No cute analogies, no geeky illustrations, and no powerful quotes; I am at a loss for words. It’s been a draining week. Part of the writer’s block is I’m sure due to the fact that I just want to go home right now. I just want some rest. I don’t want to put out the mental exertion to write. I am tired. I am weak. I am inadequate. I am insufficient. I am sinful. Perhaps I have been looking at the text only to see how I can use it to feed you. I need this text. I stand with you under the text while I preach it.
His suffering brings me to glory. He sanctifies me. He has one origin with me. He is not ashamed to call me brother. He defeated death. He delivers me from the fear of death. He helps me. He is a merciful and faithful high priest. He made propitiation for my sins.
I’m going to go home now, reflect on these truths, and rest in the perfect work and sacrifice of my Great High Priest.
Before I do, here is another Hymn I am angry I didn’t learn:
Before the Throne of God Above
By Charitie L. Bancroft
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea.
A great high Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in Heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.
Behold Him there the risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of glory and of grace,
One in Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God!