Sunday, April 27, 2008
Are there opposites for everything under the sun?
Just wondering about this question as I look back on the day's events. Perhaps the highlight of it was a two second event that led to me thinking about how much life has changed since then. That, my friends, is the power of nostalgia. All that was needed was a glance at a place that bore so much significance yet looked so nondescript. Get the idea? Is the opposite of significance, nondescript? Is the opposite of nostalgia something else? In any case, before the habit of digression gets the better of me, I passed by a place today. Here's what it looks like.
As you can see, it really doesn't look like anything significant. But it was at that very spot (the platform between the stairs) that I trembled and shivered uncontrollably after having been slain and ministered to by the Spirit. This the stairway that leads to and from what was then known as FCBC, now known as Touch Community Services. At that moment, I pondered about what I was doing with my life, and suddenly the thought that had seemed so impossible for so long seemed so feasible; going home. All that I had been going through for the past eleven months away from home had suddenly seemed so futile and redundant. If ever there was a way to experience how the prodigal son felt away from home, this had to be it for me. The memory of it is still as fresh as though it had just happened yesterday. Truth be told, this happened four years ago. Since then, life has never been the same for me. Ironically, where I sought to escape a life that was deemed to be so unbearable and determined to make life never the same again, I had failed miserably and gained nothing but needless pain. When I thought going home meant going back to same oppressive environment, I couldn't have been farther from the truth. The rest is history. Or His Story. And only a God that was so powerful yet more involved in our lives than we could ever imagine would or could be responsible for such orchestration of events. I know I made a mess of His plans for me and my family. In some ways, I still am messing up. Somehow, in some mysterious way, the Beautiful Weaver would still be able to make a tapestry out of it too wonderful to behold.
" But the harder I try the more clearly can I feel
The depth of our fall and the weight of it all
And so this might could be the most impossible thing
Your grandness in me making me clean" David Crowder, Wholly Yours.
"Get out of the way, a revival's coming,
Get out, be on your way, our Redeemer's coming
Let's empty ourselves of ourselves, and let the Spirit fill our lamps" Vincent Wang, Out of the way.
Mantou at 10:10 PM