It was incredible because it shined light on some very dark places in my heart that are stiff-arming God because of my selfishness, my idolization of independence.
Hear it here: http://www.austinstone.org/resources/sermons/
It's the one titled "Desiring the Heavenly City"
So, today I'm ruminating on such truth. On the sorrow that I am comfortable here. My hopes, my desires, my goals are not the promises of God. I don't practically believe that He is enough for me and loves me more than all my shiny idols of comfort, security and independence ever will. Here is a song that I'm singing and praying today, because I know that the only thing that's going to change my heart is a God who has moved Heaven and Hell to have me. It is in this that I can rejoice.
No Abiding City by Sandra McCracken
Oh, sweet home of love and peace
Where pilgrims tire and troubled rest
Into the hope of Zion lean
Where in Jesus’ arms we will fall at last
Addictions empty promises
This broken world cannot satisfy
A sweeter song redemptions bliss
Is sealed for us in paradise
Oh, lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here
Sprit heal our neighborhood
Until your kingdom work is done
Teach us what is just and good
As we look for the city which is yet to come
Oh, lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here
A city filled with gold and light
God the builder and the architect
When our faith is turned to sight
Oh, I cannot imagine it
Oh, lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here
Oh, sweet home of love and peace
Where pilgrims tire and troubled rest
Into the hope of Zion lean
Where in Jesus’ arms we will fall at last
Addictions empty promises
This broken world cannot satisfy
A sweeter song redemptions bliss
Is sealed for us in paradise
Oh, lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here
Sprit heal our neighborhood
Until your kingdom work is done
Teach us what is just and good
As we look for the city which is yet to come
Oh, lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here
A city filled with gold and light
God the builder and the architect
When our faith is turned to sight
Oh, I cannot imagine it
Oh, lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here
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