Oh the Wondrous Cross

Today I experienced one of the sweetest moments in seminary for myself thus far. I have had the priviledge of auditing a class this semester since I am no longer working during the days. JR and I are in this class together and it was something we looked forward to even when we first got on campus. The class itself is amazing in itself, simply because the professor has an amazing way of helping his students to see Scripture the way the God intented for us to understand it. Today's topic was a hard one to hear from most of us, as it would be for anyone in today's world: Divorce and Remarriage. The first 2 hours we spent diving into the Scriptures about what God has to say on these topics. I could go on and on about what I learned in that very short time that I had NEVER been shown before. However, instead I wanted to share the sweet moment we had in class as a female student shared her story. She explained that she had been through 2 divorces herself and just wandered if there was ever a point where she had just completely messed up too much with the whole marriage thing? As I watched the professor get tears in his eyes, he explained to this lady that yes in fact she had messed it up about as good as anyone could. "However," he said.... imagine how much more glorious that makes the cross for each of us. No matter how bad she had messed up, God's grace and forgiveness at the Cross covered that, and the same for each and every one of us. He then stoppped class and asked the ladies to gather around her for prayer, along with the entire class. We sat and as most of our classmates were getting emotional at this time, simply cried out to God and thanked Him for His mercy. As I looked up I then too saw our professor down on his knees praying to God with tears rolling down his face. As I continued to feel chills all over me, I then heard someone start singing "It is well" and soon after the entire class had followed along. This is how we ended our class time together.

How thankful I am for a time such as this where a professor can point us the Cross above all things and remind us how glorious it is... no matter what we have done. At times I have been disappointed while in seminary life, because it seemed only educational and not a matter of heart. This is a day I will never forget.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,Let this blessed assurance control,That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!My sin, not in part but the whole,Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul.