Weekly Wrap & a Prayer for Good Friday
Earlier this week at EdStetzer.com
- Considering (and Surviving) Unhealthy Christian Organizations, part 1
- Australia Reflections, part 2
- The Resurrection of Jesus as a Historical Event: A Closer Look
- The Explicit Gospel: An Interview with Matt Chandler
- Monday is for Missiology: Division, Precision, and God's Mission
- Gallup Releases New Research On American Religion
A Prayer for Good Friday
Today is Good Friday. What makes Good Friday good? God made a way, through His Son, for us to be reconciled with Him.
May we never forget the great exchange made at Golgotha.
Our sinfulness for Christ's righteousness.
Our death for His life.
Love Lustres at Calvary
Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips, supply words that proclaim 'Love Lustres at Calvary.'
There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy Son, made a transgressor, a curse, and sin for me;
There the sword of thy justice smote the man, thy fellow;
There thy infinite attributes were magnified, and infinite atonement was made;
There infinite punishment was due, and infinite punishment was endured.
Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy,
cast off that I might be brought in,
trodden down as an enemy
that I might be welcomed as a friend,
surrendered to hell's worst
that I might attain heaven's best,
stripped that I might be clothed,
wounded that I might be healed,
athirst that I might drink,
tormented that I might be comforted,
made a shame that I might inherit glory,
entered darkness that I might have eternal light.
My Savior wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes,
groaned that I might have endless song,
endured all pain that I might have unfading health,
bore a thorny crown that I might have a glory-diadem,
bowed his head that I might uplift mine,
experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclothed brightness,
expired that I might forever live.
O Father, who spared not thine own Son that thou mightest spare me,
All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;
Help me to adore thee by lips and life.
O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,
my every step buoyant with delight, as I see
my enemies crushed,
Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,
sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,
hell's gates closed, heaven's portal open.
Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross, mighty to subdue, comfort and save.
From The Valley of Vision, a collection of prayers from an unknown Puritan.