God's Mercy Through the Darkness

God Moves In A Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. William Cowper

How He Loves Us

This song seems to be a book mark of sorts for this season in my life. I first heard it the beginning of this semester as things were very difficult. Today I got a semi long term job, and just signed up for college classes again. I finish finding out I have a job, and this is the first song that came on the radio.

To all who doubt it, God does love you, and no matter how difficult things may seem He is taking care of YOU.

He is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,

Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,

And I realize just how beautiful You are,

And how great Your affections are for me.

Oh How He Loves Us ~David Crowder Band

The Resurrection

C.S. Lewis believed stories could bring out aspects of Christian truth that we otherwise miss or take for granted. Here is a beautiful excerpt from The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.

At that very moment they heard from behind them a loud noise -- a great cracking, deafening noise as if a giant had broken a giant's plate.

"What's that?" said Lucy, clutching at Susan's arm.

"I-I feel afraid to turn around," said Susan; "something awful is happening."

"They're doing something worse to him," said Lucy. "Come on!" And she turned, pulling Susan down with her.

The rising of the sun had made everything different -- All the colours and shadows were changed -- that for a moment they didn't see the important thing. Then they did.

The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that ran down it from end to end; and the was no Aslan.

"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the girls rushing back to the Table.

"Oh, it's too bad," sobbed Lucy; "they might have left the body alone."

"Who's done it?" cried Susan. "What does it mean? Is it more magic?"

"Yes!" said a great voice behind their backs. "It is more magic."

They looked round.

There shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen Him before, shaking his mane... Stood Aslan.

"Oh, you're real, you're real! Oh, Aslan!"

"But what does it all mean?" asked Susan when they were somewhat calmer.

"It means," said Aslan, "that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know..."

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Then with a roar that shook all Narnia from the Western lampost to the shores of the Eastern sea the great beast flung himself upon the White Witch.

Lucy saw her face lifted towards him for one second with an expression of terror and amazement.

Then the Lion and the Witch had rolled over together but with the Witch underneath; and at the same time all the war-like creatures whom Aslan had led from the Witch's house rushed madly on the enemy's line... And Peter's tired army cheered, and the newcomers roared, and the enemy squealed and gibbered till the wood re-echoed with the din of that onset.

Christ has conquered death, and the devil himself. I have read the last chapter and He is the victor.

Pain Molds the Individual

All true passion is born out of anguish. -David Wilkerson