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Friday, October 22, 2004

i'm sniffing away. got caught in the rain as i left church with my mum. Even though we took a cab home, i've somehow managed to catch this cold. But more than the momentary feeling of uncomfortability, i'm stirred by the words of God today spoken by a man, an old american jewish man from Brooklyn: A person who confessed in an unphased manner that he would rather be lying in bed and sleep off his lethargy than to come to church today; A man who is humble enough to confess his weakness and his need for God. what a genuine confession that was. I have also never known someone who displayed such a hunger and desire to know the Word, the language of God. To unmask every word, stripping off that veil of passivity and blase-ness, so as to touch something eternal, something redeeming and powerful: the very fibre of the Lord in all His power, love and magnificence.

as i was in the midst of redesigning my blog, i read my past entries and in the light of what i've come to know today, i've realised how weak and abhorrent my writings are. My faith is so powerless, so insignificant, hampered by my limits (language and understanding of God) and shortsightedness. I think i see the end of the line but when i reach there at last, it is as if i have just rounded a bend and see that there is still more of that long and narrow track. More of the hard breaking and bending work to reach to the end of which, I only see with my naked eye. How can I ever know God? I am trapped "in the cornea of God". But I am embolden by His grace to follow the leadings, wherever they may bring me to.

How I long to set the things in my life aright tonight! Where once and for all, this mortal coil will unwind itself and release me. I shall wait on Him. I shall write more. I shall love Him with all of my heart, mind and soul. And then, I shall wait somemore.

posted by happyhannon at 11:59 PM