A Blessed Weekend
A PERSONAL PRAYER God of both Fridays and Sundays, “See from his head, his hands, his feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet…?” - Isaac Watts, early Methodist hymnodist. I stand amazed by your love, for me, God. When I stand in the court of the pavements of my imagination, watching the whip, the thorns, the humiliation…, my heart breaks. When I trail behind your son to the cross, watch him fall and struggle to rise, I bow my head in shame and sadness. But then I consider you, God… seeing what we do to [...]