Saturday, April 19, 2008

He isn't safe? - But He's Good!

Today's Slice devotional from RZIM talks about how sometimes God's Sovereignty can seem scary and ominous apart from His Holiness, Grace and Goodness. Sovereignty is not tyrannical when it is bounded by goodness; God’s perfect holiness is not tortuous when it is tempered by grace and mercy. etc.

The author goes on to quote this scene from C.S. Lewis' "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe":
“Then he isn’t safe?” asks Lucy.
“Safe?” says Mr. Beaver. “Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe.
But he’s good.”
I remember reading this some years ago and then seeing it last year portayed in the movie "The Chronicles of Narnia." The children were never guartanteed comfort or convenience, but they were promised forgiveness, love and the victory to come -- which is also reminiscent of one of my favorite hymns, "It is well with my soul."

It is Well With My Soul (lyrics by Horatio Spafford)

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

Refrain

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Refrain

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

Refrain

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

Refrain

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Refrain

The hymn with a little background on the lyrics writer:


Two contemporary interpretations of the song for your enjoyment:

Jars of Clay


Audio Adrenline with Jennifer Knapp

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