I love singing the old hymns in church. It takes me to my childhood when I would stand next to my grandma and we would share the Hymnal as we sang on Sunday mornings. When we sing those hymns, some times I can hear her voice still singing along. She didn't have perfect pitch, but I would some times stop just to hear her sing, because it was this sweet, soft, high voice.
This past Sunday took me back to those days as we closed with "Just As I Am". That song was used frequently as the invitation back home. It always felt like the perfect way to end a powerful sermon. As we were singing on Sunday, a line jumped out at me:
“And I’m welcomed with open arms, praise God, just as I am"
It stopped me in my tracks. But as we sang it a few more times, it became the most beautiful thing I could sing. It made me think about my own faults, my failures, my imperfections...and then we sang that line again "And I'm welcomed with open arms, praise God, just as I am".
As I read those words "open arms", I see Jesus on the cross...His love stretched out and held up with nails. The beauty of that image is that we are made perfect in spite of our imperfections, and He awaits us with open arms, ready to love and be loved.