Well, my consistency of updating my blog has been non-existent.  This has a lot to do with my laziness and investing in other non-productive activities.  Putting my thoughts down are helpful for the health of my soul.  If you are like me, I must discipline my thought life or I will become a slave to thoughts centered around me and my sinful desires.  I am daily a slave to where my thoughts take me; either centered around Christ and others or all about as Brian Regan has coined, “THE ME MONSTER”.   This morning my meditation on a Puritan prayer in The Valley of Vision was Heart Corruptions.  This prayer describes my daily battle and my daily need to apply the only solution, The Gospel.  May we all evaluate if we are a slaves of Christ or slaves of ourselves.  I don’t know about you, but I am so tired of listening to and worshiping my biggest enemy, Mike Simmons.  To survive I must apply the truth of Galatians 2: 20 I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

Heart Corruptions

O God, may Thy Spirit speak in me that I may speak to thee. I have no merit, let the merit of Jesus stand for me. I am undeserving, but I look to Thy tender mercy. I am full of infirmities, wants, sin; Thou art full of grace.

I confess my sin, my frequent sin, my wilful sin; all my powers of body and soul are defiled: a fountain of pollution is deep within my nature. There are chambers of foul images within my being; I have gone from one odious room to another, walked in a no-man’s-land of dangerous imaginations, pried into the secrets of my fallen nature.

I am utterly ashamed that I am what I am in myself; I have no green shoot in me nor fruit, but thorns and thistles; I am a fading leaf that the wind drives away; I live bare and barren as a winter tree, unprofitable, fit to be hewn down and burnt. Lord, dost Thou have mercy on me?

Thou hast struck a heavy blow at my pride, at the false god of self, and I lie in pieces before Thee. But Thou hast given me another master and lord, Thy Son, Jesus, and now my heart is turned towards holiness, my life speeds as an arrow from a bow towards complete obedience to Thee. Help me in all my doings to put down sin and to humble pride. Save me from the love of the world and the pride of life, from everything that is natural to fallen man, and let Christ’s nature be seen in me day by day. Grant me grace to bear Thy will without repining, and delight to be not only chiselled, squared, or fashioned, but separated from the old rock where I have been embedded so long, and lifted from the quarry to the upper air, where I may be built in Christ for ever.

Remaining desperate…