This Is Our God

May 27

I’m considering a return to Tumblr, but I need to continue praying into it.

Apr 16

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Feb 16

†=♥: Looking through the eyes of love... -

headoverheelsforjesus:

Looking through the eyes of love…

So a couple of weeks ago I was traveling up to see Olly Murs at the O2 and I was meeting my friend at Paddington station. Basically my 60/60 beeper went off (for those that are reading my blog and don’t know what 60/60is  I’m going to make a page about it soon :))
And I asked God to fill in the time and if he wanted me to talk to someone then bring them to me as I knew I had to wait for a while for  my friend who was going to be late.
Sure enough God answered and when I was sitting on the benches a man came over and sat next to me.
“Excuse me lady, I don’t mean to be rude but do you have a pound to spare so I get to the hostel tonight?”
My instinct reaction was to judge and ignore him and pretend that I didn’t hear him through my head phones. I fought againist the instinct and gave him a big smile. “Oh I’m not sure if i do as I’m a student and haven’t got much but I’ll check..” So I gave him a pound and I just expected him to walk off and carry on with his journey BUT he didn’t. He comfortably sat next to me and started to talk to me pretty much about his life. Now saying this I could only understand a bit of what he was saying as he had a very strong irish accent. So it was definitely a case of just smile and nod haha. But apart from not understanding a word he was saying and trying not to notice the over powering smell of alcohol and odour, I enjoyed the time I had just listening to him.

From what I could understand he’s a irish poet from Dublin and moved from Ireland years ago to try and make a career here but it didn’t work out so he has been living it rough for years. He told me that the previous night he had to stay in a hostel because it was too snowy to sleep out on the streets. However because of his Aspergers he gets picked on a lot by others and finds drink gives confidence to stick up for himself. My heart went out for him when he told me that he can’t really drink because of health reasons and its getting worse but as he put it, drink is the only way ‘to survive in this harsh world’. Even though as random as it was I could tell his real passion was poetry as he kept reciting all these celtic poems to me. Through out the conversation I kept praying just asking God to give me wisdom on when or whether I was to talk/ask him about his beliefs etc, but I didn’t feel stirred at any point…
The guy that I later found out was called Shaun kept apoligising if he was annoying me and that he would leave me if he was. But he wasn’t annoying me, I was in no hurry to get anywhere and I could tell he loved to talk and he enjoyed the company. So I always responded with a reassuring smile and told him it was fine, however when it was time for him to go he again thanked me for the money and I told him that it was a pleasure meeting him and that I hope he does well in his life and God Bless. Then I realised when he was walking off that even though I was directly telling Shaun the gospel I was living out what Jesus commanded us to do. The amazing thing is Jesus gave me a picture a year or so ago which talked about looking through the eyes of love… (click here for the link) We are all called to look through the lens of love…To Love God…To love people as you love yourselves! Not to judge! To accept people! To bless people no matter what!

So I challenge you next time you’ve got some time whilst you are out, just simply ask “God, if its in your will bring me anyone you want me to talk to and Holy Spirit please help me with the right words to say” If not just smile, everyone can be blessed with a smile. Don’t worry God will never give you anything that you can’t handle, he knows you well :)

God Bless :)x 

Jan 31

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Jan 30

Tumblr Goodbye

(Possibly temporary, possibly permanent)

I went to a youth workers conference with Newfrontiers this weekend, and God has challenged me a lot. There was such an abundance of truth about the victory we have in Christ, casting off all that hinders us to run to Him, and such a vibrant Spirit-let environment. As Stef Liston said, all it was was just being washed in the truth of God’s word.

One of the things He challenged me with is to take a break from Tumblr. I’ve felt the need to take a break many times before, but I’ve always been reminded that it was God who sent me on here in the first place so I mustn’t go my own way with it. But now I feel I must leave for a while as this ‘season’ comes to an end. I don’t know for how long, and I don’t know if it is permanent or temporary, that is up to Him to decide.

