As we do each Thanksgiving, we filled the hour of time after we consume the turkey (and before the tryptophan sets in) cracking open the hymnal and singing hymns together as my sister in law played piano. Such a sweet time to sing praise and give honor to the giver of each good gift for which we are thankful.
This year my mother in law requested #458, a song I had not sang in quite some time, but gave me some of those good old Holy Ghost goose bumps as I sang.
Christ calls us friend not because we deserve it, not because we have earned it, but because he genuinely loves us (John 15:13; 1 John 4:9-10).
We can never hollow ourselves out to the point where he is not able to fill us up. We are never able to drift farther than his reach. No matter how stony we allow our hearts to become, he is strong enough and able to make it a heart of flesh once again.
So sit back, listen to #458, and be reminded of his lovingkindness to you.
“Jesus, What a Friend for Sinners”
Friends may fail me, foes assail me, He, my Savior, makes me whole.
Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing ,He, my Strength, my vict’ry wins.
Even when my heart is breaking, He, my Comfort, helps my soul.
Storms about me, night o’ertakes me, He, my Pilot, hears my cry.
He hath granted me forgiveness, I am His, and He is mine.