Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Dedicated to Norma McCorvey and the Power of Christ's Blood

I was thinking today about how to best make an impact on the world. I was thinking about what it means to be pro-active and pro-life. I mean, we want to respect life and that requires changing minds. As I thought about it, though, I realized that what really had to happen is for people to experience a change of heart. Now, the thing is only God can change hearts. We may be so blessed as to be used by Him, but it won't be our words and our power of reasoning that changes a person's heart. Thus, I concluded that one of the most powerful tools for fighting for life is prayer. I mean, hardcore prayer...for pro-choicers, for abortionists, for women considering abortion, for the men who encourage their girlfriends/wives/daughters to have abortions...the kind of prayer that changes lives. I think we need to come together and pray for those who don't agree with us. We should pray that God would hear their prayers and provide for their needs, that He would show them His love and have His way in their lives. Just think what we could do if we really set out and prayed for them. My goal is to have a list of people in need of our prayers up in the next couple weeks. In the off chance anyone reads my blog, let me know if you want to "adopt" one of the people on the list and personally pray for them.

I just want to end with some lyrics from Kenney Chesney and Alan Jackson. The song is entitled "Baptism"...hope you all enjoy it.




The summer breeze, made ripples on the pond
Rattled through the reeds and the willow trees beyond
Daddy in his good hat, mama in her Sunday dress
Watched with pride, as I stood there in the water up to my chest
And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood
and I sank my toes into that East Tennessee mud

Then it was down with the old man, up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord

Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound
There was glory in the air, there was dinner on the ground
And my sins which were many, were washed away and gone
Along with a buffalo nickel I forgot to leave at home
But that seemed like such a small, small price to pay
For the blessed peace of mind that came to me that day

And it was down with the old man, up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord

This road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul it must be cleansed
And I long to feel that water, rushing over me again

Down with the old man, up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord

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