Archive for June, 2016

A Redeemed Heart Belongs To God

Posted: June 30, 2016 in Journals

For at that time I will change the speech of the peoples to a pure speech, that all of them may call upon the name of the LORD and serve him with one accord. (Zephaniah 3:9)

The Lord shall redeem His people. He shall pardon their unnumbered iniquities and clear their guilt away. And not only the Jews. He promised to extend this pardon to all peoples, purifying their speech that they may call upon Him.

I am on of those engrafted branch whom the Lord willed to pardon and cleanse. I am one of those who, by His enable ng grace alone, now call upon His name with such trusting and intimate tone. I am one of those people who, because we have been saved and because we are loved, now desire none else but to live my life serving the Lord in accordance with all His other children. I am part of this promise ordained. I am part of this vow uttered by God  he fulfilled this through the likes of me. How wonderful, Lord. Thy glory and majesty how bright! And the only thing I can do is to thank you fully, wholeheartedly, and pray that my life shows forth such gratitude.

I pray that I never forget the gravity of what you have done to me, Lord. Let me never forget how much you have done for me. “Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine.” So I pray, since I only have one to offer, make it fully and completely yours.


The Lord Is My Strength

Posted: June 26, 2016 in Journals

GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer’s; he makes me tread on my high places. To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. (Habakkuk 3:19)

What a wonderful truth to meditate upon, waking up on a Sunday morning to give worship. The Lord is my strength. He establishes my feet like the deer’s. He puts me in a position of high pedestal. And because of Him I will endure whatever the world has in store for me. May my heart praise you so. Amen.

Trusting Our Horseman

Posted: June 26, 2016 in Journals

He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God? (Micah 6:8)

The Lord has revealed to us the way to eternal life of joy and bliss in His presence: repent, believe, and trust God fully. It’s ever so simple. So plain. Trust God. Rely on Him completely. Let go of the wheels of your life and let Him take over and rule over You, which is the right thing to do. It’s all in black and white, all clear as day, what we needed to do.

But we could never really quite do the complete trusting. It’s plain and simple, yet somehow its simplicity doesn’t make the total surrender any easier. We could not quite find the heart to give up our carriage to the horseman. We simply could not let go of the reins, even though we knew nothing of riding horses, and despite the fact that our driver is the best one there is. We’re just too anxious to trust another being, too proud to let another take over our lives.

But we’re not getting anywhere good with us holding the reins. Let the Lord drive your carriage–He’s already driving it, but you’re trying so hard to hold on to those controls. Don’t. Stop trying to make things better by your own efforts. Trust God, trust Him completely, and walk humbly before Him.

May this be so. Amen.

The Lord’s Attributes

Posted: June 26, 2016 in Journals

The LORD is slow to anger and great in power, and the LORD will by no means clear the guilty. His way is in whirlwind and storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet. (Nahum 1:3)

Nahum in his entire writing focused on God and His attributes. He described a God of justice and of great power. He described a God working wonders. The Lord’s attributes are cataloged. He is slow to anger. God’s patience will never run dry that easily. He spent more than 40 years dealing with the cries and grumblings of the Jews. He endured centuries of man doing nothing but evil. He is slow to anger. He is also great in power. He can work wonders in the life of men if He chooses to. He is powerful enough to redeem a people for His name.

But He will also by no means clear the guilty. He requires reckoning on those who deserve it. He is mighty in power. His way is in the whirlwind and the storm–cleansing everything that comes along the way. Strongly. Indiscriminatingly. And the next image? “The clouds are the dust of His feet.” The clouds. The wondrous, beautiful, intricately designed clouds–they are but the dust of His feet. They are made simply because the Lord walks over them. This ever-amazing aspect of creation is made low, made insignificant, in comparison with the glory of God. How majestic art Thou!

I love the dust of your feet, Lord. Thank you for making such wonderful wisps. May they ever remind me of how far more worthy of admiration and praise You are.

Salvation Belongs To The Lord

Posted: June 26, 2016 in Journals

But I with the voice of thanksgiving will sacrifice to you; what I have vowed I will pay. Salvation belongs to the LORD!” (Jonah 2:9)

Salvation belongs to the LORD and Him alone. No other arm will do, no other strength will suffice. The Lord is our strength, and our refuge. He is the one who saves us.

No God Like You

Posted: June 24, 2016 in Journals

Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity and passing over transgression for the remnant of his inheritance? He does not retain his anger forever, because he delights in steadfast love. (Micah 7:18)

Who indeed is a God like you, merciful and gracious, granting forgiveness on those who least deserve it? Israel and Judah had sinned gravely. They forsook the way of the Lord and whored after Baal and all the other false gods of their neighboring kingdoms. They disregarded His laws and killed His prophets, shunning His will. Yet, the LORD promised restoration. Yet, the Lord promised peace.

This peace is imparted on us Christians. This promise is extended to us as well. Who indeed, Lord, is merciful as You? Who pardons iniquities like You do? Who delights in steadfast love as You do? Who saves the unworthy? There is none like You, Lord. You alone are God. You alone save. You alone pardon iniquity. And You alone are the name in which I would boast, for You have saved me and cleansed me.

Thank you for Your grace, Lord. I did not deserve it, yet You chose to save me. May my entire life then be a song of praise and thanks to Your loving kindness.

I’ll Listen

Posted: June 24, 2016 in Poems
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When the clouds of your heart are so dark and heavy,
And the raindrops of your eyes threaten to fall;
When you’re in pain, or angry, or tired,
Or when you think you’ve failed even after you’ve tried—
I’m here. Talk to me. Tell me stories. I’ll listen.

When you’ve faced just too many crossroads,
And you’re not sure you’re doing things right,
Or when you just doubt the worth of it all;
When even your mind is blank and tired of thinking—
I’m here. Tell me stories. I promise I’ll listen.

And when you are hurting, so much,
When you feel that your heart is shattering to a thousand pieces,
When you think life is an ocean of bitter tears
Raging down upon you, drowning you;
When you feel like life sucks out all oxygen out of your entire being;

When you feel like nothing in this world makes sense anymore,
Because dreams don’t transpire to reality
And hopes only get shattered every time;
When you doubt if anything’s even worth pursuing after all the pain—
Pour on me your frustration, tell me your disappointments. I’ll listen.

And I may not be the best machine fixer of broken hearts,
I may not be the solution to your gravest of problems,
Nor the fighter that would chase your demons away—
Not even the angel that would make everything clear as day—
But I promise to be that most soothing balm the I best can.

And because I cannot shield you from all the stones, arrows, daggers
That come along your way to hurt you,
Please let me be the armor that absorbs most of those harms instead.
The least I can do is take your burden–so let me.
Tell me your stories. I promise I’ll listen.

Because whenever I see you cry your heart out in the corner,
Whenever I see you struggle with words to express your pain,
Whenever I see you fake out a smile to look okay,
Whenever I hear you stammer with emotions you cannot contain—
My own heart of glass cracks and breaks.

It pains me to see you carrying those shards of glass all to yourself.
So please let me care. Please let me in.
Please let me listen.
And in my own little way,
Let me carry your burdens for you.

This, my dear, is how much I love you.
This is how much I care.
It may not be that significant—I hardly ever was.
But like the widow with two copper coins,
All that I can I will offer—never doubt there.