How Beautiful...

Speaks for itself, I think. Yet, it speaks insufficiently for itself, because no amount of words can truly describe just how beautiful the body of Christ is, nor can any human in his finite self comprehend the infinite beauty, majesty and perfection of Christ - not just as He came in the flesh as we read in the Gospels, but also as He is now, in His glory.

How Beautiful
by Twila Paris

How beautiful the hands that served
The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth.
How beautiful the feet that walked
The long, dusty roads and the hill to the cross.

How beautiful,
How beautiful,
How beautiful
Is the body of Christ.

How beautiful the heart that bled,
That took all my sin and bore it instead.
How beautiful the tender eyes
That choose to forgive and never despise.

How beautiful,
How beautiful,
How beautiful
Is the body of Christ.

And as He laid down His life,
We offer this sacrifice:
That we will live
Just as He died,
Willing to pay the price,
Willing to pay the price.

How beautiful the radiant Bride
Who waits for her Groom with His light in her eyes.
How beautiful when humble hearts give
The fruit of pure lives so that others may live.

How beautiful,
How beautiful,
How beautiful
Is the body of Christ.

How beautiful the feet that bring
The sound of good news and the love of the King.
How beautiful the hands that serve
The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth.

How beautiful,
How beautiful,
How beautiful
Is the body of Christ.

Commune With Me

It's been a long while since I last blogged, I know. (Ok not counting the one abt updating the post) Actually I've had a lot to share. And honestly, a lot of time I could have used to type blog entries. But, on purpose, I decided not to type them out so soon because I don't feel I've had enough time to let the ideas germinate and gestate - if you get what I mean - basically, to let them be implanted and develop. But I decided to share the words of this song because they really impacted me as I read through them in a songbook that I have.
Normally when I go through a songbook I skip the songs that I've never heard before.
However, I came across this song and decided to give a shot at playing through it on the piano, and as I was reading through the lyrics I began to realise what it really means to be in Christ, and that is everything.

"Commune with me" - that's our communion/fellowship/one-ness with God
"I worship You" - our worship of Him
"I'll meet You there" - again, speaking of fellowship, but also speaks of our eternal
reward and inheritance in Christ

the term "between the wings of the Cherubim" is taken from God's promise in the Old Testament that He would meet and talk with the high priest (or was it Moses? I can't remember..) between the wings of the cherubim (that's where the blood of the sacrifice was put) in the Holy of Holies, behind the veil, into which the high priest could only enter once a year on the day of atonement. Now we have Christ Jesus, the Lamb of God, the end of the Law of commandments in ordinances, whose blood was shed for us so that now, it is only in Christ that we have communion with God, it is only in Christ that we can worship Him, and it is only in Christ that we can finally meet God face to face. Yet the wonder of all this is that no matter how much I try to explain this in words, my words will never be fully sufficient all that this means - all that it means to be in Christ, to commune with God, worship Him and to meet Him there between the wings of the cherubim. I dare say I am
not fully able to comprehend this wonderful idea yet, either. It takes the Holy Spirit who indwells each person who believes in Christ to first implant the Word, then develop it until the Word becomes unto each one of us true revelation.

Commune With Me

Commune with me
Commune with me
Between the wings of the cherubim
Commune with me
(repeat)

I worship You
I worship You
Between the wings of the cherubim
I worship You
(repeat)

I'll meet You there
I'll meet You there
Between the wings of the cherubim
I'll meet You there
(repeat)

Post Update

I'd like to update this particular bit of one of my first few entries. In it I mentioned there's a quote somewhere in my camp that reads "A piece of paper makes you an officer, a radio makes you a leader" or something like that. That was quoted from a particular American Army General (whose name I can't remember at this point in time). A variation of this quote that I have recently come across reads "The army can make you an officer, but only Signals can make you a commander" -LG(RET) Winston Choo, former Chief Signal, Chief of Staff and Chief of Defence Force of the Singapore Armed Forces. THIS to me makes more sense. If anyone out there would like to know why I feel that way, well...feel free to ask. =)