Friday, June 5, 2009

Least of These.

ha ha ha...thought I forgot didn't you...well I didn't! ha!

I just found out this week that I will be doing "In the Spotlight Fridays"...and because I have no clue about anything, I am not prepared to spotlight anyone in particular.
SOOOO I am going to spotlight a song.

Music is my life. If you had to tell me I could only bring one thing to a deserted island, I would choose my zune (it is like an ipod) full of music.

Growing up in church I lived for singing hymns on Sunday. I learned how to conduct music in my youth class and I would join the choir and even sing a duet or two (with lots and lots and lots of practice).

We all know the church I grew up in is not the same to the one I attend now....but the main subject is the same to me.... Christ Jesus our Savior and Redeemer.

This song was originally a poem. It talks about how this one person did good deeds throughout his life, and in the end Christ recognizes them.
It is long, but please read....

A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

A poor wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not power to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.

Once, when my scanty meal was spread
,He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.

I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.
The heedless water mocked his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the suff’rer up;
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o’er;
I drank and never thirsted more.

’Twas night; the floods were out; it blew
A winter hurricane aloof.
I heard his voice abroad and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof.
I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest
And laid him on my couch to rest;
Then made the earth my bed, and seemed
In Eden’s garden while I dreamed.

Stripped, wounded, beaten nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side.
roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment—he was healed.
I had myself a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.

In pris’n I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him ’mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, “I will!”

Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in His hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name He named,
“Of Me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto Me.”

James Montgomery

Now I spotlight this poem/song because of Pastors message on Wednesday night. He spoke to us and encouraged us to become servants to each other and to the church...and all I kept thinking about was this song...and how the little things we do for each other is what our memorial will be.
Did we lift each other up in times of need?
Did we give without expecting anything in return?
Did we search daily for a act of kindness to perform?

Any time I feel "forced" or feel like I have to do something and I find myself doing it withOUT a glad heart, I have to remind myself....

Matt 25: 30-40

30And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
31When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:
32And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:
33And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.
34Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
35For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
36Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
37Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
38When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?
39Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
40And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.


  1. Beautiful! I wish I could have been in the service on Wednesday. Sis. D.

    BTW: You truly have a servant's heart, Sis.

  2. I totally agree with Sis. D. You have a great servant heart. I consider it a privilege to know you. Awesome blog.