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Crossing Over

September 13, 2015

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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 I heard spoken
the vision had words
the words took on meaning
my heavy heart heard–
“nothing is hidden
that God does not view
all secrets
forbidden–
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 God
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
sprang forth in my breast
as dew is to parchness
or softness to harshness
through weakness
a sweetness
a gentle caress

a Holy
defining
with love
reuniting–
’til my heart resigning
responded
with “yes” . . .

“yes”
“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 sightless
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

listen
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
He–
without sin
became sin
for me

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

what wonder
what glory
His “yes” sealed my 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

Crossing Over

June 18, 2013

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

crushed by the weight
of this law admonition
that each sin committed
of my own volition
walls me from God
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
a sweetness
in weakness–
His gentle caress

untangling
unwinding
His love
redefining–
’til my heart resigning
responds a small “yes” . . .

“yes”
“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
to rightness
to goodness
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

listen
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
He–
without sin
became sin
for me

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

what riches
what glory
His “yes” sealed my story—
from wretched
to righteous
by Grace
and by Love

~JD Collier


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

“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

The Savior King

June 23, 2010

(An excerpt from “The Kingdom Story”)
a teaching rhyme
by JD Collier

Almost two thousand years from Abram’s birth,
was born the King whom God had sent to earth,
to bring the Kingdom God had promised, and
to rule the world—bring peace to all the land;
fulfilling all the words the prophet’s spake,
with signs and wonders proved He came to make
what God had promised. . . .come from His own Son;
fulfill the covenant still left undone.
He made His mission known, His words amazed.
For all of the sick He healed;  the dead He raised.
In parables He spoke, the truth revealed;
forgiving sins, and bondages He healed.
And everywhere the people sought Him out
to hear His words; know what He spoke about.
Palm branches paved the way as they proclaim:
“Blessed is He who comes in the Lord’s name.”

Now listen well.  It’s hard to understand
the actions taken by the leaders and
to see what happened next—what they believed
about the One God sent—how they received
the Savior King.

They listened to the words He had to say
and questioned Him to see if He would pay
attention to their thoughts—acknowledge them
as rightful heirs to father Abraham.
When He did not support them or their way;
they turned their back; a trap began to lay,
arresting Him and putting Him on trial,
He opened not His mouth and all the while
they railed at Him and shouted: “Crucify”!
“You claimed to be from God. Now you must die!”
They nailed Him to a cross and watched to see
if He, as God, would come down from the tree.
The Son of God they openly defied;
“You saved others.  Now save yourself,” they cried.
They sneered.  They jeered; taunting with words that sting.
Though sent by God—they killed their Savior King!

Can you imagine what the Father felt?
The man He made had with the Father dealt
with hateful heart, yet to religion cling—
but God would use this very death to bring
man back to Him.

Go back and read the prophets words of old.
About His death, Isaiah had foretold.
He wrote it well; his wording was precise;
describes from God a Lamb of sacrifice
who gave Himself a guilt off’ring for sin;
iniquity of all was laid on Him;
how He’s  rejected and despised by men,
how He, the Lamb, was crushed and pierced and then
taken away by death-assigned a grave,
yet did no wrong; in righteousness He gave.
It was God’s will that this would come to be,
for it accomplished everything that He,
with love unfailing, promised from the start:
the covenant He made. . . He will impart.
His Kingdom to be pure can have no sin.
He took the sin so we could enter in.

The Kingdom story did not end in death.
It did not stop when He took His last breath;
nay, it continues to a brighter day,
and gives man hope though He had turned away
from loving God.

It happened on the first day of the week.
The guards stood by so that no one would seek
to steal the body of the Savior King;
make an outrageous claim that they had seen
Him come to life as He had said He would,
and spread deception.  That would not be good.
But none could stop what God did foreordain.
What happened next the guards could not explain.
The earth did quake, an angel by the cave
rolled back the stone that covered up the grave.
The angel shone with brightness–all aglow;
the guards in fear were deadened in their woe,
(And now we know what Psalmist, David meant,
the words he wrote spoke of this great event;
“His body not decay”, the prophet said.)
for Jesus . . .  Savior King . . . rose from the dead!