Had a good period of reflection today, thinking about sacrifice, about giving.
Dear little girl,
So much hurt,
For such a young age.
Fact Number One. It feels so much better to give than to receive.
Service was very different today, quite cool to see Pastor Joel speaking in Mandarin to cater to the heartlanders.
When the light starts to burn,
When the pain returns.
Fact Number Two. Nothing ever lives up to it's expectations.
There was this one point in service where I felt truly alive. Not "alive" in bodily terms, but spiritual. When all the lights were turned off, where the only things that moved were the flames on our candles, and our lips, singing praises to Him. How awesome was it, to be standing there, at that moment, just singing praises to Him?
I just wish that I could heal the hurt you feel tonight.
Fact Number Three. Christmas isn't about gifts and presents and lights and decorations. It's about the Son of God coming onto Earth, a joyous event that should be celebrated for what it is.
I reflected upon what I was after the service. Have I really given it all to Him? Can I fall back on nothing but faith? Am I doing His will in my life?
It's not that I don't enjoy Christmas, on the contrary, I do. It's just that many people are celebrating it for the wrong reasons, past versions of me included. Christmas has been mangled to be seen as a time when trees are placed in houses, money is spent freely, and merry-making is smiled upon.
How can we make it known to the world, that it's only through Him, that we live.
How can we make it known that this day, the 25th of December, is a time for celebrating His birth.
How can we make it known, that He is our One and only Savior.
How can you expect to win this war?
When you're too afraid to fight.
On a lighter note, I'm starting a prayer request service. I'll start with my cell group, then gradually move on to a larger group of people. Just trying to help everyone, one step at a time.
Stand unafraid,
All the good souls
Stand unafraid.
I've been having this really bad cough that's been sticking with me since church camp. I pray that it goes away soon, my throat's dying because of it.
Stand unafraid.
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