Here is Love

Over one hundred years ago, in the country of Wales in the British Isles, God did something incredible. One of the greatest revivals in history swept the tiny nation in 1904. One hymn, known as the love song of the revival, became incredibly popular during that time. Today, "Here is Love" has been translated into English.

I love the words. They capture the love of God like no other song does.

Here is love, vast as the ocean,
Lovingkindness as the flood,
When the Prince of Life, our Ransom,
Shed for us His precious blood.
Who His love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can never be forgotten,
Throughout Heav’n’s eternal days.

On the mount of crucifixion,
Fountains opened deep and wide;
Through the floodgates of God’s mercy
Flowed a vast and gracious tide.
Grace and love, like mighty rivers,
Poured incessant from above,
And Heav’n’s peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love.

Let me all Thy love accepting,
Love Thee, ever all my days;
Let me seek Thy kingdom only
And my life be to Thy praise;
Thou alone shalt be my glory,
Nothing in the world I see.
Thou hast cleansed and sanctified me,
Thou Thyself hast set me free.

In Thy truth Thou dost direct me
By Thy Spirit through Thy Word;
And Thy grace my need is meeting,
As I trust in Thee, my Lord.
Of Thy fullness Thou art pouring
Thy great love and power on me,
Without measure, full and boundless,
Drawing out my heart to Thee.

Go, spread the good news of the love of God.


On Feasts, Feasability, Festivities, and Fire Alarms

What a day. I sit writing this at 12:41, the end of my most interesting
and eventful day ever at Bob Jones University.

It started with breakfast. Just breakfast with three friends, which
isn't that unusual, except I never go to breakfast, ever. Allow me
to quote Whatever Happened to MacDonald Hall by Gordon Korman.
"Breakfast!? You!?!" I woke up at 6:40, went back to bed at 8:15,
and woke up again at 10:20.

Then there is the fact that Friday is my easy day. I have Preacher-boys
class, which is essentially a chapel, Speech in the afternoon, and every
other week I have History. Speech and Preacher-boys don't count as
classes, cause all I do is listen to people speak, and History is really

Me and a friend went off campus this afternoon to a Christian bookstore
and hung out. When we came back we had an amazing dinner, complete with
festive decorations and complimentary candy canes. The lighting
ceremony was right after that, and BJU actually gave us real food. I
was impressed.

The lighting ceremony was sweet. There is a general rule in life.
Whatever you do, do it with friends, guys and girls. We had a blast.
Once I get access to Facebook, pictures will be posted. I sat on
Santa's lap, which was interesting in a weird sorta way, cause I know
it was really a guy my age. A guy's quartet attempted "O Holy Night."
It was bad and hilarious all at the same time.

In addition to all this, I got back from work tonight and sat in the
Johnson dorm's unusually festive lobby. Then the fire alarm went off.
At 12:10 in the morning. Apparently there had been some decorating going
on and the smoke detectors thought the fog machine was on fire. It was

That was my wild and crazy day. One week til classes are done, baby!!