The Moore American


January 22, 2014

God, my savior, is real

MOORE — Greetings, Moore American readers. We hope that you’ve had a blessed week so far. Thank you for joining us today as we’d like to discuss the great topic, “My Savior is real.”

I don’t know about you, but it seems that God becomes more real and greater in our lives each day. It’s hard for the human tongue to express the power of the Lord’s working. We are so thankful for His presence and His blessings. In the words of the psalmists, our “cup runneth over” (23:5) with the Lord’s goodness.

I recently discovered a song at a Gospel meeting held at the Eastside church of Christ in Mullin, Texas, this past year. The song was written in 1984 by Thomas H. Troeger. Its message, has been ringing in my mind for some time now. Listen to it:

“These things did Thomas count as real: The warmth of blood, the chill of steel,

The grain of wood, the heft of stone, The last frail twitch of flesh and bone.

The vision of his skeptic mind Was keen enough to make him blind

To any unexpected act Too large for his small world of fact.

His reasoned certainties denied That one could live when one had died,

Until his fingers read like Braille The markings of the spear and nail.

May we, O God, by grace believe And thus the risen Christ receive,

Whose raw, imprinted palms reached out And beckoned Thomas from his doubt.”

The biblical account comes to mind as I think of the words of that great and moving song. Many have probably heard of the well-known doubting Thomas. Remember when Thomas meets the Savior on His second visit with the disciples after the resurrection. On Jesus’ first appearance Thomas was not present. He had said, “Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe.” (John 20:25)

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