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my thoughts : “Every truly Christian household is a church”

7 Jun

“Every truly Christian household is a church” 

— Read this blod from The M Blog the other day. Its is wonderful. To have God with us all day long at home ( and wherever we are), to consciously invite Him be with us throughout the day: as we wake up, as we do our chores and work, as we eat, as we walk, talk about Him to each other, learn and worship all day everyday is something we must all strife for I think. It is always the littlest things that add up and become great. I think church is a time for true fellowship with the people and the Lord but everyday is the time for fellowship with God personally and with family. 

p.s need to work on making home ¨a palace of joy¨too.

¨I am indebted to Alan Knox for pointing out the following April 5, 1874 excerpt from a message entitled, Building the Church: Additions to the Church. At the end of the quote is the name of the well known pastor who preached these words.

I want you to notice this, that they were breaking bread from house to house, and ate their food with gladness and singleness of heart. They did not think that religion was meant only for Sundays, and for what men now-a-days call the House of God. Their own houses were houses of God, and their own meals were so mixed and mingled with the Lord’s Supper that to this day the most cautious student of the Bible cannot tell when they stopped eating their common meals, and when they began eating the Supper of the Lord. They elevated their meals into diets for worship: they so consecrated everything with prayer and praise that all around them was holiness to the Lord. I wish our houses were, in this way, dedicated to the Lord, so that we worshipped God all day long, and made our homes temples for the living God… 

Does God need a house? He who made the heavens and the earth, does he dwell in temples made with hands? What crass ignorance this is! No house beneath the sky is more holy than the place where a Christian lives, and eats, and drinks, and sleeps, and praises the Lord in all that he does, and there is no worship more heavenly than that which is presented by holy families, devoted to the fear of the Lord.

To sacrifice home worship to public worship is a most evil course of action. Morning and evening devotion in a little home is infinitely more pleasing in the sight of God than all the cathedral pomp which delights the carnal eye and ear. Every truly Christian household is a church, and as such it is competent for the discharge of any function of divine worship, whatever it may be. Are we not all priests? Why do we need to call in others to make devotion a performance? Let every man be a priest in his own house. Are you not all kings if you love the Lord? Then make your houses palaces of joy and temples of holiness. One reason why the early church had such a blessing was because her members had such homes. When we are like them we will have “added to the church those who were being saved.” 

–C.H. Spurgeon (1834-1892) ¨

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me

12 May

I am a new believer of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. I believe that He was sent by God our Father to earth, as a human being, to save us from sin and death. Jesus Christ, our Lord is the light of mankind. With His sacrifice, His lashes, His crucification and His death, He took all our sins and death with Him and with His resurrection, we are born again! We have our advocate with God our Father. We have life. We have eternity. Jesus Christ is our Lord and mighty Saviour! Love abounds!

