Somehow talking to those much wiser than me
reveals how my “well-thought out” ideas
are actually very juvenile –
like a child who thinks his first portrait
is like Rembrandt’s,
or his first tune is like Mozart’s –
but this is all part of growing in wisdom,
and I would rather keenly feel
how stupid I am –
and cherish with joy
each morsel of instruction
presented to me.
The fear of the LORD is the
instruction of wisdom;
and before honour is humility.
to know my frailty and
to know how much I need guidance
and to rely on God.
there is beauty
T’was sung at TGCM Thanksgiving Anniversary (‘:
A simple song
that makes application of
the doctrine –
the sufferings and death
of Christ our Saviour and Friend.
One thing have I noticed,
one thing have I observed
from the lives of those around me:
The more a soul seeks after friends or love or honour or riches or fame or glory
(or insert any other thing we seek after),
the more elusive they’ll be to that soul,
and the more vexation of spirit he experiences.
The less a soul seeks after all these things,
oh! the surprise that soul gets when,
besides the abiding presence of the All-in-all,
he receives many temporal blessings
he never hankered for.
is the the former will scrutinize the latter
with shining green eyes,
envying his successes and yet not willing to
delight solely in the LORD.
The old Puritan divine, Richard Baxter, is then wise for saying:
remember that honour is such a thing as is found sooner by an honest contempt of it, than by an inordinate affection of it, and seeking it. It is a shadow which goeth from you if you follow it, and follows you as fast as you go from it.
“Martha Elliott is a good woman, but her goodness is without grace or beauty.”
Katy describing Martha (who didn’t like Katy and her playful, vivacious personality): “It is only want of sympathy. She is too really good to be hostile to any one.”
It may not be hostility, but the lack of sympathy likewise casts shadows into people’s hearts.
I must remember that
as much as goodness is one of the fruits
of the Spirit,
so is gentleness.
this, is the perfect picture of sympathy.
‘Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.‘ (Romans 12:10)
I’m not there yet,
but I’m getting there
slowly by His grace. (‘:
The best preservative against sin
is not a servile fear of God
as if He is a hard Master,
but a fatherly fear of God
proceeding from a heart that has
apprehended His infinite mercies and goodness.
Work is not secular. In my eyes, there is no separation between “secular work” and “the Lord’s work”. While we usually term the ministry in the church the latter (and I have no objections to that), I feel it is too narrow to think that only our service in the church is God’s work.
My entire being is to be a living sacrifice for the LORD and it is not restricted to the few hours of choir practice I attend. Everything is to be done for God. This is so scary – because it calls us to raise our standards for our specific callings and quit substandard work. And yet, it’s so intensely meaningful isn’t it? (‘: the fact that God receives each little action done to Him with a smile.
Which is why I’m so happy today.
My colleague gave me some pointers on how to improve as a teacher a few days ago. She said I knew my content excellently, but needed to be more personable and engage my students more.
I was trepid. Can I do so? Will the students judge me or hate me? (All these irrational fears playing in the background)
I was trepid. So I prayed then. “Lord, help me to teach well, with a desire to truly guide the students to understand and learn. I want to teach not just to get the task over and done with, but to have a heart for these students.”
He did answer.
A new student surprised me by giving me a snack she bought from Japan (so sweet of her! <3)
My students in the new class really responded actively and asked alot of questions to clarify their doubts. Whenever they leave with a smile and a thank-you, my heart swells.
True, I may not be serving God “full-time” now, but I am. I must serve Him full-time, where I’m called. (I dare say that if I’m negligent here, I’m not fit to be in the Lord’s vineyard at all. No way.)
God will meet me,
take care of me.