Reflections on Sunday Night Worship and Related Revelations, Part 5


“All I Have is Christ”
I’m rather excited to make this my first post of 2012. It seems incredibly apt. After all, we’ve just discussed our response to the greatest gift we could ever receive. The Christmas season has reminded us of the gift of Jesus and pointed us back to Him. Also, this is an important reminder as we enter a new year. We own nothing, we have nothing, we are nothing except for Christ. Christ is all I have. He is the One Who can change me into someone I want to be. All that I call mine is His. All that is His is mine. And all I have is Christ.
The chorus of this song is simply profound. Just a short refrain: “Alleluia, all I have is Christ. Alleluia, Jesus is my life.” Over and over again the lyrics wash over us. How beautiful it is. There are no more words necessary. By singing those words, we release anything and everything we once claimed, and we cling to the One Who saves. He is all we need, and now He is all we claim. He has given me life; now I devote my life–all I am–to Him.
What’s even more amazing is that the song contains awesome lyrics in the verses as well. I don’t know that I’ve ever been so thrilled to sing about “my hell-bound race” and my rebellion. But those words sunk in the first time I heard this song. And they stuck.

“I had no hope that You would own
A rebel to Your will,
And if You had not loved me first,
I would refuse you still.

But as I ran my hell-bound race
Indifferent to the cost,
You looked upon my helpless state
And led me to the Cross….

Oh, Father, use my ransomed blood
In any way You choose.”

There was no reason for me to believe that He would love me, that He would choose me, that He would give me an inheritance. I was running as fast as I could as far as possible from Him. I was running straight to Hell, hating the One Who loves–Who is Love. Yet He came to me, gently pushed away my feeble blows, and took my hand. He turned me around and pointed to something in the distance. Then we started walking. Finally I found myself at the foot of the Cross. I was–and am–in awe of this device. It was originally intended for torture, and torture it did. Jesus Christ suffered and died on that Cross. Because of its torture, because of His bloody sacrifice, I can turn from sin and run to the Lord God Almighty so that I may worship. I am not my own; I was bought with a price, like the apostle Paul writes. So I offer myself as a living sacrifice, as a living temple, to worship and to be used. May the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ use me for His great plans, that I might serve His purpose and point others to the One Who saves. Gloria a Dios! Dios te bendiga!


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