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I Am Resolved by Rebecca Bryant Hervey |
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![]() It's a song I grew up hearing and singing just about every Sunday of my life. No one I knew of gasped in fear because we sang the words. "I am resolved no longer to linger, charmed by the world's delight. Things that are higher, things that are nobler, these have allured my sight." Most of you have probably sung it yourself... and maybe with a tear in your eye and a tug on your heartstrings, knowing that He is worthy of such a determination. Then after Sunday was over we'd be charmed by the world's delights, whatever those things were, or burdened down by everyday cares of living. Maybe on Wednesday evening we'd get holy-minded again, but not too extreme, lest we be taken for fanatics. I'm not talking about absolutely everyone, but talking about these things, and living them in essence, were two different things. Seems like that's still so. We gather together to sing His praises and have someone read the Bible to us; preach at us about politics and what's wrong with the world, and on Christmas really concentrate on Jesus' birth, and His resurrection at Easter time. In between those seasons we rarely read the Gospel accounts of those stories, earth-shaking though they were, and still are. We heard about Thomas' doubts, and Peter's fears, and how we are to overcome such things in our own lives. We were verbally encouraged to believe in Jesus and trust Him in all things. Missionaries felt the call, but how many went without assurance of support, both financial and spiritual? And those who felt the call but had things in their past that the church disapproved of? What of them? Yes, what of us? "Well, God! Why are You still pulling at my heart and calling me into Your service when You know quite well I've had a failed marriage or more? Don't you read the Bible, Lord? Haven't You been to church? What's wrong with You that You're still calling me? And then, when I believe Your Word so strongly that I leave the limits of man's church and go full-time and wholeheartedly into following You... why are they afraid for me? Could it be that they don't even know You that well, that they'd think You'd fail me when I follow You without their limits and walls? Bless 'em, Lord. Open their eyes that they may see, glimpses of truth You have for them, place in their hands the wonderful key that shall unclasp and set them free. Open their ears that they may hear Voices of truth that You send clear; and while the wave-notes fall on their ear, everything false will disappear." My thanks to a lady named Clara Scott, who wrote the words to "Open My Eyes That I May See", and to a man named Palmer Hartsough for the words to the song "I Am Resolved"... both long ago gone to be with the Love of their lives. |