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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

Good Friday and Passover!

March 27, 2013

At the very moment that Jesus was carrying the cross towards Golgotha, the priests were carrying the perfect passover lamb to the temple to be prepared for  the passover sacrifice. And when the nails were being driven into His hands, the priests were sounding the rams horn for all to hear and know that the passover lamb had arrived. And then at 3 in the afternoon, Jesus cried, “It is finished!” and died at the precise time that the priests sacrificed the passover lamb. Only God could arrange such a simultaneity!

almost two thousand years from Abram’s birth
God sent His King
the Promised One to earth
to teach and show them love
they were amazed
the sick
He healed
the dead
He raised
and everywhere
the people sought Him out
to hear His words
know what He spoke about
palm branches paved the way
as they proclaimed
“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 Jesus did not lift them
in their pride
they turned their backs
and set His claims aside
arresting Him
and mocking with a trial
He opened not His mouth
yet 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
and so
the Son
they openly defied
“You saved others—
now save yourself” they cried
they sneered
they jeered
they taunted with words to sting
though sent by God—
they killed
their
Savior
King!

~JD Collier

Veteran’s Day 2012

November 8, 2012

Veterans of Faith

all those who died
who went before
who blazed the trail
who fought the war
all those who bravely
stood the test
who walked by faith
when hardship pressed
all those who loved
who saw beyond
who praised His Name
when hate was spawned
to those who lost
whose blood was poured
who gave their life
yet gained reward. . .

to those with hope
who gave their best
who heard the word
in faith said yes
all those who chose
His firm embrace
whose eyes could see
a better place
all those who bore
the cross
the shame
whose faith stayed strong
in Jesus Name
to those who crossed
the line and won
those saints of God
who cheer us on. . . .

and those today
who stay the course
who stand against
an evil force
who walk by faith
confess their sin
who stand their ground
who don’t give in
to those in Christ
who do their part
absorb the hurt
yet don’t lose heart
to those who stand
in one accord
vet’rans of faith
who seek the Lord. . .

we honor with grateful applause!

          ~JD Collier

“. . . the world was (is) not worthy of them” Hebrews 11:38

For a listing of veterans of faith from ancient days read Hebrews 11 and for present day examples see “voice of the martyrs” at persecution.com

Crossing Over

September 18, 2012

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
forbidden–
exposed by the true
unapproachably Holy
indescribable Light
no sin and no darkness
survives in His sight”

pondering the point
of this God 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
or gentle caress

the grace light
now shining
with 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

Light shines in the darkness
day dawns from above
each “yes” that is spoken
now soaks in
His love

each “yes” gives God glory
each “yes” tells the story—
of Jesus
the Savior
the Yes
and His Love

~JD Collier

John 1:5,9-13
In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. . . The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent,
or of human decision or a husband’s will, but born 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

Crossing Over

May 11, 2012

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
“‘it’s 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
forbidden
exposed by the true
unapproachably Holy
indescribable Light
no sin and no darkness
survives in His sight”

pondering the point
of this God 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”—

the Light just keeps shining
the darkness defining
‘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 and 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

Light shines in the darkness
o’ercoming the night
each “yes” that is spoken
now broken
contrite

each “yes” gives God glory
each “yes” tells the story—
of Jesus
the Savior
the Yes
and the Light

~JD Collier

John 1:5,9-13
In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. . . The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent,
or of human decision or a husband’s will, but born 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