It is mainly so that I can immerse myself in knowing Him, knowing who I am in Him, who we are together, how I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to do. Knowing Truth, really. I’m immersing myself in Tumblr and Christian culture more than I am His word and it is not healthy - it only took just a few seconds of Nicholas Ferguson to list a few truths of scripture Satan doesn’t want us to believe before I realised, “I’ve been believing these lies and neglecting these truths.” I believe there is a real culture of defeatism on this blogging site, where we accept defeat and ‘survive’ rather than live victoriously in the victory Christ has won for us. Maybe just in the words we right and how we view grace as a life-support machine and not a full resurrection. Maybe it’s just me, but this is what I am being entrained to in this Tumblr culture.

I believe my dependence on Tumblr is something I need to brutally crucify. Paul says that we must crucify the flesh; which means to completely get rid of it. Hebrews says to throw off anything that hinders us, to ‘lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us’. Tumblr is slowing me down. Even though it is from God, and much Godly counsel and wisdom pours out of this site, it is something I must cast off. In my youth group, we used to play a game called Chubby Bunnies where you would fit as many marshmallows in your mouth as you possibly could. That is what Tumblr is like to me as I shove as much information into my brain as I can, but none of it is digested into my heart. The things I learn are good and the truths are important, but they lose that edification in the process. It’s a weed choking the seed’s growth in me and hindering any fruitfulness. So I am throwing this off in order to bask in the light of the Son and soak in His reign, to let Him produce growth in me and fruit through me. I want to be the good soil. We must seek first the Kingdom!

At the conference I spent some time in prayer as I went to pray beside the lake. It took me a while to find a log that wasn’t covered in duck poo, but I eventually found one in the middle of a circle of trees with the stars glistening above me. It was the first time in a long, long time that I have prayed for such a long hours. It was beautiful, it was magnificent, so refreshing - it was like going back to the day I first met Jesus and meeting Him all over again. Me and Him (and a squirrel I thought was a murderer making noises in the dark). That is what I desire! Such long periods of time soaking in scripture and prayer! John 8:31-32 says, “So Jesus said to the Jews who had believed him, ‘If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.’” That is what I want!

There are many other things this weekend God has called me to put down, and many other things He has told me to pick up. I believe this is a new change or direction in where I am heading, and some of these changes will be very tough and may push me further than my heart has gone before. He has reaffirmed my calling to Portugal and to lead a church in very personal ways, and has been showing me the earnest importance of seeing what God is doing with my church and being a firm part of that spearhead in this community. To paraphrase what Mike Pilavachi has said, we make connections with friends all across the globe and ignore the person sitting next to us, then we wonder why community is failing. Being young is the time to prepare myself in the Lord - and I know that I will lay on my deathbed one day wishing every moment I wasted was replaced with a moment I spent in prayer and scripture.

This is God’s call, not my own. And I don’t know if or when I will be back. To those who have asked questions which I have not responded to, and to those who have asked for prophecy who I have not responded to, I am very sorry and I will pray and see what He says about what I should do. God is faithful and will hear the cares of your heart, so pray for yourselves. You need only to go through Jesus our mediator to be before our Father.

“Therefore, my brothers, whom I love and long for, my joy and crown, stand firm thus in the Lord, my beloved.” 
(Philippians 4:1)

“Finally, brothers, rejoice. Aim for restoration, comfort one another, agree with one another, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you. Greet one another with a holy kiss. All the saints greet you.
The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.”
(2 Corinthians 13:11-14)

“See that no one repays anyone evil for evil, but always seek to do good to one another and to everyone. Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit. Do not despise prophecies, but test everything; hold fast what is good. Abstain from every form of evil.
Now may the God of peace himself sanctify you completely, and may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it.
Brothers, pray for us.
Greet all the brothers with a holy kiss.
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.”
(1 Thessalonians 5:15-26, 28)

Let no unjust deed or hindrance keep you from Him, and let all righteousness burst forth out of the fountain of grace which overflows in your heart. Be men and women of faith and scripture. Desire the spiritual gifts, and desire God above all things. Stand firm in the victory of Jesus Christ our Lord which He has won for us, and in the love of Christ Jesus who accepts us through faith forevermore. For His glory, amen.

Please pray for me!

I love you all, dearly.
God bless x

Jan 29

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Jan 26

Anonymous asked: looking at your question and blog on reformed theology is this what you believe? Just wondering as you didn't make it clear....

