“He’s in town!”

So, Ravi Zacharias will be in town to speak in April. And boy, am I ridiculously excited to go listen to him speak!

It somehow feels different if you’re hearing someone speak live, or if you’re watching them speak on Youtube. I dunno why. But there is excitement in the fact that this person will be here, well, in person!

Then I wondered: if this is how excited I get over Ravi Zacharias, I wonder what it would have been like when Jesus was in town! The people must’ve gone nuts! Absolutely bat shit bonkers over the fact that Jesus was coming to town!

When I think of prominent RZIM speakers and my other heroes of the faith, I find the need to constsntly keep myself in check so that I worship the God whom they preach and not the one doing the preaching! Which is why when I overheard someone comment that Michael Ramsden of RZIM is a “phenomenal speaker”, my self-righteous inner Pharisee was doing inner eye rolls. BUT AFTER HEARING MICHAEL RAMSDEN SPEAK, I am in complete agreement that he is a “phenomenal speaker”! And this makes me think: if this is Michael Ramsden, what was Jesus like?

Did the thought of Jesus coming to town make the people restless with excitement?! How soon did it take to become talk of the town that Jesus was coming?!

I think of those people who took pretty extreme measures just so they could meet Jesus in person – the friends of the paralytic, Zachaeus, the crowds who swarmed after Jesus sampai Jesus kena duduk dalam sampan while they gathered at the water’s edge to listen to him speak – and I’m in awe.

This guy. This guy who, at the start of his ministry, goes to the synagogue, stands up and reads out a portion of Isaiah, and then announces to all present that on that very day, that scripture was fulfilled in their hearing. And “[t]he eyes of everyone in the synagogue were fastened on him.” Crazy stuff! Absolutely crazy stuff. :)

To see and hear Jesus live. What an amazing, amazing thing to look forward to!

God is able!

When the only thing you can say to God is “What’s going on?”

Bila rasa macam mau jatuh mati pengsan flip table.

Snippets from old Sunday School cartoons I watched as a child came to mind; I remember a young lass saying,”The battle belongs to the LORD” before killing a killing machine.

The opposition is massive. Serious business is going on. Not against flesh and blood, but powers and principalities.

But God is able. And the battle is the LORD’s.

Count your Perks

More perks from working late:

1. Sheer joy when you find a kitchen still open and willing to feed you;

2. Restaursnt staff who have the time to patiently put up with your indecisiveness in ordering food;

3. (What I think is) extra lauk in your fried rice (unless they really are generous all the time?). Also realising what you thought were 2 chicken wings were actually 2 pieces of a whole quail. 

4. Emptying your glass to discover that you are lucky(!) (as seen below):

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Or maybe they meant Thailand, not you. Amount of luck probably directly proportionate to the size of wording anyway.

5. Awkwardly looking at someone standing outside the restaurant, who then smiles and says, “Thank you! Goodnight.” which sounded like music to my ears. Good English is magical.

 

 

“We are not alone.”

So my colleague and I leave the office late. I expect the lift to zing past every floor to straight away reach the bottom. Surely everyone else would have gone home by now?

But the lift stops. And 2 other persons get in!

Then I say to my colleague, “I feel like we’re in one of those alien movies, where, you know, the people in the movie suddenly discover that aliens exist and that we are not alone 8D”.

And after the 2 persons exit at Level 5, I pause for 2 seconds before saying “I wonder if they thought I was talking about them and felt offended”. 

Ahh well, the perks of staying late. There is entertainment value. 8D

God Who Never Forgets

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Remembering the God of Covenant.

Today, refracted light which shone through the window onto the office carpet made me think of rainbows and the God who remembers His covenant.

It’s been a season of remembering how far God has brought me, and all that He has been.

Despite the ongoing renovation, with its unsettled dust, unsuspecting nails lying around and uncertainty in how long the chaos will last, God is a God of Covenant. He does not forget! He does not break promises! And no matter how ridiculous some things may seem, perhaps it would be good to take a hint from Sarah: You better not laugh! Because God always gets the last laugh. Heh.