On this "Thankful Thursday,"
I am thankful for my all-knowing God.
This weekend, we spent time with a converted Muslim from Iran.
He mentioned that Allah was not all-knowing.
Muslims have to pray in Arabic (even if it is not their native tongue).
Allah is not everywhere.
Muslims have to pray facing Mecca.
I am so glad that my God knows my mind and heart.
Last night, my offertory focused on a knowing and caring God.
Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song,
As the burdens press, and the cares distress,
And the way grows weary and long?
Refrain:
Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.
Does Jesus care when my way is dark
With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?
Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed
To resist some temptation strong;
When for my deep grief there is no relief,
Though my tears flow all the night long?
Does Jesus care when I’ve said “goodbye”
To the dearest on earth to me,
And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks—
Is it aught to Him? Does He see?