After returning from this long awaited, first time ever, dream of a life-time cruise, things have suddenly changed.
Having been out in the middle of the ocean for five days, things seemed to have taken on an entirely different meaning. Oh yes, it was beyond wonderful. The beauty of God's Creation left me speechless (and that, my friends, is a miracle in itself).
Suddenly, I felt very very small. So undeserving of such a wonderful experience. The only thing that has ever made me feel this way is knowing and experiencing the Love of our Heavenly Father.
Since I've been home, I cannot get the thought of the dying world all around us out of my mind. It seems that, now more than ever before, God seriously desires us to tell others how much He loves them, and to do this as quickly as we possibly can.
The gospel message has nothing to do with what we do, not because of what they do, but only because of what HE did in dying so that we may live. Dying so that we may know of His Great Love for us, accept his death as complete payment for our sin and live with Him eternally.
"Thank you seems so inadequate, God, for all you do for us. For your Unconditional Love, Mercy and Forgiveness toward us. Please send your Holy Spirit to open hearts to receive Your gospel message of redemption, justification and eternal life through our repentance and acceptance of your finished work at Calvary".
I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.
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O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!
For me it was in the garden
He prayed: “Not My will, but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat drops of blood for mine.
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In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
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He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calvary,
And suffered and died alone.
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When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.
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