The Forerunner Times

"A life journal by Nathan J. Elias, called under God's grace to be His forerunner and restorer for His glory."


April 30, 2008

40 Days - How To Use

Filed under: Faith Chronicles

40 Days In The WildernessWhat can a man do given 40 days of time?

Moses communed with the LORD for 40 days on the top of the mountain and returned thereafter with the tablets of Ten Commandments in his hands (Exodus 24:18). After he broke the first tablets during the Golden Calf incident, he went up to the mountain for another 40 days to extinguish the Lord’s anger and get the second set of tablets (Exodus 34:28).

After being strengthened by the food sent to him by an angel, Elijah travelled for 40 days to the mount Horeb, the mountain of God, where he met God not in the wind, not in the earthquake and not in the fire, but in a gentle whisper. Afterwards, he called Elisha to succeed him as a prophet (1 Kings 19).

Jesus fasted for 40 days in the desert in preparation for His ministry. During this time He confronted the three temptations of the devil and successfully conquered them. After His ressurection, He spent another 40 days to show Himself and appear to many of His disciples to teach them about the kingdom of God and prepare them to spread the Gospel (thus begins the Acts of the Apostles).

What did I do in the last 40 days?

After giving a testimony in front of the congregation during the Easter Sunday on March 23rd (where I shared a condensed version of my previous articles, “What Could I Do When The Lord Passed By?” and “Do I Know You?”), I fell back from the light and spent my days in the darkness. No more prayers, no more times of devotions. Only anguish and hate towards others that remains in me, devoid of all love and peace within. No more connection with the Lord, no more conversations. There is only me and my pile of work that never seems to end, occupying my time and my worry as each day passed by.

This will have to change tomorrow, when once again we will be remembering the Ascension of Jesus. Let my spirit also ascend once more to honor and glorify the Lord. I sensed that my community in CMC has also lost the flame, as the hordes of assignments and exams has led to less meetings and less commitment of continuity and unity. I plan to take some lessons from CMC’s “Faith Project” such as having a prayer chain in the community. As most of us use StarOne with call rates of Rp 19/minute this shouldn’t be hard to do as long as the commitment is there.

I must begin to find my place in this community and make it grow, no longer being only an observer but now starting to take part in its growth. For too long have I remained stagnant, now I must move on with faith and willingness to obey and serve the Lord’s wishes. I must start to give new ideas and new plans to make it grow. I pray to the Lord that this community will regain its strength and commitment to once again fervently serve the Lord. This is my commitment to you, oh God, please let me be Your salt and light in this place, be a candle that shines in the dark whenever the light starts to fade away and the darkness comes to take its place.

March 23, 2008

What Could I Do When The LORD Passed By?

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Nail Scarred HandsYou stood before creation
Forever within Your hand
You spoke all life into motion
My soul now to stand

You stood before my failure
And carried the cross for my shame
My sin weighed upon Your shoulders
My soul now to stand

So what can I say? And what could I do?
But offer this heart O God completely to You

So I’ll walk upon salvation
Your Spirit alive in me
This life to declare Your promise
My soul now to stand

So I’ll stand, with arms high and heart abandoned
In awe of the One who gave it all
I’ll stand, my soul Lord to You surrendered
All I am is Yours

Lyrics from The Stand by Hillsong.

This song was played along with clips from The Passion of the Christ in my church’s Good Friday service. Tomorrow there will be a chance for the congregation to share their walk with God during the Easter Sunday service, so tonight I was preparing myself for the sharing while listening to this song when suddenly I saw a vision.

I see myself in the side of the road that Jesus passed 2,000 years ago, the Via Dolorosa. There were crowds gathering, as a man passed by. The man was badly injured, there were blood stains and gaping wounds all over his body, and a crown of thorns in his head. Yes, he was Jesus. He was passing by, in front of me, carrying the cross - the burden of my sins - upon His shoulder. Suddenly I remembered the lyrics of this song. “What could I say? What could I do? But offer this heart o God completely to You.”

What could I do if I was there 2,000 years ago and Jesus passed right in front of me? Would my lips be able to say something to Him? Would my feet come rushing out to Him? Would my hands help Him to lift the cross that should have been mine? No. All that I could do was cry. Like tonight. And tonight I once again offer my heart and all that I am to Jesus. Thank you LORD for renewing my commitment in You. Thank you LORD for coming down and saving my soul. Thank you LORD for being my savior. This would be all that I can say. This would be all that I could do.

I love You, Jesus.

March 21, 2008

Nail Scarred Hands

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It’s Good Friday.

Nail Scarred HandsIt’s one more time to remember the Nail Scarred Hands that has saved me from my sins and from eternal damnation into eternal life. The hands of a carpenter that was nailed to the cross… because of me. Sinless He might have been, He chose to bear the weight of a lost world on the cross, so that they might not perish. For He so loved the world, that He came to save those that was lost so that they might have eternal life. Look at the lives of the disciples, look at the life of one Zacchaeus, once a sinner but a sinner no more by the love of Christ.