Yes, I do :)

“I’m Reformed, a Calvinist. I’m Charismatic, I live and believe in the full continuation of the gifts of the Spirit. And I’m a part of the Newfrontiers church organisation.”
- My blog’s bio ;)

Except, there are a few things on Reformed Answers blog I don’t agree with. For example, the regulative principals of worship. The reason we only gave that doctrine as a response and not alternatives is because it sticks closest to traditional Reformed theology. Another example I don’t agree with in traditional Reformed theology is cessationism, and many other Reformed believers don’t either.

Soli Deo gloria,
God bless! 

Anonymous asked: what is calvinist? and how is it different than other christian denominations?

Calvinism isn’t really a denomination, so to speak; it’s a theology. It’s also known as Reformed theology. John Calvin, who it is named after and who had a glorious beard, was one of the many influential people of Reformed theology.

Calvinism is usually known for its soteriology (the theology of salvation). It’s usually remembered by the ‘five points’ in the acronym ‘TULIP’, but I personally think it’s a really bad way of describing Calvinism. Paul Washer does an amazing job of describing it in this video…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRGMp0md5CE  

However, it is not restricted to that. It includes theologies such as God’s sovereignty, the covenants, and baptism, for example. Something that is very commonly said against Calvinism is that it’s a bunch of doctrines (teachings) that John Calvin made up. But that’s not true. All of it is based on solid Biblical evidence, and, as I’ve found out, an overwhelming quantity of verses. It’s so clear in scripture, in the writings of King David, in the prophets, in the teachings of Jesus, in the writings of Paul. Also, many of the doctrines held by Calvinists were taught by much earlier theologians such as Augustine too.

And Calvinists aren’t obsessed with John Calvin. Instead, we prefer to freak out over Charles Spurgeon ;)

If you have any other questions, I help run a blog about Calvinism and Reformed theology with a few others called Reformed Answers. You’re welcome to drop us a question any time!
http://reformedanswers.tumblr.com/ 
http://reformedanswers.tumblr.com/about_us 
http://reformedanswers.tumblr.com/ask  

Soli Deo gloria,
God bless! 

Anonymous asked: how do you feel about Christians who want to get tattoos or Christians who smoke weed as medicine?

Tattoos:

That’s cool, go for it :)

Some people do read Leviticus 19:28 and think that it is a sin, but the ceremonial laws (and the judicial laws) of Israel in Leviticus do not apply to us. Only the moral laws do.

Personally I don’t like needles. At all. So I wouldn’t get a tattoo! Also, I believe we should be prepared to ‘become all things’ for all people, in all cultures and societies, as Paul describes in 1 Corinthians 9. It could be a huge problem if God calls you to go to a country where tattoos are considered extremely deviant. Or where expressing Christianity overtly with a Christian tattoo could put you in unnecessary serious danger. That is my conviction.

Marijuana:

As a medicine, prescribed for a medical need, I’d say that’s fine. To my knowledge, I don’t see any harm in that. It is recreational use of it that we should not do.

Soli Deo gloria,
God bless! 

He tore the lion in pieces as one tears a young goat

When the Holy Spirit was upon His people in the Old Testament, He used them for radical changes in world history. Judges and deliverers like Othniel were raised up, conquering kingdoms at war and bringing peace to Israel. These wars, these judges, ensured that the line of Israel was preserved, and they altered cultures and nations around them for centuries down the line. By the power of the Holy Spirit.

The Spirit raised up men like Gideon, from the weakest clan in Manasseh and the least in his family, to become mighty men of valour. He took three hundred men against the camp of the entire Midianite army, and he tore down the idols of Baal. Judges 14:5-6 says that when a lion came to attack Sampson, ‘the Spirit of the Lord rushed upon him, and although he had nothing in his hand, he tore the lion in pieces as one tears a young goat.’ He is a Spirit of power!

But The Spirit did not rest on every servant of the Lord in then, and neither was He guaranteed to remain on those He did. King David cried, in Psalm 51:11, “Take not your Holy Spirit from me!” Moses said he wanted ‘that all the LORD’s people were prophets, that the LORD would put his Spirit on them!’ in Numbers 11:29. But Joel prophesied that the Spirit of God would be poured out upon all flesh, that sons and daughters would prophecy, that old men would dream dreams, and young men see visions!

