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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

well still in school. I planned to go to my churchwide prayer this night. But the students from my cca will be using the debate room quite late to prepare for their NCS Challenge Shield. Since my friend who is IC was on MC, i thought that it was my responsibility to stay back a little longer. So, I can't go to the meeting.

And that makes me sad. Especially when I know Pastor Reggie Smith is coming to the church to minister in worship. He's an anointed man and his worship on the keyboards is simple but the songs are so impactful and full of the holy spirit. I don't know if i'm compromising here.

I'm now at my work station. And i'm listening to the past sermons recorded from my church that has been uploaded onto the net. In particular, i am listening to samuel doctorian's message on "The Second Touch" and it has inspired me to write this post. Normally, my rule of thumb in writing (which is pretty commonsensical i think) is that i only write if i'm inspired. It doesn't matter if i look back later and think that it was really junk. That's where editing comes in.

Anyway, I am inspired as i'm listening to this message again. I heard it during service but it's being renewed to me even as i type (i'm listening at the same time). Hearing his many testimonies about the touch of God, the power of God, the grace of God, the omnipotence of God, something clicked in me. The ways of God are so much greater than what i can possibly comprehend or conceive. This mundane life that seems to drag itself through its exhaustion, without immediate relief in sight... Oh there's so much more than this. And I'm not desperate for it, without hope. I am desperate for it because it is a reality that is conceivable and ever so concrete before my eyes. Although i'm not there yet, i know He is faithful to finish the work He began in me.

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