James Cuénod's Newsletter 2009-08-01

James, a bond-servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ, To those
interested who are dispersed abroad: Greetings. Grace to you and peace
from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

I know that I have already expressed it but workload is quite insane -
I've been spending 80% of my time after lectures reading and that's just
to keep up. I'm not quite sure where my time for assignments is going to
come from because the other 20% of the time I'm at youth or Bible Study or
a security talk or something.

Speaking of the security talk, you probably wont have any idea what I'm
talking about so let me explain. Muizenberg is certainly the most
exhilarating place I ever recall staying in. If I ever feel the need for
an adrenaline high, I just walk outside and down the road past the
druglords and various other types of criminals outside. It's great fun to
have to withdraw money down the road and attempt to appear inconspicuous
as you walk back. Nevertheless, the Muizenberg Improvement Society (I
think I left out a letter but it's not too relevant) has been working on
various things like neighbourhood watch etc. so this past week I was doing
the sound recording for a safety and security meeting where I heard
discussions about getting radios and all sorts of exciting things for
Muizenberg.

Anyway, I need to get back to work but I'll leave you with the lyrics to a
song I've recently been listening to by Sovereign Grace Music on their
album "Songs for a Cross Centered Life" (I love those guys). It's called
"The Look" and was inspired by a song that John Newton wrote:

I saw one hanging on a tree
In agony and blood
Who fixed His loving eyes on me
As near His cross I stood
And never till my dying breath
Will I forget that look
It seemed to charge me with His death
Though not a word He spoke

My conscience felt and owned the guilt
And plunged me in despair
I saw my sins His blood had spilt
And helped to nail Him there
But with a second look He said
"I freely all forgive
This blood is for your ransom paid
I died that you might live"

CHORUS
Forever etched upon my mind
Is the look of Him who died
The Lamb I crucified
And now my life will sing the praise
Of pure atoning grace
That looked on me and gladly took my place

Thus while His death my sin displays
For all the world to view
Such is the mystery of grace
It seals my pardon too
With pleasing grief and mournful joy
My spirit now is filled
That I should such a life destroy
Yet live by Him I killed

Ja, wow ...
Please pray that I would be able to work effectively and that my ability
to read improves so as to reduce the effort involved in reading for me.
Thank you all for you support. As always, it is greatly appreciated.

In Christ,
James Cuénod

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James, a bondslave of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