Psalm 63

Jesus loves me...when I’m good and when I’m bad.

 

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Sunday, July 3, 2016
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I will tell what God has done (Psalm 66:16)

In today’s Communion Sunday series, two members of our congregation testify to the amazing power of God’s grace in their lives:

CATHY QUINLAN: Have you heard the reports out of flood-ravaged West Virginia? The force with which a river can utterly destroy anything in its path never ceases to amaze me.

Sixteen years ago, when I realized that my marriage was over, it felt as if my family’s “foundation” was being thrown down the river. As Christians, we are frequently reminded of God’s faithfulness. But what about when the proverbial rug is really pulled? Is God less faithful? Are those promises vulnerable to weak soil?

About this time, a faithful brother at church, sensing the depths I was going through, shared the following verse that I have never forgotten: I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent among you. (Joel 2:25)

How very true these words have been, as God has shown me how He can mend, lift up, and restore, in His inimitable way! It is through the grace of God that we rise up – again and again. How very encouraging for us that call God “Father” that the “locusts” that destroy our jobs, homes, relationships, health, and hopes, do not have the final word.

JACOB LAND: As I sat in a Stone Hill pew during a Sunday morning second service, I felt it start to boil inside me. I didn’t know what to call it at the time. But I knew it was bad. It had been my captor for so long, causing such pain and sorrow, nourished by fear, cancerous to all love. As it began to surge through me, I panicked, swelling with a knowing fear.

And with my heart, for the very first time, I heard my Shepherd call out to me, His ladder descending from on high. He reached out his hand and promised me life, promised to rescue me from my bondage, promised that He could make all things new.

And in that moment in this sanctuary I believed in Jesus Christ. A profound peace unlike anything I had ever experienced swept into me as God made His home in me. The death that had reigned inside me was crucified—utterly and forever.

And the service continued. It was quite good.