May 13, 2013
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I just realized that I hate our Hymn of the Month. I hate the words of the chorus, completely and utterly. The verse is SO the song of my heart, but the chorus? It destroys the song.
I am Thine, O Lord, and I’ve heard thy voice
And it’s told Thy love to me…
But I long to rise on the arms of faith
And be closer drawn to Thee.Doesn’t that sound like me? But then… THIS happens:
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou has died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord
To Thy precious bleeding side.What. The. Heck?! I don’t want to go to the cross again. Neither does He – it is Finished, damn it. Isn’t it? It’s a Catholic thing to keep Him nailed up on that cross – my Lord isn’t there, anymore, He arose. And more than that, He’s not bleeding, either! He already shed that blood for my sins, in a once-for-all act, no? If it’s over, it’s finished, He’s come back and walked the earth and ASCENDED… I don’t want to go to that cross, I want to go to Him. This whole thing smacks of a nasty mass-like thing that just turns my mouth all rancid.
And the weird part? We do our hymns after breakfast. I was just sitting, reading a book, singing a totally different song when this realization hit me. Sometimes? Weird stuff happens, if you know what I mean.
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That was written by Fanny Crosby, Methodist. Really interesting woman, but much better poet I think. Funny how the concepts that a woman back in the 1800s held about her faith haven’t exactly changed all that much in todays world. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fanny_Crosby