This is a post that should probably be in my personal journal or something. But I will put it here for keepsake.
It seems like wherever I go, the theme verse of the musical keeps coming back. Whether at the engin bridge, or in church or even at Synerg!z, the message is still the same. We need to die to our self, so new life; eternal life, can spring forth.
Just got home from Pasir Ris. Felt like déjà vu. It was only last semester, when making a detour home from school to Pasir Ris was the norm. Guess some things are just not meant to be anymore.
Was looking through my Bible, and I noticed some hand-notes scribbled into the margin. One read, “There are many things that need interpretation, but more than that, things need obedience.”
How apt that one of the speaker sessions today was on obedience. Honestly, I cannot remember one-quarter of what was said today, but what matters is what God said to me! But that is a little to private to put up here.
“The next step in your destiny WILL include something you don’t want to do.”
A few weeks ago, I had to do something I did not want to do. It hurt badly to give it up. And surrendering to God’s will was a difficult decision to make. But I had to give it up slowly in the end. Today, the tears just flowed; and God’s voice was loud and clear.
I finally took the picture of the VCF music min away from my bedside table. The one taken at the Arts musical, “No greater Love”, 2 years ago. Let go, move on.
In its place is the picture of the Youth Ministry, a shot taken by Alvin at GAP Camp. One that he gave me for Christmas. Letting go, moving on.
That is the price for obedience, pain and suffering. That was the price Jesus paid in obedience to the Father. The pain and suffering of scourging and crucifixion for the sins of the world; for my sins.
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.” – John 3:16
The following song has comforted and ministered to me every time it is being sung during musical rehearsal.
How deep the Father’s love for us.
How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds that mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that “it is finished”
I will not boast in anything
No gifts no power no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His Reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.