We live now in an age where the Holy Spirit joins with us, dwells within us, and will never leave us. He is our eternal seal. He guides us in holiness, and makes us grow in the fruit of His character. He gives us miraculous and spiritual gifts for the good of encouraging others. He regenerates us and gives us new birth. He heals the physically sick and injured, and imparts wisdom and knowledge and prophetic words. He empowers us with authority to speak the News and proclaim the Gospel to most hardened hearts without fear. God the Spirit, the same Spirit who changed nations of old, changed nations as the Gospel of Jesus Christ was spread throughout the word - from Pentecost and now growing ever closer to the ends of the earth. We have a Spirit of power! When Peter preached his sermon, three thousand were saved.

After I heard this today, I thought, “Do we even understand this? Even in the slightest?” Imagine if the Old Testament heroes knew about the fullness of the Spirit given irrevocably to believers, imagine them trying to fathom the expanse of the power given to us. Even a church prophetically gathering would be radical, so alien, to them! I don’t think we even know. I don’t think we know the power of reading our Bibles, studying these words, and fervently persisting in prayer, and then letting that unleash in our preaching. The prophets did not understand their words, but they were writing for us! Forget ripping apart lions with our hands, our weapon is the sword of the Spirit, the word of God! We demolish darkness, we fight with His word! The heroes of old changed nations by His power, and the disciples of Jesus turned the world upside down and were unquenchable by persecution. Why don’t we see three thousand saved from one sermon, but instead none from three thousand sermons? All we’ve got to show are fancy websites. Where is this Spirit of power? If only we knew what power we possessed in Him for Him to do the unimaginable through us. We settle for songs, stadiums and mettings, but this can’t be it. We talk about evangelism as a bit on the side, an extra thing we’re meant to do. But what if it is everything? What if it is what this is all about? ”Make disciples!”

I prayed, “Holy Spirit, move me!” desparately wanting to know the power of the Spirit displayed in my life. I saw a vision of myself standing behind pulpit, and pulpit, and pulpit, and pulpit, holding the up the Bible and speaking passionately about God, in towns and cities and schools. I heard the word, “Preach!”

Let us go! 

Soli Deo gloria,
God bless! 

Jan 24

I serve the LORD, the God of Heaven.

We are nothing without Him, and we have everything in Him.

As small as atoms are to oceans, our planet is to the universe, and the universe is to God, and He is more. One pixel of the night sky contains billions of galaxies never seen before, each with billions of stars that dwarf our own. If the sun was twelve metres in diameter, the earth would be a golf ball. If a star called Canis Majoris was twelve metres across, you’d have trouble drawing our sun in comparison to it with the tip of a pin. The insignificance of even one of our lives cannot even be measured against such an infinite existence that surrounds us. Truly, who is man that He should care for him? The son of man that He should be mindful of Him?

God is holy, perfect and just. Never once faltered, never once failed. He has not lost control of anything. Heaven is His throne and the earth is His footstool, and He is not served by human hands as if He needed anything. Who has first given to God that God owes him? Everything is His, and every breath we breathe is borrowed from the Creator. He is infallible in wisdom, and omniscient in knowledge. He is the only standard of true absolute morality. Eternal and unchanging, with rights over everything. Nothing goes by unnoticed from His eye, nothing can falter or thwart His plan, His purpose, His sovereign will.

We, specs of dust, rebelled Him. We bit the only hand that could truly feed us, and searched for scraps in the world. Stale bread and dirty water, we found our comfort in depravity and sin. Our eyes were sewn shut by lies. A lie is something preferable to the truth: we love sin and hate God. And no one wants to be accountable for their guilt and shame. Our socially constructed moralistic ideas, subject to culture and time and personal differences, collided against His absolute standard of holiness. He would not budge to submit to us, so we rejected Him. Our standards of what’s wise and what’s right contrasted with His, and we were too scared, or more likely too proud, to admit that we were wrong and mistaken. We’re lord and we’re right! Everybody’s a theist, only for most their god is themselves. Pride is digging a ditch and thinking you’ve built a tower. Everybody thinks they’re pure, but such false purity is only pride that stains the self-righteous character. It’s like you’re bribing a judge with a pretense of selflessness as you offer him money for your release; you’re guilty of a crime and a bribe. Everybody feels good standing next to Hitler or Stalin, pointing at the news and saying, “They’re bad!” But a white sheep is filthy standing next to the snow, and our ‘good’ deeds are filthy rags to a perfect and holy King. In fact, we’re no differing to Hitler or Stalin, Satan or demons, our sin is the same: mutiny against God, neglecting His glory. We’re dead in sin, slaves to sin, and we don’t deserve a second to live. Any second we do is totally grace. We never gave back the breath that God gave us, we stole it. Truth is, we’ve got nothing to be proud of. But our own gods are ourselves.

