Holy and loving,
Grant us in our consideration of your courageous Son,
Sustaining grace to realize that the hostile hand of sinners,
Is also Your helpful hand of discipline.
May we not seek the false remedy of alleviating our suffering by attenuating Your sovereignty.
May we agonize, struggle, and bleed to keep this faith.
May Your words come to our minds and hearts as light in dark times.
Grant us a sanctified memory, so that we may not forget Your words.
Teach us to esteem, value, even treasure Your discipline as it cries out to us that we are:
Not a bastard.
May we know that Your discipline does not come to us as a penalty, but for our purity.
We are corrected,
We are prevented,
And we are educated,
But the wrath and penalty due for our sins has been born, for hell hung on the cross in our stead.
May we be infected with a childlike awe to look just like our Daddy,
And may that desire make the bitter medicine of discipline sweet to our souls,
The unpleasant bud of pain, tolerated in hopes of the beautiful bloom of:
And the peaceful fruit of righteousness
May the truth of Your loving, fatherly, perfect discipline propel us to run, strive, and encourage one another.
We move in hope, only because we know You are moving.
Holy and loving,
We plead this with earnest tears, for:
The consequences are so severe if we respond with bitterness to your loving discipline.
Our ecstasy is the vision of You, in all Your glory.
Without holiness we will not see this, it is the stamp of our sonship.
God put this stamp on our souls.
May we not like Esau count corn flakes more than the Christ of the Cross and all He purchased for us.
In the name of Your perfect Son, Jesus,
I, Your lesser son, adopted and unworthy, pray, amen.