After pushing the sliding doors open this morning and seeing the sun stream across the lawn, I heard a faint singing. I slipped on my shoes and walked out the doors, onto the lawn, and just waited.
In a few moments, it started again. With a deep, rich baritone voice, someone was singing…
My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh my soul
The shock of hearing such beautiful singing, at 7:30 in the morning, on Easter morning – I was amazed. And all at once, I wanted to rush across and meet whoever it was that was singing about my Savior.
My heart is full this morning as I ponder the resurrection of Christ and without a doubt, I am quietened and awed. I need Him as my Savior.
John Scott, in his book Basic Christianity, wrote the following:
It’s no good giving me a play like Hamlet or King Lear, and telling me to write a play like that. Shakespeare could do it; I can’t. And it is no good showing me a life like the life of Jesus and then telling me to live a life like that. Jesus could do it; I can’t. But if the genius of Shakespeare could come and live in me, then I could write plays like that. And if the Spirit of Jesus could come and live in me, then I could live a life like that…To have Him as our example is not enough; we need Him as our Savior.