So where were you when the foundations of the earth we set? Did you prescribe the limits of the oceans? Can you command the wind to blow the sails of ships? Tell me, have you walked on the mountains deep under the sea? Did you place each planet in orbit, and can you call out each star by name? Can you breathe life in the cells in your body? Where were you when the cornerstone of earth was put in place? Do you know its measurements? Did you put the water in the sky? Do you know the number of hairs on your head?

We need Him. He doesn’t need us, but we desperately need Him. ‘God is a crutch’ is an understatement. He’s a life-support machine, we’re dead without Him. But we’re too proud to admit it.

Who is man that God should care for him? Who is man that God should be man? God shows the cares of His heart in that, while we were yet sinners, He died for us. His love was not based on anything in us, because there is nothing to love, only to hate, about human beings like us. So there is nothing to boast. But His love was so great, His love was so strong, purely of grace. He climbed up a middle eastern hill, covered in scars and the flesh torn off His back, carrying a huge wooden cross to die on. Three nails and a crown of thorns, but that was not it. The full wrath of God, furious and real, burning with hatred was poured out on Him to pay for every rancid sin against Him. Personally. “You were bought with a price.” There is no worth within you, no significance to catch His eye, and only sin to repel Him - but by grace alone, you are bought with a price.

But not only does it reach there. He interrupts your life, opens your eyes sewn together with lies, opens them to see the truth of His beauty. He gives you new life, rebirth in His life. There is nothing we could do that’s deserving of Heaven, but He gives us all blessings in Heavenly places and seats us next to Him in Paradise. He comes and joins with our spirits and says, “I am the resurrection and the life; the only way, the only truth, the only life.” He becomes our food, the Bread of Life, that satisfies forevermore! Whoever drinks of Him will never be thirsty again! He gives us His holiness and righteousness, justified and blameless, purified and He sanctifies us. He never ceases to do good to us, and never will He leave us. His presence is with us to the very end of the age. We will never walk alone! He becomes our Brother, our Friend, our Comforter and King. Our Father, our Teacher, our Saviour and Lord. Completely of grace, even faith is a gift! He crowns in royalty and calls us His sons, co-heirs with Christ in His Kingdom. So riches we heed not, nor man’s empty praise, but He is our inheritance now and always. We serve Him because we love Him. We are not regimented, we run to Him. Here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come. Yet every single befit pales in comparison to knowing Him, fellowship with Him, and adoration of Him. He is our God and we are His people, and He is with us for all of eternity.

None of it deserved. All of it grace.

I serve the LORD, the God of Heaven.

Soli Deo gloria,
God bless! 

Jan 22

“Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind and said:”

We can be a lot like Job’s friends. Spurting out doctrines and ideas and concepts, ‘multiplying words without knowledge’. I would give examples but I fear that would defeat the point. They all make sense in their own little way, founded upon a few verses here and there. They may seem learned, or eloquent, or profound. But when God speaks out of the hurricane, it blows all these empty concepts out of the water. It’s the same when we put our ear to the hurricane of the Bible. Not citing and checking a few verses here and there, but getting engrossed in the pages.

God tells Job to man up in Job 40:7 and says, “Dress for action like a man; I will question you, and you make it known to me.” Let us hear God’s word speak first, and let our theology be a response to that. Don’t let our beliefs determine what we see in scripture and select what we hear. Don’t say, “I won’t worship a God like that.” Instead say, “Whoever you are, Lord, I will worship you.”

