✙ Ps. 16:11 ✙
To be human, alas, is to want stuff. Very often, the things I want and the things I need get mixed up in my head. And when that happens (which is most of the time), it does a number on my perception of God. If God satisfies my hunger, then the things I hunger for quickly become associated with God—or, worse yet, they become my gods.
Speaking about John 6:35—I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will not be hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty—John Piper once said that "believing in Jesus is a coming to Jesus so as to find your heart-hunger and heart-thirst satisfied."
I hear a lot about living with less. But is it really possible that to live with less is to possess more? We all live in God's presence, but to acknowledge that presence and to envision God's benevolent hand reaching out not with stuff but with faith and hope and love is to find peace in a world that offers a great deal of temporary satisfaction. My prayer for the day, therefore, is an old hymn by Eliza Hewitt* from around 1900:
*sometimes attributed to Lidie Edmunds, which was her pseudonym. The text here is adapted from the original.
Speaking about John 6:35—I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will not be hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty—John Piper once said that "believing in Jesus is a coming to Jesus so as to find your heart-hunger and heart-thirst satisfied."
I hear a lot about living with less. But is it really possible that to live with less is to possess more? We all live in God's presence, but to acknowledge that presence and to envision God's benevolent hand reaching out not with stuff but with faith and hope and love is to find peace in a world that offers a great deal of temporary satisfaction. My prayer for the day, therefore, is an old hymn by Eliza Hewitt* from around 1900:
My faith has found a resting place,I pray in the Name of him who taught me to pray: Our Father...
not in a human creed;
I trust the Ever-living One,
that he for me will plead.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea;
it is enough that Jesus died,
and rose again for me.
Enough for me that Jesus saves,
this ends my fear and doubt;
a sinful soul I come to him,
he’ll never cast me out.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea;
it is enough that Jesus died,
and rose again for me.
My heart is leaning on the word,
the living word of God,
salvation by my Savior’s Name,
salvation through his blood.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea;
it is enough that Jesus died,
and rose again for me.
My great Physician heals the sick,
the lost he came to save;
for me his precious blood he shed,
for me his life he gave.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea;
it is enough that Jesus died,
and rose again for me.
*sometimes attributed to Lidie Edmunds, which was her pseudonym. The text here is adapted from the original.
