Poured Out

I am poured out like water and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax it is melted in the midst of my bowels. Psalm 22:14

As a teen ager I always loved the Christmas presents I got from my stepmother. She bought me beautiful expensive clothes. But as a loving reminder she would leave the price tag on! She didn’t mind spending the money but she wanted to be sure that I treated her gifts other special care!

When we are singing It is well with my soul we should always remember the cost of that message. In the garden His soul was sorrowful unto death. On the cross He was poured out like water. When the spear pierced His side the last drop of the lifeblood of Jesus flowed down to the ground. When we always remember the price we will always treasure the gift. 

Whiter than Snow

Purge me with hyysop and I will be clean. Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow Psalm 51:7


Here at the tag end of summer even the concept of the first snow seems unreal. But God gently prepares us for that experience. First will come the bright reds and pinks of the maple leaves. Then the tomato plants will cease their harvest. Finally the frost will pass through like a silent thief and steal the last blush from the Rose. Then gray skies, cold winds and brown grass will be all that remain of the summer’s  memories. That is the moment when the blessed first snow comes to gently cover the hills with it’s white winter blanket.

 David reminds us in Psalm 51 that the sweet but temporary snow is nothing compared to the purest of whites found only in God’s mercy. When just as David did, we cry to our heavenly Father for forgiveness He sends a cleansing agent that does more than simply give us a fragile whiteness that can be blown away or melted in an hour. God sent us His only Son to die in our place. That Innocent blood alone has the power to wash me and make me forever whiter than snow!