A wise man in my church named Roger once said to me, “Make use of the wisdom of your elders. But don’t rely on the wisdom of your elders. You can read; you’ve got to man up and read it for yourself.” Don’t rely on elders, sermons, blogs, songs and hymns, read it for yourself.

“Behold, God is exalted in his power;
who is a teacher like him?
Who has prescribed for him his way,
or who can say, ‘You have done wrong’?”
(Job 36:22-23)

God bless!

Jan 20

And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God

I’ve been trying to do everything my own way. My plans, my will, everything I think God should want me to do. Human exertion, my own efforts, my understanding. Trying to say the right words, do the right thing. While it bred contempt and pride, I tried to tear down my pride with pride, “I’m better than this!” Blind is what I was. But it’s when you try your hardest and find that all your attempts are worthless that you discover the sweetness of grace. It was when I pictured everything I had done for God that I found myself a more fortunate Cain…

“Stop rebelling against me. You’re my son, I love you.”

My salvation is all dependent on whether He forgives me. Not my works. It’s whether He chooses me, whether He dies for me. It took the Son of God to pay my debt. He could have easily left me to burn and die like the demons. They fell and God sent them no Saviour. I could have easily been in that same boat. It all hinges on His forgiveness, His will. And it was His will: He saved me. That’s mercy, that’s worship worthy.

I saw myself standing before Him in glory. Thousands upon thousands of angels and saints, light permeating and penetrating every particle in sight, flowing from the throne of grace, whereupon my Saviour sat. “I’m Your son! You love me!”
Then I found myself in a vision which I had years ago, saying the exact same words. The room was dark, except a light shining behind a Man who stood before me. I sunk my face into the ground and said, “Why would you delight in me? Why would you, of all people, delight in me?” All I could make out were open arms and a smile that said, “Come here, I love you.” All my iniquity passing through my mind, all by vain efforts which fall so short, building up to a cacophony of sound as I tried to think of something to say or do as an appropriate response. What came next was a quote from Paul Washer…

“Repentance is simply giving up.”

He justifies
He saves
He redeems
He reconciles
He makes right
He loves
He upholds
He sustains
He transforms
He sanctifies
He makes whole
He gives wisdom
He teaches
He guides
He adopts
He dies
He pays
He rises
He raises
He rescues
He forgives
He mediates 
He baptises
He makes righteous
He joins
He glorifies
He calls
He speaks
He dwells
He stays
He lives

He does everything!

“Nothing in my hands I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling.”

The next day, Francis messaged me.
“Do you feel like something in your life needs to be torn down?”
Frantically trying to define what it was - was it lust, was it pride, was it apathy - I resolved to conclude that God had told him it was something singular for a reason. A wall needs tearing down. I don’t know what that wall is.
“Yes, I do.” I replied.
“‘My son, if you let Me, I will tear what needs to be torn down and raise up what needs to be raised up.’”

“If you let Me.”

“If you let Me.”

How do I let You? What do I do?
“You don’t. There’s nothing you can do. Repentance is simply giving up. Rest.” 

Jan 17

Jan 15

Praise

Lately I’ve learned a lot about the background of hymns written. When you see the rich content of these old songs, they strike you to your core. The last verse of ‘The Love of God’ was written on the wall of an insane asylum. ‘O Love That Will Not Let Me Go’ was written by a man who’s fiance left him after he turned blind. ‘It Is Well With My Soul’ was written after multiple members of the writer’s immediate family had died. Read these hymns, and don’t tell me you don’t stand in awe at how these writers managed to such profound words.

But this speaks much more to me than the importance of hope in adversity. It speaks to me about the love of God. What love could prove so strong to drive a man to write such joy in such darkness? What love could sustain the flame of hope so brightly that it will not dim, but instead illuminates its surroundings? What kind of love could fully satisfy sorrow’s leeching void? No love but the love which satisfied the wrath of God to bring you Home to glory. Only a love greater than this earth could incinerate the cares of hearts like ours. Only the love of God, so relentless so strong, the love which broke through the heavens and broke through dead to engulf you in wondrous eternal life could create such words, could create such sharp praise this. His love is not merely unconditional. He’s not passive. He’s burning with jealous, furious love. Be consumed.

“Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.”

- The Love of God, last verse 

Soli Deo gloria,
God bless!