Faith Meets World

Reflections on faith in a messed-up but beautiful world

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Dolphins

Having mentioned him briefly in yesterday evening’s post, I thought I’d share with you one of my favourite songs from veteran Welsh singer-songwriter Martyn Joseph. Enjoy.

Beautiful things

The message at our church yesterday was titled “God uses broken things”. As part of it, we watched this video of a wonderful song by alternative Christian band Gungor (who happen to be one of my favourite Christian bands). It’s so good I thought I’d share it with you today. If you’re broken in some way, be encouraged: you’re ripe for God to use.

All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

A song for Monday morning

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a song, so to help you start your week, here’s Keith Green’s wonderful arrangement of the classic hymn Holy, Holy, Holy.

A resurrection song

Happy Easter! Jesus is risen!

In celebration of our Lord’s victory over sin and death, I offer you Keith Green’s classic recording of Annie Herring’s Easter Song. Enjoy, and rejoice!

Hear the bells ringing
They’re singing that you can be born again
Hear the bells ringing
They’re singing Christ is risen from the dead

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A song for Good Friday

As we remember the earth-shifting event that was the death of Christ this Good Friday, I’d like to share a song with you. Nearly thirty years after I first heard it, Don Francisco’s Too Small A Price is still the most powerful song about the crucifixion I’ve ever heard.

I awoke to hear the jailer turn the key and push the door
‘Get out here!’ he shouted, but I stayed there on the floor
Frozen in the terror that rose and filled my brain
For I knew what they intended; I could not face the pain

Then soldiers came into the cell and dragged me to the yard
They threw me down before a cross and brought the whip down hard
‘Carry it!’ they shouted, as I struggled to my feet
I put my shoulder under it and dragged it to the street

I stumbled through a wall of screams as they drove me through the gate
It seemed that thousands lined the streets, their voices filled with hate
Like a wolf pack in the night that moves in for the kill
They closed the gap and followed us as we started up the hill

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Crucified man

As the clouds gather over Jerusalem at the approach of Good Friday, I invite you to listen to the beautiful and true words of Graham Kendrick’s song Crucified Man.

I have placed all my hope in a crucified man
In the wounds in his side, his feet and his hands
I have traded my pride for a share in his shame
And the glory that one day will burst from his pain

I’ve abandoned my trust in the wise and the proud
For this fragile, mysterious weakness of God
And I dare to believe in his scandalous claim
That his blood cleanses sin for whoever
Will call on his name

Live or die here I stand
I’ve placed my hope in a crucified man

I believe as they beat on his beautiful face
He turned a torturer’s chair to an altar of grace
Where the worst we can do met the best that God does
Where unspeakable hate met the gaze
Of unstoppable love

At the crux of it all there he hangs
I’ve placed my hope in a crucified….

Man of sorrows, man of grief
Will he stay beyond belief?

When the purest and best took the force of our curse
Death’s victory armada juddered into reverse…
And either we bow or we stumble and fall
For the wisdom of a suffering God
Has made fools of us all

I gladly admit that I am
But I’ve placed my hope in a crucified …

Man of sorrows man of grief
Will he stay beyond belief?

I have buried my life in the cold earth with him
Like a seed in the winter, I wait for the spring
From that garden of tombs Eden rises again
And Paradise blooms from his body
And never will end

He’ll finish all he began
Creation hopes in a crucified man

When I stand at the judgement
I have no other plan
I’ve placed my hope in a crucified man

Like the thief nailed beside him
I have no other plan
I’ve placed my hope in a crucified man

Graham Kendrick
Copyright © 2006 Make Way Music

Ride on to die

As Palm Sunday approaches, I thought I would start this week with a classic Michael Card song. May the depth of Jesus’ passion stir our hearts afresh during this season.

Sense the sorrow untold as you look down the road
At the clamouring crowd drawing near.
Feel the heat of the day as you look down the way,
Hear the shouts of “Hosanna the King”.

Oh, daughter of Zion, your time’s drawing near,
Don’t forsake Him, Oh, don’t pass it by.
On the foal of a donkey, as the prophets had said,
Passing by you, He rides on to die.

Come now little foal, though you’re not very old.
Come and bear your first burden bravely.
Walk so softly upon all the coats and the palms,
Bear the One on your back, Oh, so gently.

‘Midst the shouting so loud, and the joy of the crowd,
There is One who is riding in silence.
For He knows the ones here will be fleeing in fear
When their Shepherd is taken away.

Oh, daughter of Zion, your time’s drawing near,
Don’t forsake Him, Oh, don’t pass it by.
On the foal of a donkey, as the prophets had said,
Passing by you, He rides on to die.

Soon the thorn-cursed ground will bring forth a crown.
And this Jesus will seem to be beaten.
But He’ll conquer alone, both the shroud and the stone,
And the prophecies will be completed.

Oh, daughter of Zion, your time’s drawing near,
Don’t forsake Him, Oh, don’t pass it by.
On the foal of a donkey, as the prophets had said,
Passing by you, He rides on to die.

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