Today is our last day in the Highlands. This morning the students preached sermons from the Gospel of Mark. The majority of those who preached are demonstrating increased ability to grasp the truth of the passage and communicate it.
This afternoon the team is headed to Pashupati temple, a Hindu temple.
While this has been going on, I have been in the hotel with a fever. As I have been listening to music, I heard Isaac Watts' "How Sweet and Aweful Is the Place."
1. How sweet and aweful is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.
2. While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
“Lord, why was I a guest?”
3. “Why was I made to hear Thy voice,
And enter while there’s room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?”
4. ‘Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly drew us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.
5. Pity the nations, O our God,
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious Word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
6. We long to see Thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing Thy redeeming grace.
By Isaac Watts (1674-1748). Public Domain.
As you think of the Highlands, pray for God's pity on this nation, that many would come to faith in Jesus Christ in these days. And pray for the pastors who have been trained, that Christ's churches might be full, singing His redeeming grace.
For the team,