One Thing I LOVE To Do…

Posted by on Feb 8, 2012 in Valentine's | 2 comments

With all of the talk about love going on around me these days, I can’t help but want to share something I LOVE! Well, this might actually be two things I love to do… wait, make that three. But two of them pale in comparison to the other one. So, we’ll just go from last to first, k?

I love to sing. Now, those who know me well will affirm that I love to sing in my shower, while dancing with my girlies in the living room, as I calm a crying a baby, and around campfires with friends. You won’t find me singing in front of large groups of people. I tried that a few times in Junior High at church camp. Yeah, Amy Grant’s “My Father’s Eyes” was about as good as it got.

I love to go for walks. Since I was 13 this has been my main way to  exercise. The forms have changed. I mean, at 13 I would be scaling our 3/10 of a mile gravel driveway in a swimsuit seeking a tan, and now I’m trudging behind a double stroller pushing at least 40lbs down the street. Regardless of the mode, walking relieves stress and is a fun way to get out of the house.

This leads me to one last thing I’ll share with you today that I LOVE to do.

I LOVE to tell the story. It’s definitely my favorite thing.

As I was walking this afternoon with my girls, God brought this beloved hymn to my mind. I think we sang it at least four times on our walk today. (I say “We” because even though my two year old and ten month old don’t know the words, they enjoy singing any song I start!) Enjoy these precious words as you read them slowly. I pray you can sing them with passion and learn to LOVE to tell the story as well.


I Love To Tell The Story

I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story; more wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;
And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story, for some have never heard
The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story, for those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.

I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

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  1. I love that song. Some women in my church sang it as a special a few Sundays ago, and it really blessed my soul. It is definitely one of those songs that makes me cry! :-)

    • “Me too” Mrs. Monica, I also “love to tell the story!” I grew up hearing this hymn sung in church all my life! I grew up attending the small rural churches my father pastored. Each one sang this hymn regularly and emphatically with deep emotion and commitment. I gave my life to Christ as a nine year old boy. Soon afterward, I began to sense the call of God upon my life as a minister of the Gospel. At the age of fourteen years, I dedicated my life to carry the gospel through preaching and pastoring. When I finished high school I chose to begin my preparation at Hyles-Anderson College, a ministry of the great and super large First Baptist Church, Hammond, IN. I arrived at O’Hara field in Chicago on a very snowy Sunday, January 16, 1975, after a limo ride from the airport to the dorm, I attended First Baptist Hammond for the first time that evening. I had not been farther than driving distance away from home for more than a few days in all my life. At that point in my life the farthest north I had traveled was Lexington, KY. I had not traveled more than five hundred miles from my southern home in all my life, and that had been west. I was in culture shock from the moment I boarded that plane in New Orleans. The farther north I traveled, the stranger and more unusual things appeared to be for me. The culture shock really set in upon my arrival at the dorm then at the church. No one spoke in my dialect and everyone acted so strange. I sat, scared to death in that strange huge church. However, when the minister of music instructed the vast congregation to turn in their hymnal to a certain page number to sing the opening hymn and as the accompanist began the prelude, I immediately recognized that wonderful old hymn, “I Love to Tell The Story”. Immediately the strangeness began to dissolve and melt away. I listened as that vast choir and congregation sang that blessed hymn and literally thought I had gone to Heaven! I have not since experienced many epiphanies from singing a hymn to the extent I did that evening. That was a glorious experience that taught me that regardless where we are, with whom we are nor who we are, singing the old familiar hymns becomes a universal language with which we sing praise to Jesus Christ! Many years later, as I was preparing a sermon on a Sunday afternoon during a church festival where I was preaching a weekend revival meeting in Cleveland, OH. I walked away form the activities back to the sanctuary for a few minutes of meditation. The church I was preaching at allowed a group of displaced Russian Baptist to gather in their facilities for worship. I listened with glee and intense emotion as that congregation sang in their very foreign dialect that very same hymn, “I Love to Tell The Story”. The tune was the exact same, the lettering in their hymnal had as well been Chinese or Japanese to me, but, the message remained the same. I preached that night on the power of the Gospel. Regardless of language, people need to be saved. They cannot be saved unless they hear the story of Jesus and His love! I do love to tell the story!

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