You know that you are watching to something that is truly amazing when you have goosebumps.

I watched this for the second time and I still have that same goosebumps when I first watched this.

 

Truly, God is the author and perfecter of our faith. And why, our faith should include believing for that One Person God has prepared for us. Love. What a sublime word to hear especially when you know that it is in the hands of God.

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Silent Wails of Decayed Trust

"......Deokman.... my Deokma..." Bidam's very last words.

“……Deokman…. my Deokman…” Bidam’s very last words.

It might be difficult a task to gain the trust of people; however, it would be more exacting a calling to abandon those people whose confidence you have already earned.

Thus, a person of genuine valor would rather choose to suffer rather than to abandon that person. That person would have faith. Situations might point fingers on that person whom you trust but should you prove your alliance to be strong, faith is the very ingredient that should abound. An alliance, a relationship, a friendship, or coalition, cannot exist for long without faith.

What a tragedy would it be, for genuine fealty to end because one failed to believe enough. One failed to endure and believe. Treacherous blood may cry out in anguish and remorse but such cry would deem to be mute in comparison to the wail of silence. The silent wail of a pure fealty – pure trust and pure love torn apart by the mistake of not having faith. Silent wails indeed will  surely haunt. Sadness and not angst.

All I can hope is that for the other to remain boundlessly faithful. And only by then can silence be broken. Wounds be healed. And though the blood may dry and the smell of death perish from the land, the wounds that caused those blood to drip will surely be healed. The undying faithfulness of a person despite the other party’s failure to believe is indeed a healing potion. It knows no bounds.

And is not that a familiar situation?

This tragic yet victorious story-

Is it not your story?

I believe that it too is my story.

It may take a different page in the annals of what we call history, but your story and my story is I believe, a story drenched by the faithfulness of our KING-GOD-FATHER and also by our constant unfaithfulness.

If only we can believe. If only we can be faithful, what a wondrous fate would that be. A life in abundance indeed.

A thief comes only to steal and to kill and to destroy. I have come so that they may have life and have it in abundance.

John 10:10

This post is inspired by Queen Seon Deok  particularly by the failure of Bidam to trust Deokman.

Open My Eyes

Saviour of my soul
I worship You as God alone
Greater love has made a way to You

I could not forget
The moment I in faith confessed
For my sin You died and rose again

I believe every word You say
Father God with all my heart I sing

Open my eyes
I want to see Your glory Your glory Lord
I open my heart
I want to be closer closer to You

Here I am again
I find my strength in drawing near
You have heard the desperate cry in me

And as I wait on You my God
I’ll know the voice of truth
In quietness I am in awe
And as I worship You my Lord
I understand the cross
The sacrifice of God

Blankly, my stare pierced that hall way
While this song broke my weary heart

Worn Out Feet

After a whole day of unprecedented TO DOs and TO PAYs. – Enrollment

That day I felt like I was so lost! I felt like I am taking a walk to Moriah with all this new weird feelings  all mixed up within me. But woe to me!! Who am I to  lose sight of my purpose- to glorify God – in this so little adversary! O Mildred, think of the missionaries who have to deal with all the hardships of being in a stranger’s land, aware that any bullet can hit them dead, aware that any time they can lose supply and all go starve; and yet they never  lost hope and they persevered and earnestly seek God. O Mildred seek God. Seek God.

After all the errands we spent some few minutes seated at the amphitheatre – thinking, praying, thinking, praying…   I failed  that day but it’s a comfort to know that  God’s grace is new every morning. :’)

Worn out I came to You

Fresh I came out anew

Your grace sustains me

O Father let me see

Thy hand which discipline,

teach, rebuke, comfort and save

O let not my eyes stay closed

Let not the tears go dropping

In ignorance I shall be disclosed

O Father let it be.

This I ask of Thee. This I ask.

O my Mighty God, hear this earnest cry.

Harry Potter, Rebuke to The Church

I would like to quote what Paul Washer said.

Two years ago I read an article from a very well established reformed magazine. It was talking about Harry Potter….. In a way I want you to know that Harry Potter is a rebuke also to the church. When a child reads Harry Potter, they see wonder and wildness, and life, and magic, and struggle, and victory, and defeat, and everything that we’re made up to be. Now, when they see your Christianity all they see is a pew and a cold sermon. God did not come to give us merely correct thinking. He came to give us life!  …. And you can experience that life even if your body is screaming with pain. To feed upon Christ!

 

Here’s a video clip.

 

My Life Song

“I take my time to set the stage. I make sure everything is all in place.”

BEHIND THE SCENES 

by: Francesca Battistelli

You may think
I’m just fine
How could anything
Ever be out of line?

I take my time
To set the stage
To make sure everything
Is all in place

Even though I’ve got the lines rehearsed
A picture only paints a thousand words

(Chorus)
Things aren’t always what they seem
You’re only seeing part of me
There’s more than you could ever know
Behind the scenes
I’m incomplete and I’m undone
But I suppose like everyone
There’s so much more that’s going on
Behind the scenes

Sometimes I can’t see
Anything
Through the dark
Surrounding me
And at times I’m unsure
About the ground
Beneath my feet
If it’s safe and sound

When it’s hard to find hope in the unseen
I have peace in knowing it will find me

(Chorus)

You may think I’m just fine
How could anything ever be out of line?

(Chorus)