Why?

I just stumbled across this song recently, having heard it while out in India on Lizzie's one-pod (as my friend Caroline calls it). It's a song by Nicole Nordeman, titled 'Why?', and tells the story of the crucifixion through the eyes of a little girl (watching the whole ordeal from Jesus walking up the hill), then Jesus (through the crucifixion), and then God, finishing on the wonderful truth of why Jesus had to die on the cross.

I find it a very moving and powerful song. The lyrics are just underneath the song,
Have a listen and why not post your thoughts on it?



Why?- Nicole Nordeman

We rode into town the other day, just me and my
Daddy. He said I’d finally reached that age, and I
could ride next to him on a horse that of course
was not quite as wide We heard a crowd of people
shouting and so we stopped to find out why There
was that man that my dad said he loved, but today
there was fear in his eyes

So I said Daddy why are they screaming? Why are
the faces of some of them beaming? Why is he
dressed in that bright purple robe? I bet that
crown hurts him more than he shows Daddy please
can’t you do something? He looks as though he’s
gonna cry You said he is stronger than all of
those guys-Daddy please tell me why, why does
everyone want him to die?

Later that day the sky grew cloudy and daddy said
I should go inside Some how he knew things would
get stormy, boy was he right But I could not keep
from wondering if there was something he had
to hide So after he left I had to find out, I was
not afraid of getting lost So I followed the
crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from a cross:

And it said : Father why are they screaming. Why
are the faces of some of them beaming? Why are
they casting their lots for my robes?? This crown
of thorns hurts me more than it shows. Father
please can’t you do something? I know that you
must hear my cry. I thought I could handle a cross
of this size, Father remind me why, why does
everyone want me to die. When will I understand
why?

My precious Son, I hear them screaming. I’m
watching the face of the enemy beaming but soon I
will clothe you in robes of my own. Jesus this
hurts me much more than you know, but this dark
hour I must do nothing. Though I’ve heard your unbearable
cry — the power in your blood destroys all the
lies, soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.
Look there below see the child trembling by her
father’s side. Now I can tell you why, she is why
you must die.

TheWeeScottie

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weird is just your own personal brand of normal

Irn Bru + snowman = ?

Being a Scot (and having a deep fondness of high-sugar, worryingly orange drinks), I couldn't resist posting this vid from Donald's blog.



Had me in absolute stitches!

TheWeeScottie

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weird is just your own personal brand of normal

Reading a'hoy, thar be work off the port bow

Why the piratey name for the post? I have noooo idea, it just came to mind. What a strange mind I have, but you all knew that anyway so that's that.

A crazily busy term is laid out before me currently, with school placement starting next Monday, and 3 assignments as well as my special study (~8-9k words).

Last week my mind went 'wurgh!', and I got in a real fluster about work and this term, in particular my dissertation length special study. That bout of worrying wasted a good 2 days in me effectively saying, 'it can't be done, I can't do it!' But then Saturday made me take a pause as He gently, but firmly reminded me of something needed to hear:

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.
-- Proverbs 3v5-6 --

What had I been doing? Trusting in the power of Tim; which, I was humbly reminded again, amounts to diddly and a portion of squat. Looking back to last term, God held me firmly through the school experience, the assignments, and whatever else came along. Why should be not uphold me this term?

How easily we forget God's sovereign hand, and let our eyes drop to the rocky ground directly in front of us. And as I was reminded on Sunday, that focus of ours needs to be raised to the goal, to the author and perfecter of our faith: Jesus Christ. Only when it's set on him, does every worry melt into insignificance beside his glorious faithfulness, his ultimate power and total capability to provide for our every need.

It's not for no reason he commands us to trust; this is the command of a loving father, capable of anything.

TheWeeScottie

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weird is just your own personal brand of normal