I was a former believer of Islam. As one, I felt alone and restless a lot. I was taught to and did pray as time permits, with school, work etc. It felt like a regime and my heart was not in it. I tried to ask elders and friends about it but i felt unanswered. I understood there was a God that judged all our acts, who could be merciful but I was not sure if God was with me, hearing me. I felt that God was far away. There was only the cycle of everyday life and people to deal with. My parents worked very hard and we were usually at a babysitter`s house. I think we were sent to more than 5 different ones in as many years. One of them molested me for about a year until I had the courage to say I was big enough to take care of my brothers on my own. My father married another lady and life became increasingly unpleasant, confusing and sad. I was sent to the Islamic equivalent of Sunday school for awhile then taken out. For many years, life was school and conflicts at home and between my mum and dad´s family. I never had many friends and became increasingly quiet. I found solace only in story books and music. I realized that I was inadequate with people then. Most people made me uncomfortable. The only people i talked to was a close girlfriend, my father and my grandmother. When my father died suddenly, I felt completely lost and alone. I retreated inside and into my books and routine, still, I wanted to die. I went through my days like a zombie, then nights reading almost waiting for the door to open and for my dad to walk in. After a while, with the help of my grandma and life which kept on going, I thought I was me again. But I felt like there was a big gaping hole in me. I tried to pray more, I joined a religious organization, specifically for beginners and went to classes. I learn some things that helped me a little but the hole was still there and I saw different kind of people that made me back out slowly and leave the place. Years went by and I retreated deeper and deeper inside myself pretending I was fine. I began to question a lot of things like why we were praying in a language I did not understand, how come God didn’t want us to just pray and talk to him in the language i knew, why cnt we eat pork when God made those too, whats wrong with dogs, why is drink forbidden, why I feel so alone. I felt God wasn’t listening, I felt that people were just following things blindly. As time went by, I made decisions that changed my life and regrets multiplied. I tried to cast them aside and keep on moving but I was getting so tired inside. What was the point in all this? No one seemed to see me. I did not think God was listening, maybe cos of all the things I had done. The only time when I felt my family getting close together with me was when i was getting married. The family I had came into was a good one, a big and close one. I tried so hard to assimilate but I always felt like I did not belong. Other problems arose and I was retreating further inside. I kept trying to be better with my ex then, my health, work and my insides went haywire and finally went bust. I loved my ex-mum and dad in law a lot so i tried and tried. Every time there was a family gathering I was fighting inside, especially when it was a religious one. Not only did i not know how to read the quern at the level they were all in, I did not want to. Always, even with so many people around, i felt alone. I spoke to family members, to friends and most of them told me that life is a test and we have to persevere. To what? Even heaven sounded like it was more for men than women. One actually told me to look at my mum’s life. I was horrified. I was terrified of becoming her. She had been unhappy for as long as i can remember. I felt confused, bad and exhausted. Again, I started to stay away from people. I started to read about Buddhism and so-called spiritual books to find a bit of peace, I read about Hinduism and life from different perspectives, I was chastised for reading and having ‘weird’ books in my house. At this time, I was really into the internet. Then, suddenly I couldn’t be there any more, was offered something I hoped for and left the country. Here, i feel calm which is amazing and after awhile, energized. it was beautiful to be calm.

I fully believe that I was saved by our Lord Jesus Christ when He led me here. It was a miracle and a wondrous thing that I am here. I had never even taught about visiting , let alone living here. It was not in my list of places to visit. For some reason, I felt like I had come home. With the calm, life went on and I learnt something everyday. After knowing my fiancee a while, he began to tell me about the Lord. Slowly but surely, I saw things, people, life a different way. I saw God a different way. I began to want to learn more and then we read the bible, and everything made sense. There is no confusion, everything is in order and it is amazing to see how things enfold historically and even now. I began to be more open inside and I began to love God, our Father, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit.

It is so comforting not only to believe but really know that God loves us. From the very beginning to the very end. His awesome Love and Grace is manifested in Jesus Christ, for us. And God, is not just God, He is Abba our Father.

All glory to our Father, I am so very grateful. Thank you for bringing me here, for saving me. I love you Jesus! And Holy Spirit, thank you for being there guiding me always and everyday. I pray that I always walk in the light, that I be a good person walking in Your way doing Your will always. In Jesus name, Amen!

fear vs hope

12 May

i was so afraid but its slowly abating. is it really fear? i was afraid of what would happen to my family if they knew i am a born again christian. a believer, with lots of love for Jesus, who wants to be even more in love, who wants to be filled with the Holy Spirit, to always walk in the light, in righteousness and grace that i am blessed with. a seeker of the Lord and His will. is it a fear of being ostracized? not really, its fear that i ll hurt them, which is weird. i think its remnants of the old me.

when you love Jesus and learn more and more about Him and His word, all fear will disappear.

i have hope and pray for them every day. and for the Holy Ghost to come into my life, into me. there has been many instances when i know the Lord is with me, watching, protecting me. blessing me. i learn every single day. it is amazing. i have felt noted differences as to how i feel about things and people, what i want and like, how i see things and people. i know now that He really is watching and listening, and He loves me, us. that is so very beautiful.

yesterday, i found blogs and comments from people in Singapore who are like me. it was amazing. i was so very happy. i AM so happy, encouraged.

Thank you Lord. Blessed be your name.