Heading to church I was humming the tune to 'When I survey the wondrous cross'. Maybe we sung it last night? I was pleasantly surprised that it was one of the first hymns off the blocks and sung it with gusto. Not sure why, but a line really struck me from the 3rd verse:
Sorrow and love flow mingled downI began to think how well it was constructed. The vision set up like blood gushing from a crushed Jesus, but it's not blood, it's sorrow. Sorrow for the people around him, sorrow for the disciples who have fled. And mixed with anger? No, Love. How could you still love when you're hung up to die? When the weight of the world's sin is piling up on your shoulders?
I didn't get to sing the rest of the verse. I couldn't.
When the slide changed to the final verse, I read ahead and found my voice. I needed to sing, to state the response that flooded me.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
EDIT: Found a Good Friday sermon based off the verse.