory…
His Word is enough. His grace is sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy, and His burden is light. I wish I could describe Him to you . . . but He's indescribable. That's my King. He's incomprehensible, He's invincible, and He is irresistible…
The Pharisees couldn't stand Him, but they found out they couldn't stop Him. Pilate couldn't find any fault in Him. The witnesses couldn't get their testimonies to agree about Him. Herod couldn't kill Him. Death couldn't handle Him and the grave couldn't hold Him. That's my King…
He always has been and He always will be. I'm talking about the fact that He had no predecessor and He'll have no successor. There's nobody before Him and there'll be nobody after Him. You can't impeach Him and He's not going to resign. That's my King!”

He, to RESCUE me from danger, interposed his precious blood.

That’s MY King.