"For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate me from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:38-39
Remember the song “Jesus Loves Me”? So simple, yet so powerful. I ran across it the other day and looked up the history (get out your kleenex):
Back in 1860, Anna Warner wrote it as a 3 stanza poem to comfort a dying child (over the years a chorus & other verses were added).
Here’s how it was originally:
“Jesus loves me, this I know; for the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong; they are weak, but He is strong.
Jesus loves me, loves me still; though I’m very weak and ill,
From His shinning throne on high; comes to watch me where I lie.
Jesus loves me, He will stay; close beside me all the way.
Then His little child will take; up to heaven for His dear sake”
Knowing the background drives it in deeper for me! As a child I was on death’s doorstep. I’m sure my mom sang these very words to me as a 6 week old suffering from spinal meningitis not knowing what the future held.
Suffering is everywhere in our world. It’s part of how sin has wrecked us. From the injustices done to innocent people, to the sicknesses of an innocent little child. Life is fragile, but God’s love is forever! No matter what you face, Christian, remember this: it will never separate you from God’s love!
I’ve been thinking about Michael Philip today. It happened just four years ago this week. The doctors said, if born this early, my grandson would only have a few seconds of life. At twenty-weeks, his tiny lungs were just not formed enough to breathe in this world. The family had all been together for many days in the dimly lit hospital room. As we all waited and prayed, God gave me these words:
Deep in the womb a soul, it is formed,
His life, a gift from the Lord transformed.
By days and weeks and hope of years with love,
Near God Himself and His Son from above.
All earthly life is Yours, not ours to know,
How many days on earth bestowed,
For life and length of days we pray,
This darkest night and into the new day.
We commit this hour a child, a precious soul,
Trusting your mercy and the word of your scroll,
Might I give my own self for the life that you made,
Not much of a price, but would be my honor to trade.
But my will is not His will. Michael Philip was born in the darkness of that early morning. He was quiet and still and beautiful. I held him in the palm of my hand. I touched his tiny hands and his feet, and his face, all perfect as God had formed them. At that moment, my tears ceased. Joy filled my heart and my soul, understanding again that God’s Son gave His life for Michael Philip. Because our Lord lives, Michael Philip lives and I will see him again. Happy birthday Michael.
Words of encouragement from the leadership at Calvary North.