1 Timothy 6:12 ERV
"We have to fight to keep our faith. Try as hard as you can to win that fight. Take hold of eternal life. It is the life you were chosen to have when you confessed your faith in Jesus—that wonderful truth that you spoke so openly and that so many people heard."
Our ultimate goal is to win souls for Christ. God put us here for this reason. He didn't send His Son Jesus into the world for a one-time miracle.
Last night, my mom came into the room when I was publishing my previous blog entry. She mentioned something about her mom not reading her bible anymore. It reminded me about the time me and my then-believer sisters and my mom convincing my grandpa to accept Jesus otherwise he would go to hell. He was stubborn but understanding. It took many a prayer and pleading with him to get him to finally renounce his idol worship and accept Jesus, and then hospitalized due to a sudden fall while walking back from the market.
Thereafter, she accepted Christ reluctantly after many prayers and pleading. She had come a long way from that time.
I had a dream just before I woke. It depicted my grandma in open arms around my mother and her 2 siblings, all crying, and the word that emerged from all that was "Forgiveness".
I have heard of things about my mom's past. She, being the oldest of the 3, was the first to receive Christ from a Buddhist background. She also suffered great tribulation at the same time.
According to her, my grandma was a very strict woman, spartan and independent. She had fled from China with her siblings during the world war 2 invasion on a plane to Singapore. Got herself into a teaching position and coached a basketball team. But her home was anything but paradise. There were instances of quarreling, beatings and even maids whom would tie up her daughters to a pole in the garden and torture them. Her youngest one, her only son, would go on motorcycles much to her displeasure and did end up in an accident, which brought her to ban him from riding motorcycles.
Today, it seems, her children are riding high. One is a practicing GP doctor and another is a business consultant. All her grandchildren have grown up. The picture looks perfect. But it's far from it.
I intend to share with my mom about the dream. We can identify with one another about this verse. We have both fought but lost numerous times. It's time we got up, pick up our broken shields and swords, give them to Jesus to fight again, for the sake of our family.
My grandma still lives. She's edging on 90 (recently celebrated her 88th). Longevity isn't a curse but a blessing. My prayer is that my family can be reunited with the love of God and rekindle the fire for His Name before He returns. And to those of us whom have been wearied, let's be renewed in strength, return to Him and be empowered to move forward for His Kingdom. Amen.
"We have to fight to keep our faith. Try as hard as you can to win that fight. Take hold of eternal life. It is the life you were chosen to have when you confessed your faith in Jesus—that wonderful truth that you spoke so openly and that so many people heard."
Our ultimate goal is to win souls for Christ. God put us here for this reason. He didn't send His Son Jesus into the world for a one-time miracle.
Last night, my mom came into the room when I was publishing my previous blog entry. She mentioned something about her mom not reading her bible anymore. It reminded me about the time me and my then-believer sisters and my mom convincing my grandpa to accept Jesus otherwise he would go to hell. He was stubborn but understanding. It took many a prayer and pleading with him to get him to finally renounce his idol worship and accept Jesus, and then hospitalized due to a sudden fall while walking back from the market.
Thereafter, she accepted Christ reluctantly after many prayers and pleading. She had come a long way from that time.
I had a dream just before I woke. It depicted my grandma in open arms around my mother and her 2 siblings, all crying, and the word that emerged from all that was "Forgiveness".
I have heard of things about my mom's past. She, being the oldest of the 3, was the first to receive Christ from a Buddhist background. She also suffered great tribulation at the same time.
According to her, my grandma was a very strict woman, spartan and independent. She had fled from China with her siblings during the world war 2 invasion on a plane to Singapore. Got herself into a teaching position and coached a basketball team. But her home was anything but paradise. There were instances of quarreling, beatings and even maids whom would tie up her daughters to a pole in the garden and torture them. Her youngest one, her only son, would go on motorcycles much to her displeasure and did end up in an accident, which brought her to ban him from riding motorcycles.
Today, it seems, her children are riding high. One is a practicing GP doctor and another is a business consultant. All her grandchildren have grown up. The picture looks perfect. But it's far from it.
I intend to share with my mom about the dream. We can identify with one another about this verse. We have both fought but lost numerous times. It's time we got up, pick up our broken shields and swords, give them to Jesus to fight again, for the sake of our family.
My grandma still lives. She's edging on 90 (recently celebrated her 88th). Longevity isn't a curse but a blessing. My prayer is that my family can be reunited with the love of God and rekindle the fire for His Name before He returns. And to those of us whom have been wearied, let's be renewed in strength, return to Him and be empowered to move forward for His Kingdom. Amen.