CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter… ©
Finally, a Hymn that Begins With X
[I do meditations by starting with any letter of the alphabet and singing a hymn, what I can remember of it, that starts with that letter, and working all the way through the alphabet that way. I have never been able to find a hymn that begins with X, though, so I decided to write one. X, of course, is the Greek letter Chi, an ancient way of saying Christ. Feel free to sing it if you have a tune…]
X marks the spot
of the greatest treasure yet,
buried ‘neath the sand of sin and pain.
X marks the spot
where the treasure was revealed,
where the tears of the sinners fell like rain.
God is Alpha and Omega,
X reveals the in-between,
the simple mark upon the page or soul.
God is the complex One in Three,
X is the Story heard,
the simple One that makes the broken whole.
God is Awesome and Transcendent,
X walks with us all the way,
making holy every foot of land.
God is Creator and Provider,
X is a nail-pierced hand in mine,
the one who with me always takes his stand.
God is Sovereign of the Kingdom,
X is of a peasant born,
hallowing the body and the blood.
God is the mighty hand of judgment,
X is a shelter in the storm,
the one who pulls us from the ‘whelming flood.
John Robert McFarland
The “place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where life is defined by winter even in the summer! [This phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.]
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