In a recent conversation (FB-messaging) with a dear friend about John Adams and his son, John Quincy Adams, the topic of whether or not they possessed genuine, saving faith arose. I mentioned that I thought I had read enough to believe that John Quincy was a Christian. I continued,
My friend responded, “Well, I’m thankful neither of us depend on our testimony for our salvation–but that our imperfect love is more than covered by His!”
- The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
- When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
- Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Sorry for my absence! It’s been five long weeks for me.
As most of you know, I am a manager at a local IT managed services firm. That’s my day job. My part-time job is that of adjunct instructor for a couple of colleges. I rarely teach for Bryan College, but Belhaven University tries to keep me busy. And that they did! I taught each Monday and Tuesday in downtown Chattanooga for the past five weeks. And that about did me in! Thankfully, Labor Day weekend hit on the second week of the schedule, but I still needed to take the day after the last class off as a vacation day to recoup. I learned one truth through the experience. I can’t agree to teach again back-to-back nights. It’s too difficult on this old body, particularly since I need to be fully-engaged in my position during the day. I need at least one day between classes from this point forward.
We live and we learn.
I like getting old.
Seriously–I am thankful I turn 50 in March. I like maturity, partly because it has been so slow in coming for me. I like perspective. I am grateful for the realization that the greener grass elsewhere is simply a mirage.
I don’t have anything profound to say at the end of a long week. I think I am still worn from the past five weeks. I’m also tired from working outside today with a chainsaw. I am ready for a good night of rest. Hopefully I will write something worth your attention in the near future. Tomorrow I will begin final grading for the two courses I just completed teaching. I’ll be watching some football as well. Part of the morning will be spent gathering with God’s people at church. Looks to be a good day.
Thanks for stopping by the blog. I hope you had a great month. Blessings, Tim