O Happy Day!

O Happy Day! O Happy Day!
When Jesus washed my sins away!
He taught me how to watch and pray
And live rejoicing every day!
O Happy Day! O Happy Day!
When Jesus washed my sins away!

One of our family traditions at Holly Hill is to sing O Happy Day whenever a new brother or sister comes up out of the water. My father-in-law, one of our shepherds, got to lead that song last night! What an incredible gift of grace! But that’s only half of the story.

Bryan has been preaching this month on Now Is The Time to Take Responsibility (for our Words, for our Actions, for our Faith, and for our Walk). Last night we looked at Peter and John in Acts 3, then at Dorcas in Acts 9, and wrapped up with Paul’s words in Colossians 1:10 — “walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to him, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God.”

Something was different last night, though. The family we Fumblers have been praying for since last week, the Davidsons, came to our gathering last night. The mother of the little boy asked us to baptize her last night, and I got to serve her first communion as a saint!

Now you all know how I feel about evil, and about people who make excuses for it. Evil IS, well, evil. It is terrible, and it makes no sense. Nothing that ever happens from now til Resurrection will be able to make sense of what happened to that little boy last week.

And THAT is good. Remember your Genesis: part of the creation story is our Creator God driving back chaos with his good and ordering love. Sense, rationality, is part of God’s good creation. Evil doesn’t make sense — it NEVER makes sense. All the motivating factors, all the driving forces behind it, don’t add up to SENSE.

Last week, we Fumblers raged and lamented the evil of this death. This week, we can rejoice because our Awesome God has taken something altogether evil and, while not for a second winking at it or excusing it or changing it from evil, called out into the darkness and drew lovely Candace into his family. And by His grace alone, Holly Hill was prepared to embrace her and comfort her and her family in this wrenchingly awful time.

Thank you, my friends and prayer warriors, for spending time in the Throne Room last week. What a Father we have!

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28 NIV)


About Nick Gill

orphan-poet-adoptee-soldier-prodigal-servant-husband- counselor-desperate seeker after my Father's face "I feel my body weakened by the years as people turn to gods of cruel design. Is it that they fear the pain of death, or is it that they fear the joy of life?" - Toad the Wet Sprocket

Posted on 1 June, 2009, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Hooray! That’s great. Maybe her son is rejoicing from heaven. What a happy day for you all. 🙂

    • Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance. (Luke 15:7)

      I think you might be right! 🙂

  2. Awesome news! Thanks for letting us know.

  3. Good stuff bro! Muy bueno!

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