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I’m Doug Apple...and my heart is on fire! (Luke 24:32)
Maybe you’ve sung it a thousand times.
O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King, the triumphs of His grace!
The triumphs of His grace.
When I sing that line, my heart cries out with joy: I am one!
I am one of the triumphs of His grace.
He set me free! He delivered me from the net of the fowler.
Have you ever heard that illustration?
Psalm 91:3 says, “Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler...”
A fowler catches birds, so imagine the tricks.
Maybe he throws down bird seed and all the birds come out and eat. Then he drops the net and they are caught!
That’s what the world does, and our sin and our flesh and our selfishness and our pride. Out goes the tempting seed, and in we rush, right into the stupid place, where the fowler is waiting.
Have you ever been caught in that trap? A lot of birds die in that trap, and yet here I am, a trophy of His grace.
How many times has the fowler wanted to spring the trap on me...but God.
But God, my Redeemer, saved me from the snares of the fowler.
The fowler sprung the trap, dropped the net, and many birds were caught. I can see the net coming down. I can see it starting to snare my feet, and just in time God snatches me out.
He spared my feet from the net of the fowler.
And that’s why I sing the triumphs of His grace, because I am one!
I am one of the triumphs of His grace...all glory and praise and thanks be to God.
May God bless you, today.
I’m Doug Apple.