Right now, my blog is named “For All The Saints”. I’ve changed the title a few times, but I think I’ve settled finally on this title. I learned the hymn by the same name during my time at Beeson Divinity School at Samford University. You can listen by clicking here. It was the official hymn of our school. I’m not a hymn fanatic (thought I do love many of them), but I have come to cherish this one since my time there, and I think it’s one everyone should know.
But it’s more than that. I want this site to be for all the saints. Whenever I write, I ask if I’m saying things in a way my Grandmother, my Aunts and Uncles, and the young men I disciple could understand. I don’t ever want to write just for the brilliant. Or just for the niche theological circles. Or just for pastors. Or just for people like me. I want anyone to be able to come here and walk away knowing that I wrote what I wrote for them. The hymn says that one day the saints triumphant will rise in bright array. There comes a day where we all (regardless of our qualifications, accomplishments, intelligence, or aptitude) will rise because of the one thing we have in common: Jesus. I want this blog to be for all who I share the name and love of Jesus with. This blog is “For All The Saints”.
“For All The Saints” lyrics:
1 For all the saints who from their labors rest,
who Thee by faith before the world confessed;
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest.
2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
3 O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
4 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
and hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
5 But when there breaks a yet more glorious day;
the saints triumphant rise in bright array;
the King of glory passes on His way.
6 From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
in praise of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.