The worship song "最痛的時候" was performed by the church choir yesterday. There is a youtube link that included scenes from "Passion of Christ."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
How does one come to Christ? Why is it some finds strength to follow Him through the harshest of circumstances? Is it the promise of eternal life and glorious kingdom awaiting us? It is that... and yet so much more. Christianity is a religion of blood, each one who convicts to the LORD and Christ Jesus with all his soul and all his heart comes to the belief through experiencing His suffering on the cross. It is by the organic union of His blood and our tears that brands our hearts with unshakable faith; the love flowing red on the cross stirs our passion and moves our soul, knowing that each scourging on His body and flesh torn from His bones is love manifest to redeem and heal our form and spirit.
Witnessing the King of kings and Prince of peace being trampled under foot of indignity and suffering, silent and meek like a lamb, with only tenderness in His eyes pleading for our forgiveness -- for we so often don't know how we hurt Him -- I am covered with shame and aching over how great His love is for me that my heart can't help but to reach out to Him in desperation. My love for Jesus is like countless strands of silk inextricably wrapped around His, and forever belonging to Him is this black heart of stone and soot washed soft and clean by the glory of His boundless sacrifice.
Yes, His love lives in the freshly pierced wounds...
James
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
How does one come to Christ? Why is it some finds strength to follow Him through the harshest of circumstances? Is it the promise of eternal life and glorious kingdom awaiting us? It is that... and yet so much more. Christianity is a religion of blood, each one who convicts to the LORD and Christ Jesus with all his soul and all his heart comes to the belief through experiencing His suffering on the cross. It is by the organic union of His blood and our tears that brands our hearts with unshakable faith; the love flowing red on the cross stirs our passion and moves our soul, knowing that each scourging on His body and flesh torn from His bones is love manifest to redeem and heal our form and spirit.
Witnessing the King of kings and Prince of peace being trampled under foot of indignity and suffering, silent and meek like a lamb, with only tenderness in His eyes pleading for our forgiveness -- for we so often don't know how we hurt Him -- I am covered with shame and aching over how great His love is for me that my heart can't help but to reach out to Him in desperation. My love for Jesus is like countless strands of silk inextricably wrapped around His, and forever belonging to Him is this black heart of stone and soot washed soft and clean by the glory of His boundless sacrifice.
Yes, His love lives in the freshly pierced wounds...
James
