Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
-Written 1875, by Philip P. Bliss
Christ, by his death, offered himself up a sacrifice where such a price was paid for our sins, as satisfied God’s justice, pacified his wrath, removed the curse of the law, and so spoiled Satan of all his power, wrestled his weapons out of his hands, set free those whom he held captive, and brought Satan into captivity.
- William Gouge
17th Century Puritan in his Commentary on Hebrews
Christmas starts it all.
Good Friday bought it all.
Easter conquered it all.
“Go therefore,” proclaim it all.
The Imperative for Missions
A Wartime Lifestyle
“God is not glorified when we keep for ourselves (no matter how thankfully) what we ought to be using to alleviate the misery of unevangelized, uneducated, unmedicated, and unfed millions. The evidence that many professing Christians have been deceived by Western commercialism and materialism is how little we give and how much we own. And by an almost irresistible law of consumerism we have bought bigger (and more) houses, newer (and more) cars, fancier (and more) clothes, better (and more) meat, and all manner of trinkets and gadgets and containers and devices and equipment to make life more fun.
Some Christians may object: Does not the Bible promise that God will prosper His people? Indeed! God increases our yield so that by giving we can prove that our yield is not our god. God does not prosper a man’s business so she can move from a Ford to a BMW. God prospers a business so that thousands of unreached peoples can be reached with the gospel. He prospers a business so that 20 percent of the world’s population can move a step back from the precipice of starvation.
Life is war. The casualties are millions, and the stakes are eternal. What we need today is not a call to simplicity, but a call to war. We need to think in terms of a ‘wartime lifestyle’ rather than a ‘simple lifestyle’.”
-John Piper
The Dangerous Duty of Delight, 72-73
The Dividing Wall of Hostility
Here’s my attempt at illustrating the Jew-Gentile relationship found in Ephesians 2:11-22 (I used this illustration in my message from this text on Sunday). The illustration breaks down, but I do hope it might help provide clarity in understanding this amazing passage on reconciliation between Jews and Gentiles, and God and man:
14 For he himself is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down in his flesh the dividing wall of hostility 15 by abolishing the law of commandments expressed in ordinances, that he might create in himself one new man in place of the two, so making peace, 16 and might reconcile us both to God in one body through the cross, thereby killing the hostility. 17 And he came and preached peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near. 18 For through him we both have access in one Spirit to the Father. -Ephesians 2:14–18
Picture a grand home with great big windows and a large yard enclosed by a fence. Picture part of a family in the home and another part of the family outside in the yard working in the garden. Picture neighbors outside beyond the fence, some standing at the fence looking at the home while others walk along the street going about their day paying little to no attention to the home. Inside the home is a loving dad, the head of the home, who leads and guides his large family. The family in the home is enjoying the father’s love, his company, and even his discipline. The family outside in working the garden paid no attention to the fact that they were missing out on the enjoyment of the father. They simply worked the garden and took pride in their being inside the fence and were unlike those who were passing by or watching from afar.
Notice: The building illustrates the people of God. The people inside the home are those Jews who’s faith is in God. The people in the yard are Jews who think that they are well off because they are inside the fence, not noticing that they really aren’t in the home with the Father. The fence is the Law of God which distinguishes Jews from the Gentiles as the people of God. Inside the home is God who is the loving Father who orchestrates things for his people who love Him. The gentiles are those outside of the home behind the fence, some of whom are looking from afar, others knowing that the home was there, but never paid much attention to it. For the Jews, to have a relationship with the Father and to live inside the home comes by faith, not location or ethnicity. The Gentiles don’t really even know about the Father, because they are nowhere near the home, many don’t even know the home exists. Don’t you see how terrible the Gentile situation was. Separated from the hope of a Messiah/Deliverer/Savior/Christ, alienated from Israel (on the other side of the fence), strangers to God’s promises to his people (nowhere near the home). By His death, Jesus tore down the fence. He fulfilled the moral requirements of the law, he nullified the commandments and ordinances of the Law, thus making a way for both Jews and Gentiles have access to God’s household as “one man” by faith.
“Why?” - A Hip Homiletic of Hope
Aware of my imperfections my spirit groans
I’m a middle-aged adult, a teen, a mom at home
I’m like everyone delirious and blind
Aware of my imperfections my soul cries
But I go about my days As if all is right, it’s wrong
I don’t care, putting up a front feels safer then exposing my hurts bare
Stare into the sky, ask “why?,” ask “who are you?”
Is there a supreme being, a god, ultimate reality, ultimate truth?
Beyond the clouds, beyond the stars?
Beyond my imagination that can account for my scars?
If You are, then why the pain?
If You are, then why the confusion?
If You are, then why the stains?
If You are, then why the bruising?
My heart gropes about
Dabbling in potential answers to solve what I call my life’s lot
My self-diagnosis: lost, despair, and scared
My remedy: busyness, work, and self-repair
These don’t fulfill
Like 5 bucks at the tank when your tank is nil
I need more than these Band-Aids on gashes
I need more than febreeze on these ashes
I need more than sex, power, and cashes
I need more than applause from the masses
Like Bonnie Tyler, I need a hero – Not one who is strong and fast
But one who will deal with my wrong and my past
One who will solve sins plight
One who will give vision to dim sight
One who will break my chains and unlock the cuffs and
One who will bleed for me as my substitution
One who knew no sin
One who can take my place
One who can help me look in the mirror
And let me stand the sight of that face
Jesus steps in,
He bled for me,
bled for sin,
bled to free,
bled to win
Bled red like rose, but rose from the dead to set those captive free
With tears in my eyes I believe
I’m changed. Look at me.
A new creature. A new beginning.


