I was greatly encouraged at church this past Sunday morning. We recited the Nicene Creed together, which has instructed the church on the mystery of the Incarnation for 1,700 years. We sang familiar hymns, similarly laden with rich doctrine, and we were delivered an encouraging sermon from Mark 10:17-31 on the story of the rich young ruler. Multiple points of the service were particularly moving, but before I reflect on those, I offer a more general reflection on the nature of the Bible itself.
Faith
I am the chosen lamb, no other can compare
To the beauty of my face or the brightness of my hair.
My bones are firm and strong, my every part well-formed.
With purity and spotlessness by God I've been adorned.
My master's tender voice has declared I am the best!
His gentle hand and loving staff have led me from the rest,
Away from fence and field to sleep beside him through the night
And help the kids complete their chores by early morning light.
My master, how he loves me, and I love him dearly, too.