Nothing Left to Hide: An Easter Poem
And so he swept away sin’s tide; / Demons, death denied; / Came back to win his bride.
And so he swept away sin’s tide; / Demons, death denied; / Came back to win his bride.
With the findings against Roberts-Smith, I am reminded that whilst sometimes the truth is hard to swallow, as Christians, we ought to pursue it. Whilst it is heart-breaking and world-shattering, we need to be interested in it, if not for our sake, then for the sake of those who suffer without it.
Preaching a funeral sermon is not an easy gig, and I want to acknowledge the preacher’s efforts. However, I really wish he had bolstered the sermon with the real, good hope of Christ. I wished I had heard the following:
While I’m incredibly thankful for modern medicine removing my cancer, my greatest problem remains: my heart is corrupted with the corrosive forces of evil.
Our willingness to surrender to God’s will results from believing that what we gain in Christ is worth more than any costs that come from a life of service to him.