These few days i've been receiving depressing news. At some point it really disturbed me ... and still i guess.
A pastor that found to be gay (we could hardly believe it ... didn't he read the Bible?) A missionary that returned to his old sin
I almost couldn't believe it. I still find it very hard to believe. A "hero" that seems to be a heretic teacher. And a friend that seem to be deeply involved and believed in a wrong teaching.........I almost can't take it anymore...
It disturbs, stirs turmoil, and unrest within .... Simply put me almost crazy.....find it very hard to believe in anything .... and afraid if my own mind and feeling deceive me ............
Till this evening when i was waiting for the bus, it rained heavily ... and the bus didn't appear at all...
The whole thing cooled me down. And i remember a short line from a poem that i quoted few week ago. The clouds you dread so much, are big with mercy, and ....(can't remember the exact words) ... gracious with the rain of blessings. It reminded me the nature of cloouds and rain. I dread heavy & dark clouds. But they will bring the rains i love (in poetic & romantic sense).
And i saw a piece of white clothe was carried by the flow of water going towards the drain. The strong current simply carried the clothe easily, straight, and soon the clothe will end inside the drain; gone. In my heart i simply said NO! Let it not happened. What a poor clothe to end up like that. And somehow.... the poor clothe stuck on the way to the drain....and it stuck there.
My joy didn't last long for then the rain was getting heavier. The clothe still stuck. It hasn't gone yet. And in short awhile....the rain poured even heavier than before. It's still there. And i thought soon this heavy rain will stop (The heavier the faster it will end). Yet it grew bigger till i hardly heard any other voices besides the loud and angry pouring of water. And i simply glad that the clothe remain stuck there when nothing else remain but sucked up to the drain.
God was surely kind to me. The whole incidend comforted me much. It takes nothing but the Grace of God that keeps us from falling. Nothing, but simply the Grace of God. The more i'm convinced of this truth .... Amazing Grace .... not I, but God who saves me ... Grace will lead me home. My trust in God's ability to save.
Reminded me of a verse in Romans 8: "...we're more than conquerors through Him who loves us..." Surely, we're winners...indeed more...through Him who loves us.......Apart from His Love .... nothing else has the power to hold us safe.....
Now unto Him who is able, Able to keep you from falling. And to present you faultless before the presence of His glory, with exceeding joy. To the Only Wise God, our Savior. Be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and forever. Amen.
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