Saturday, October 23, 2010 

under the hazy weather

One week after another week of pushing forward, pressing on...

I've been unwell.

And if there is any of you out there, I appreciate your prayers.

During this period of sickness, I came to a conclusion that

I am not as strong as I might think I am

and

it is really not easy being sick.

When you really feel very weak,

and nothing you do seems to help you feel better,

it starts to get really depressing....

You wonder what else can you do.

And there are still so much waiting for you to do...

May Lord Jesus grant me the grace that I may not need to face the sufferings of being terminally ill. I once thought I have the spiritual strength to hold on, but now I know better.

What I would do, after I can recover this time by His grace:
exercise yourself toward godliness (1 Tim 4:7)

Thursday, October 07, 2010 

closure



the end of a thing is better than its beginning

a closure welcomes new starts

my heart, don't be afraid

take heart

Sunday, October 03, 2010 

Communion with Holiness


I watched her arched away to make way for the cup.

That action was oddly familiar and during the split seconds as I took the cup and brought it to myself and just before I closed my eyes to pray, I remembered what it was.

I did that before too.

Unholy me, before my baptism, and still an infant in my faith, I felt that I was too filthy to touch even the tray that holds the precious blood of Jesus, and the plate where the broken body of Jesus laid.

I wouldn't want to defile it. It was too holy for me.

As I close my eyes in prayer, I feel the cup in my hands.... my hands grasping it tight lest I drop it.

At this moment, I realise that my unholy hands are touching the precious blood of the most holy God.

Even after baptism, I still have my weakness. I still have areas that I need to work harder on. I am still not there yet; not holy as Jesus is, not perfect as my Lord is.

And yet..... now... my filthy hands can come into contact with the most holy God.

What else is this but grace.

Marvellous grace, that is greater than all my sins.

It is only by His grace that I am able to come before Him now, in His presence, at His feet, though I am the chief of sinners.

What grace.

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Entreat me never to leave You
Even as the path grows lonesome and dark

Let me remember how You never let me go
How you clinged onto me and say, "You are mine; I am not letting go."
How your love touched the deepest part of my heart and
How I was fully convinced that You really love me

Let me remember...
Lest I would let go of You

Grace is when the unholy touches the Holy
Grace is when the sinful comes into the presence of the Sacred

This is the grace that is sufficient for me.

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