”I even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more.”
I love today’s worship choruses, but I thank God for the old hymns of the church. They come quietly at the perfect moment—reminding me of why I worship.
In the middle of the night in the midst of storm and strife came the wonderful whispered words—“I hear the Savior say thy strength indeed is small, child of weakness watch and pray, find in me your all in all. Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe sin had left a crimson stain He washed it white as snow”.
The story is told that a woman by the name of Elvina Hall wrote these beautiful words during a prayer meeting. Coming to her in the swiftness of the Spirit’s sounding she gave them to her pastor who later discovered another of his flock, John T. Grape had written a new music score. The two came together and the miracle of song was born. Birthed in the Spirit it still comes, softly, quietly to steady the feeble hearts of men and saturate our souls with refreshment.
We all need to be reminded. This is why we drink the cup and break the bread—to receive and to give of all that heaven offers us, to be light in the darkness, salt in the tasteless venues of this 21st century and hope to those without sight. This is the reason for the season.
Further Reading: I John 1:7; Hebrews 9:12