Crossing Over

Posted September 13, 2015 by JD
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Every man (or woman) who comes to Christ has a story to tell. The particulars may be dramatically different but the underlying essence of each story is the same. Here is one man’s story or should I say every man’s story . . .

“I tell you the truth, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be condemned; he has crossed over from death to life.”
John 5:24 NIV

with life undeveloped
though eager to grow
the world lain before me
I set out to know
though blind to the Light
(but here I regress)
‘til the day came
when I would say “yes”

I saw there before me
(though unknown erstwhile)
a hideous strength
a wretched espial
a dizzying vision
a vision so cruel
a sucking
a ripping
deep swallowing pool
a sickness inside me
was screaming its woe
wickedness cleaving
alive in my soul

a chillness descending
a judgment impending
a cold unrepenting
alive in my soul

shocked by this vision
aghast at this sight
“this cannot be me”
I cry out in fright
“’tis only a dream–
a dream in the night”

but the dream became spoken
the vision had words
the words took on meaning
my heavy heart heard–
“nothing is hidden
that God does not view
all secrets
exposed by the true
unapproachably Holy
indescribable Light
no sin and no darkness
survives in His sight”

crushed by the weight
of this stern admonition
that each sin committed
of my own volition
walls me from Him
on the side of perdition
demanding my death–
’twas not a dream
but realities harsh
unmistakable theme

“O what can I do”
my thinking expanding
“can this be true-
this dour understanding”

haltingly breathing
remorsefully heaving
repentant and grieving–
I am defined

“help me I’m dying”
I cry out in pain
no more the denying
the truth is quite plain
this dreadful condition that damns
I confess
“forgive me O Lord
relieve my duress”. . . . .

then quickly
like blinking
a thought–
(more than thinking)
a glimmer of hope
springs forth in my breast
as dew is to parchness
or softness to harshness
through weakness
a sweetness
a gentle caress

The Holy
with love
’til my heart resigning
responds a small “yes” . . .

to Him I say
“YES!” . . .

as waves blood red
wash over the screaming
waters soft streaming
flow over my head
a pureness
a soundness
a grace that is boundless
from blightness
to rightness
to love I am led

the warmth of the surging
the cleansing
the purging
a newness emerging
as grave clothes are shed
from sickness to healing
from numbness to feeling
born from above
crossed o’er from the dead

that sound
a far distant cry
no longer my screaming
but those at the cross
where one is to die
with no interference
this man in appearance
this servant is humbled
and gives no reply
He carries the burden
my sin has incurred and
He offers himself in my place
there to die . . .
a “yes” to the Father
“may thy will be done”
and there
on that cross
the victory is won
my death and my hell
nailed to a tree
without sin
became sin
for me

an offering
from Abba
life from above
each “yes” that is spoken
soaks deep in His love

what wonder
what glory
His “yes” seals the story—
from wretched
to righteous
by Grace
and by Love

~JD Collier
“God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” (2 Corinthians 5:21)

“The moment the Spirit has quickened us to life in regeneration our whole being senses its kinship to God and leaps up in joyous recognition. That is the heavenly birth without which we cannot see the Kingdom of God. It is, however, not an end but an inception, for now begins the glorious pursuit, the heart’s happy exploration of the infinite riches of the Godhead. That is where we begin, I say, but where we stop no man has yet discovered, for there is in the awful and mysterious depths of the Triune God neither limit nor end.” A. W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God

I have heard it said that

Posted March 14, 2015 by JD
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there are seven billion people
on this earth
a hundred billion more
have died
there are four hundred
billion galaxies
(hubble has guestified)
that’s three point seven galaxies
for each one
who has ever been
each having billions
of suns and stars
planets and moons within
and when I look up
all of the stars that I see
are those that dwell
in just one
thousands of
light years across
and here I stand
on this earthly
in awe
of the God
who made it all!

~JD Collier

O LORD, our Lord, the majesty of your name fills the earth!  Your glory is higher than the heavens. . . .When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers — the moon and the stars you have set in place — what are mortals that you should think of us, mere humans that you should care for us?    For you made us only a little lower than God, and you crowned us with glory and honor.  Psalms 8:1, 3-5

Source:  “We now know that our galaxy is one of more than 400 billion galaxies in the observable universe.”  Scientific American, The End of Cosmology, March, 2008.

The Name

Posted February 18, 2015 by JD
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The Father,
All Sovereign,
All Wise–
His Excellency,
In Him all Divinity lies.

The Son,
The Christ,
The Truth,
The Lamb that was Slain–
The Word,
The Life,
The Light of Men,
The King who forever will reign.

The Spirit,
The Promise,
The Paraclete,
The Oil of Gladness and Grace–
The Comforter,
Spirit of Counsel and Might,
The Dove of Heaven’s embrace.

The Father,
The Son,
The Holy Ghost,
The fountain,
The spring,
The flow–
Atonement for man,
The seal of the heart and the soul.

One God
Our loftiest
Only in reverence
Speak The Name,
And joy in the God of Salvation.

~JD Collier

O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! Ps 8:9

Holy and awesome is his name. Ps 111:9

Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name; worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness.  Ps 29:2

Let them praise the name of the LORD, for his name alone is exalted; his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.  Ps 148:13

The name of the LORD is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe. Prov 18:10

He who forms the mountains, creates the wind, and reveals his thoughts to man, he who turns dawn to darkness, and treads the high places of the earth — the LORD God Almighty is his name.  Amos 4:13

The LORD will be king over the whole earth. On that day there will be one LORD, and his name the only name.  Zech 14:9

But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings.  Mal 4:1-2

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name” Matt 6:9


Posted October 26, 2014 by JD
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the olive crop fails
no grapes on the vine
no fig trees with buds
the skins have no wine
no cattle in stalls
the coop has no hen
the fields make no grain
no sheep in the pen
when bread is adversity
the water affliction
when day is calamity
the night no exemption . . .

stand firm in the faith
for deep in your soul
the Lord is your strength
to Him you can go
though grieving will come
there’s hope in the pain
for faith is your shield
and God will sustain
when everything fails
and reaping is nil
offer Him praise . . .
for He remains still
Hab 3:17-19

~JD Collier

Today in Church

Posted September 13, 2014 by JD
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Today in church,
the preacher asked me
if I would mind sharing
my testimony.
I strode to the front
to do my part
and told how the Lord
had changed my heart.

“First, let me read
a verse or two
from a parable by Jesus–
’bout what we should do.”

“Two men went to pray
at the temple,” you see.
“A tax collector
and a Pharisee—
The Pharisee thanked
his God that he
was not like the tax man
and never would be.
He tithed,
he fasted—
twice a week;
was unlike the tax man
who preyed on the weak.
But the tax man,
the sinner,
looked only down,
‘O God have mercy,’
as he bowed to the ground.”

“I tell you the truth—
of what Jesus taught:
one man was justified,
the other was not.
The humbled,
the exalted,
brought low.
The sinners confession
had saved his soul.”

I looked up from reading–
looked straight in their face.
I spoke to them boldly
of mercy and grace.
“I too am a sinner.
I too beat my breast”,
told all of my sins,
from the worst to the best.
I laid it all out
in explicit detail,
how I, like the tax man
was bound for hell.

Then looking to heaven,
those present could see
me thanking the Lord
for setting me free.
“Thank you,” I said,
“for working in me—
so I am not like
that damned Pharisee!!”

~JD Collier

*from Luke 18:9-14