Frye Fam Happenings

" How deep the Father's love for us, How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing loss, The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the chosen One, Bring many sons to glory Behold the Man upon a cross, My sin upon His shoulders Ashamed I hear my mocking voice, Call out among the scoffers It was my sin that left Him there Until it was accomplished His dying breath has brought me life I know that it is finished I will not boast in anything No gifts, no power, no wisdom But I will boast in Jesus Christ His death and resurrection Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer But this I know with all my heart His wounds have paid my ransom " ~"How Deep the Father's Love for us" Stuart Townend

Sometimes, God's wrath is disguised as freedom and our free will to "do as we please." Sometimes, His mercy and blessings are disguised as trials and hard times. Listen...

Friday would not have been a good day if Jesus had not triumphed over death. If He stayed in that grave, it would not have all been worth it. It would have meant nothing. BUT GOD.... :) (2 of my favorite words in the Bible) God rolled that stone away, brought His Son out of that grave, and trampled over death, over sin, and over the powers of this world - FOREVER.

The fact that this day is referred to as "good" has always haunted me. I watch things like "The Passion," read Scripture accounts of Jesus' death on the cross, and hear medical reports of exactly what Jesus endured on that day...and I struggle to call it a "good" day. The truth is, though, that the tears brought to my eyes when watching a mere portrayal of Christ's crucifixion, and the pain that I feel when I recognize that it is my sin that put Him on the cross prove how good of a day that was... for me, for us as believers, for those of us who will live eternally with our Creator. Our Passover Lamb, perfect, spotless, and without blemish was sacrificed for us once and for all. It is a GOOD Friday indeed. Do you know that?

"And you, being dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, He has made alive together with Him, having forgiven you all your trespasses, having wiped out the handwriting of requirements that was against us, which was contrary to us. And He has taken it out of the way, having nailed it to the cross. Having disarmed principalities and powers, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them in it." Colossians 2:13-15

Survivor Records (2009) Tim Hughes (Isaac Watts) When I Survey When I survey the wondrous Cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did eer such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all Thank You for the cross I thank You for the cross I thank You for the cross my Lord I love You for the cross I love You for the cross I love You for the cross my Lord

We sing this at church, and I LOVE it. Here's the video. Click to watch on YouTube if you want to see the lyrics on the right.

The moon is high and the sunset fades The lullabies have all been sung Were tuckin in another day And stars appear now one by one But the stillness moves and the silence yields And not a single beat is lost You can hear the chorus in the fields Taking up where we left off And Your praise goes on, rising to Your throne Where You guard us while we dream Past the stars they fly, Your praises fill the sky Til You wake us with the dawn And Your praise goes on Now bring your warmth, O morning sun Chase the stars and the moon away And wake us with your brightest song And add our voice to your refrain Now rise up everything that lives! Flap your wings and leap for joy! Oh forest lift your arms and sway! Clap your hands you ocean waves! And Your praise goes on, rising to Your throne Where You bless our toil and play Through the clouds they rise, Your praises fill the skies Til the setting of the sun And Your praise goes on And when my final breath You lend Ill thank You for the life You gave Bu...