Tag: Jesus

Living just by seeking

A young lady in her 20s embarked on a unique journey. She certainly started with her best foot forward. Her deep seated thoughts of her upcoming changes of her life seemed visionary. Little did she know what was coming up. One day at a time, the rudder of her boat moved her to disembark to a new journey. Her strong tower of dreams and refuge of illusions were shaken. In addition to that, her possessions were taken away from her. Anyone would possibly take on another path but she did not waver.

There was someone she knew that by seeking him, she would live. Just not live, but life and hope would be added to her. Whenever she came to meet him, he empathized for her and would meet her needs, whatever it may be. She just wanted someone to listen to her, all that her heart was weighed down with. He was surely listening to her every single word and every single sigh. He was watching every tear drop that rolled over her cheek, every matter that brought her distress and heart ache. He was searching her heart and knowing her mind as she talked.

His heart was moved with compassion. He was determined to do something for her. He had carefully planned her future. Whenever she turned to him, he had revealed her about her future days and how she might be. Little by little as she knew, she believed in his words. She took hold of his words for real although it was unimaginable and so massive and confronting to achieve. As a matter of fact, some of her future plans had not involved her money or her time or made use of any resources. She did not chase after it but it came to her.

Truly, he had been a good man, worth given in marriage to. For he had sown seeds of love gently and patiently and invested his time to love her, cherish her dearly. He was the only true reason for her well being. If she had to recount, there cannot be a man so near and dear, so good and faithful as him. He is the one who still carries her close to his heart. That my friend was the love of Jesus Christ.

Killing fear of death

In the year 1985, we were living in our hometown. We led a simple, relaxed life of contentment and comfort. We lived liked we had no worries in the world. Our home itself was a different world. Once the door was shut, no matter what happened in the world would never bother us. There were absolute peace and harmony in the family until one day when a far relative turned witch intervened us. She would give us something to eat, something to play with to bring us close to her. My father being a kind gentleman appreciated her offer and also allowed her to stay with us every now and then.

No one realized the cunning, craftiness and hidden wrong motives of the so-called dear relative. Her witchcraft took effect. Days passed by, my father consequently became ill, tired and fearful. My mother had been exhausted with her hard work to keep up mothering, home chores and coping up with illness. My father faced the biggest fear, the fear of death. Many times, he would panic, speak about the end of his life and his struggle was never-ending. He would often find easy things hard to believe and try very hard to balance work, family, and fears. His hope of living and seeing good days was diminishing day by day. As usual, on a Sunday morning, we got up to go to church. There, my parents listened to the good news of Jesus Christ. They came to know that Jesus won over death and powers of the evil. And anyone who believes in Jesus Christ shall be saved. This truth transformed my dad’s heart and mind.

He put his belief in Jesus. He gained confidence. He found strength in God. He put his hope in God. He trusted in his word. There was more life in dad than before. Our home became peaceful and tranquil with assurance of God’s presence in the midst of us. He loved and praised God because he delivered him from the fear of death. He is now a grateful man in his 60s.