Your love has captured me oh Lord. Your love has captivated me and compelled me to come to know You. Here I come once again oh Lord to renew my faith and my commitment in You. I’m sorry Lord if I have been deceived and led astray these last few weeks. Now I want to come home, come back to where You are. To where your Nail Scarred Hands will hug me and embrace me. To where your love will never end. I love You, Jesus.

This post is dedicated to Jesus Christ, my Lord and my Savior, on the day of rememberance that He died 2,000 years ago to save me from my sins. Thank you for your unending love, Jesus. Thank you for saving me from my sins.

Here I am, Lord, and I’m drowning in your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me
I yearn for peace and rest
I don’t want to end up where You found me
And it echoes in my mind, keeps me awake tonight

I know You’ve cast my sin as far as the east is from the west
And I stand before You now as though I’ve never sinned
But today I feel like I’m just one mistake away from You leaving me this way

Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west
‘cause I can’t bear to see the man I’ve been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
‘cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other

I start the day, the war begins, endless reminding of my sin
Time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm I’m in
Today I feel like I’m just one mistake away from You leaving me this way

I know You’ve washed me white, turned my darkness into light
I need Your peace to get me through, to get me through this night
I can’t live by what I feel, but by the truth Your word reveals
I’m not holding on to You, but You’re holding on to me
You’re holding on to me

Jesus, You know just how far the east is from the west
I don’t have to see the man I’ve been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
‘cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other

Lyrics from East To West by Casting Crowns

March 20, 2008

Do I Know You?

Filed under: Faith Chronicles

“But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God — having a form of godliness but denying its power.” (2 Timothy 3:1-5)

MaskCommentaries from the Life Application Bible and the IVP Commentary explained the fifth verse this way, “The ‘form’ or appearance of godliness includes going to church, knowing Christian doctrine, using Christian clichés, and following a community’s Christian traditions. Such practices can make a person outwardly look good, but if the inner attitudes of belief, love, and worship are lacking, the public appearance is hollow, meaningless. When confronted, their inability to express their faith will reveal that beneath the ‘form of godliness’ there is only a vacuum of unbelief. They make a claim to godliness (with their claim to know God) but deny this claim with their powerless lives.”

When I decided to study more about these verses after I heard them in a late sermon, I can’t help but to wonder if the “terrible times in the last days” mentioned here has come. Reading the commentaries, I can’t help but to feel that the verse is speaking to me, reminding me of my own fall. Yes, I might be still writing articles in this blog and I might still be going to church, but sometimes I do feel my inner attitudes of belief, love and worship are missing. I often lose heart and lose hope during my trials, and that led to enormous mood swings and bad tempers that has irritated many others. When I have a bad temper, I lost my love and began filling my mind with hatred and murderous thoughts. Worse still, it has been a few months since I had a proper quiet time. Nowadays it’s really hard for me to worship God. When I’m in church, I just want to skip right over to the sermon and pass the praise and worship moments.

This reminded me about Jesus’ strong words recorded on Matthew 7:21-23, “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’”.

These verses talk about how working for Jesus is useless if you don’t know Jesus personally. It would be like working hard in a company where you never knew who the boss is. When a hard time comes, you come to the boss and say to him, “Boss, I know we’re facing a hard time now, but I have been working for this company 20 years, how could you just fire me?”. Imagine how would you respond if the boss replied “Get away from me. I never knew you!”, knowing still that his words were true — despite working for 20 years in the company, you never bothered to find out who you’re working for and get to know him. What would you do if it is Jesus who speak those words to you in the last day? Would you risk not knowing Him then?

I know that everything I do for Him would count for nothing if I don’t know Him personally. I could preach the Gospel to 1,000 people, write 10,000 articles in this blog or sing 100,000 songs — still it would count for nothing in the end without Jesus in me. Tomorrow we will commemorate the Good Friday, the day when He died for you and me 2,000 years ago on the cross. With His nail-scarred hands, He is coming and reaching out His hand to you and me, seeking to embrace us and free us from our sins. Would we gladly accept His call to come and know Him personally, or would we pass this chance and be lost for all eternity?

March 18, 2008

Between Black and White

Filed under: Faith Chronicles

Is there really anything between black and white? Does the so-called grey area really exist? While we know that the answer is actually no, too often we fall into situations and temptations that led us to think that there IS a grey area. The Scripture has actually given us warnings about this issue, such as the one we’ve often heard in Matthew 5:37 - “Simply let your Yes be Yes and your No be No; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.” It doesn’t say that there is a “maybe” or “depends”. The black and white isn’t a matter of decimals where there is anything in between and let’s not even say that black and white is just a matter of RGB (Red/Green/Blue) color combinations where there are “shades of grey”.

Since I’m not much of a theologian and more of a mathematical and logical thinker, I will try to explain my thoughts exactly with a simple equation.

