Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. From When I Survey the Wondrous Cross, Isaac Watts
Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross. Hebrews 12:2
If Yosemite, Oregon, Colorado and a chunk of Northern New Mexico were mine, I’d still be lost without Jesus.
Let’s think on Jesus this Easter week.
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“Man of Sorrows!” What a name for the Son of God who came, Ruined sinners to reclaim! Hallelujah what a Savior! Man of Sorrows, Philip P. Bliss
Pretty likable looking bunch, don’t you think? Truth is, every one of us is a ruined sinner whom Christ died to reclaim. Hallelujah what a Savior!
I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. Jesus. (John 14:6)
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When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand.
The Solid Rock, Edward Mote.
On evenings like this when I’m especially tired, I’m glad I have the Solid Rock Christ Jesus. Otherwise I’d be sinking into this unsteady world.
A wise man….builds his house on the rock. Matthew 7:24
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I’d like to get back to the hymns for some of our discussions.
I’m looking at the song from the 1800s, “Jesus Calls Us O’er the Tumult.” I don’t think I ever looked up that word tumult. Even as a kid, I somehow knew it meant a confusing day when you’d rather go back to bed. I don’t know what Cecil Frances Alexander 
had in mind when she wrote:
“Jesus calls us o’er the tumult of our life’s wild restless sea.”
She doesn’t look too wild and restless. She looks more put together than I do on my days of tumult–or any day.
Today started out as one of those mini tumult days. The electricity went off, the clock was off, so I woke David up two hours late. The rest of the day was OK, I was just so sleepy–in spite of a little extra sleep, and it was Monday. It still is. And last night I lost the pictures on my computer.
What about real tumult?
*I attended two funerals last week. One sweet friend was younger than I am. *The economy looks worse daily. Bailing out doesn’t seem to be the answer.
*There’s crime and war and sickness.
For these more serious tumultous days, let’s look at more of our song.
“Day by day His sweet voice soundeth….”
* You can follow Me or you can follow the stock market.
* You can believe me when I say, “I will not leave you as orphans” (John 14:19) or you can hope our leaders figure out how to keep us safe.
* You can confess, accept God’s forgiveness and believe Romans 8:1, “there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus,” or you can decay in your guilt.
* You can rejoice in the Lord (Philippians 3:1) or you can mullygrub like I did this morning.
I wonder if she ever felt tumultuous over being named Cecil!
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