sad and beautiful

It's Holy Week, and I have the same problem I always have. My body doesn't like to be still, and my vocation rarely allows it to be still anyway. Yes, I try to sit and listen or read. I know that it is good and important. But sitting often leads to... well, falling asleep.

But behold! There is a way to be fed on the move!  

I call it scarfing, and I'm trying to do lots of it this week in honor of Holy Week.

I just finished listening to this podcast on the following hymn and I had to pass it on to you. What a rich and sad and beautiful hymn- what a rich and sad and beautiful and gracious Savior we have.

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 "Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted"

 by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854                        

               

        1. Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,

        See Him dying on the tree!

        'Tis the Christ by man rejected;

        Yes, my soul, 'tis He! 'tis He!

        'Tis the long-expected Prophet,

        David's Son, yet David's Lord;

        Proofs I see sufficient of it:

        'Tis the true and faithful Word.

        2. Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,

        Was there ever grief like His?

        Friends through fear His cause disowning,

        Foes insulting His distress;

        Many hands were raised to wound Him,

        None would interpose to save;

        But the deepest stroke that pierced Him

        Was the stroke that Justice gave.

        3. Ye who think of sin but lightly

        Nor suppose the evil great

        Here may view its nature rightly,

        Here its guilt may estimate.

        Mark the Sacrifice appointed,

        See who bears the awful load;

        'Tis the WORD, the LORD'S ANOINTED,

        Son of Man and Son of God.

        4. Here we have a firm foundation;

        Here the refuge of the lost;

        Christ's the Rock of our salvation,

        His the name of which we boast.

        Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,

        Sacrifice to cancel guilt!

        None shall ever be confounded

        Who on Him their hope have built.

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