Archive for March 8, 2010

Ever since I attend a funeral of an ex-colleague last Thursday, I’ve found myself thinking about death and heaven. I bit morbid I know but everything about that funeral service challenged me: From the number of people at the service who Jim had touched in some way, the personal tributes given my Jim’s closest friends, the beautiful poem and Powerpoint presentation put together by his daughters and sons-in-law, to the songs we sang as a congregation.

My thoughts have been focusing on all the wonderful selfless deeds Jim did for those he knew and how ne always acted in a way fitting of a man of God. I’ve found myself examining my own life and realising how far from being that kind of person I am. This as very deeply upset me but also challenged me to try to be a better person, one who focuses more on others needs than my own. I know God will give me the strength and help to be all He wants me to be.

I feel so unworthy of God’s love as so often when He has presented me with opportunities to do selfless acts, I’ve turned away from Him, and done my own thing. I know that is so wrong and my reasons for doing so are so inadequate, as God would not ask me to do anything He didn’t think I could achieve with His help.

Today I pray that God will forgive me for my selfishness and help me to do His will, no matter how much I feel I am unable to do it in my own strength. Help me Lord to be a true Christian focusing on others needs rather than my own.

 The words of the hymn Take My Life, sum up my prayer to God today. This is one of my favourite hymns and I particularly like this arrangement of this song, performed here by Gemma Gunn from my corps, Bellshill Salvation Army:

Take My Life

Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee;
Take my voice and let me sing,
Always, only for my King.

Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.