I’ve heard it said that “Here comes the Sun” was actually given to the Beatles by God. Where that idea comes from, I don’t know – George Harrison himself said he wrote it in Eric Clapton’s backyard, as he watched a cloud pass across the Sun, forgetting for a moment about the stresses of fame and business.
One person summed it up quite nicely on the website songmeanings.com:
I am going through a huge spiritual awakening. After years of addiction, self will and turning my back on God, I have finally let him into my life. And He is working miracles.
This song captures it all for me. After that long, cold, dark spiritual winter – the sun (Son?) is finally peeking through. I feel that ice is slowly melting. It feels like years since it’s been here. The warmth, the hope, the optimism – all returning like Spring after a cold winter. After all the years of worry, anxiety, self-will, resentment, anger, fear – I have turned my life over to God. And – like George Harrison said – I finally feel like “it’s allright”.”
Personally, the song reminds me a lot of Luke 1:78, a passage foretelling the coming of Christ:
by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven”
How much God loved us to send His Son into the world, to forever thaw the cold darkness of Winter from our hearts!
This is also a good time to mention that there’s a YouTube Playlist I’ve built as I’ve made this blog. It’s my own collection but it’s actually accessible to the public. Just go to YouTube.com and type in 10forJesus.com as your search. Sometimes it will be the first search result, sometimes you will get a note “searching for 10 for Jesus. Search instead for” and you’ll click the words 10forjesus.com.
It has all the songs referenced in this blog, a lot of religious music, some more general love songs, and some songs I was listening to right about the time I accepted Jesus into my life.
If you’re opposed to secular music, you’ll want to stay away from this one because it does contain a lot of secular music. But over the years there’s been a lot of songs the Lord and I have sung back and forth to each other that weren’t exactly “worship” music — especially at the beginning, when I didn’t know as many Christian songs yet. I’d have to drop some of the lyrics, of course, that were too specifically about romantic love between human beings. For example, I have the song “Head Over Feet” by Alanis Morisette. I sang that to God when I was less than 24 years old in Christ, stretched out on my couch. While not everything in the song fits – some of it’s a bit crude – lyrics like
“You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience”
And “you’ve already won me over in spite of me”
just seemed to sum up that first day so well for me.
God Bless You, and have a good weekend.
Sometimes I write love letters to God. They’re intensely personal, so much so that I often have to stop halfway and go play Candy Crush or something… I don’t know where the exact line of how much emotion I can handle lies, but I’ve definitely hit it a few times. This time, I decided to allow others to read.
Jesus, my Lord, it makes me so happy to think that someday we’ll read this together in Your Presence in Heaven. I.LOVE.YOU.SO.MUCH.
I cannot believe how accepting and uncondemning You have been to me; how You work all the things in me, good and bad, to the greater good; how You walk with me, and continuously teach me, but only when the time is right to learn it; how You cover my weaker judgement with Your love, and my sins with Your suffering… Jesus, it is crystal clear that You died for me. I cannot imagine the kind of fear and claustrophobia of having instruments of torture pierce my body, violating my space and rejecting my personhood. I see nails, Lord, but You knew them intimately.
Lord Jesus, bless everyone who reads this blog, and bless the people who find it. I don’t deserve any fame, Lord Jesus, but please, allow these words to let people who are hurting find their way to greater intimacy with YOU. Let it bring in the people who need most to hear it, when they need to hear it.
God, there’s a lot I don’t understand about life, and a lot I’m still angry about — even at You… But I think a day is coming when I’ll sit beside You with a warm blanket around us both, and gently touch the nail holes in Your hands, and not give a dang about anything that happened before You.
For those looking for more information on becoming a Christian, I recommend peacewithgod.net.
For those without access to a Bible, I recommend Biblegateway.com, a free site with multiple online translations.
Lately I’ve had this poem in my head, and I thought I should definitely share it. It was written by E. Margaret Clarkson, a woman who lived with debilitating pain through much of her life. I find it extremely encouraging during times of physical pain.
A Stryker Frame was a kind of hospital bed designed to keep a person completely immobile. It was also made where it could be rotated 360°. Clarkson was awaiting surgery while she was in such a frame, some time before 1975.
I tried to seek permission to publish this work, but as the author died in 2008, and I found it in an out-of-print book, I have no idea who owns the work.
Prayer From A Stryker Frame
Lord, I lie here,
Strapped down, motionless, almost insensible,
Skewered to this strange board
By the cruel, incredible pain;
Unable to move hand, foot, or head
Because of pain’s intensity
And the exigencies of the Stryker.
Pain racks my body through and through;
I lie on a bed of pointed, red-hot nails, Invisible forces pressing, pressing me down
Harder, harder into them…
I scarcely knew such pain could be.
Once You lay on a bed of coals,
Spiked to a stake by pain
Far beyond anything I experience now
Or can possibly imagine.
They lifted You up
Till the nails must have seared Your very soul,
Tearing Your body with the awful thud
Of a cross dumped roughly deep in a pit,
And You impaled upon it.
I lie here of my own necessity,
Hoping to be made well in time
By mystery of surgery;
Willing to be purified by pain
For my own advantage.
You hung there
Out of pure love,
Willing to be crucified, to die
For my sake;
Hoping to gain nothing for Yourself
But Heaven for me. Your anguished cry, “Forsaken!”
Wrung from parched, sinless lips,
Goes echoing down the ages; finds me here
And meets my need.
No “Why?” torments my fevered brain today
For I am not alone:
You answered all the questions
Of tortured human hearts
Once and for all. Your risen life
Within, around, above, beneath,
In my pain,
And in Your peace I rest. They turn me over now. Circulation
And other physical requirements dictate
This painful thrust
Three times each day.
Here I lie, prostrate,
Face to the dust,
Humble before Your feet.
Face to the dust, I worship You, my Lord,
In this strange, love-lit sanctuary,
Bowed by compulsion, true,
But also by new love,
Freshly born of pain,
Adoring You in wonder and in awe
Who for my sake