If Black = ‘Sin’ and White = ‘Not Sin’
Then if Grey = ‘Not Sin ‘ means Grey = ‘White’
Or if Grey = ‘Sin’ means Grey = ‘Black’

Right?

But more often than not, our grey area is something black we’re trying to make white, not the other way around. In fact, why would someone want to think of something that is not sin as sin? Why would someone think of - for example - charity, love, or kindness as a sin? We would rather prefer to think of some sins as not sins. We would think of shoplifting as a sin, but not of cheating in an exam or pirating a movie. We would think of killing someone as a sin (and a huge one at that), but not of hating someone and thinking cruel thoughts about that person. We would think of money corruption as a sin, but we have no problems giving money to (read: bribing) a policeman to avoid a fine or ticket.

Why does it work that way? Well… wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it, but small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it (Matthew 7:13-14). For me, it means that the white area is smaller than the black one, and that there are fewer good deeds in the world than bad deeds. If it’s easier to do good than to do bad, the gate and the road that leads to life wouldn’t be so narrow, would it? If the road is wide and people can be freed from their sins on their own, then there would be no sense for Jesus to come and die for our sins, would it?

Because of this, I must remember to always be careful on every step, on every path, on every thought. A single misstep can lead me astray from the light into the darkness as the true path is narrow. I must always keep a constant reminder that there is only the black and the white, there is no grey. Everytime I am being tempted to think there is a grey area, I must say to myself that what looks grey is actually black. I must ask God to be given the strength to discern, to always be able to know the truth and choose the right choice. I pray that this will also be your prayer today, to always stay true and stay close to God. Amen.

March 16, 2008

A Healed Life

Filed under: Faith Chronicles

This is a story about how my illness was healed and how my life itself has been changed by the healing of my ilness.

For those of you who have known me personally, you might have known that I have a bad case of allergic cold that I had since I was about 3 years old. This illness was very burdensome for me as everyday I have to take one pill of Actifed to fight the allergic reaction. If I forgot to take it even once, then the next day I will have a runny nose with unstoppable sneezing all day round. For years I have been praying for God to take this illness away from me. This year, my prayers were finally heard and answered, although I needed quite a measure of faith in the process.

On January 30th, 2008, I went to HSC Medical Center in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia to visit a Dr. Kuljit Singh, a very good specialist in the nose-ear-throat field. He was highly recommended by a friend who was healed after he visited the doctor. Little did I know what I would face, as the doctor diagnosed me and concluded that I needed a surgery to heal this illness. After 20 years, the inner parts of my nose have became so swollen that my nasal passage is completely blocked. Because of this, I have a breathing problem, and in turn, the breathing problem led to my weak physical fitness as my oxygen intake is severely decreased. The doctor proposed to operate me the next day, and he promised that by February 1st I can already go home to Indonesia.

I was so scared, because I have a fear of blood and hospital, and once I even promised myself that I’d better die than having to stay in a hospital and having a surgery. But since I’m already in Malaysia, it would be a waste to back down and just go home without being treated. After struggling with myself, I accepted the offer. The night I couldn’t sleep, thinking of what would happen the next day. My mind began to wander, thinking of many trivial things, like “will I experience the feeling like in the movies where I’m being operated but my soul (?) wanders out of my body and I can see my body being operated from above?” or “will I have an experience like many people where they see a light, a door, a surreal, godly, spiritual, etc (?) experience?”.

On the next day, January 31st, I went to HSC once again to have some preliminary pre-surgery check-ups such as blood test, chest X-Ray and ECG. After the check-ups were done, I went to the hospital by taxi and by 12 pm I am already in a room. The surgery was scheduled for 3.30 pm. I was calm at first, but as the hour draws close, my anticipation and anxiety builds up and I quickly became very scared. After I was told to change into the surgery clothes, I lost all my calm and began SMS-ing all my close friends and spiritual leaders to ask for their prayer support. I tried to calm myself once again, but as the clock strikes 3.30 pm and my bed was being moved to the operation room, all I could do was surrender and try my best to put my faith in God and the doctors.

Arriving in the operation room, it was really like what I saw in CSI and other movies. A round room with many machines, many doctors and a big alien-like lights (or “autopsy lights” as I call it) in the middle of the room, above my bed. I was trembling and shaking with fear. The doctors noticed it and tried to calm me down. One female doctor held my hand and told me it would be okay, while the anesthetic surgeonist tried to make a conversation with me.

A New Life“Hey, I’m your anesthetic for today. Where are you from?”
“I’m from Surabaya, Indonesia.”
“Oh, nice place” (….haha, bluffing, I thought, so I asked…)
“You’ve ever been there?”
“Well, nope, but I heard there are really nice golf places there.”
“Yup, there are. You play golf?”
“Sure do. Would like to visit there one day. Anyway, first time?”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m pretty scared. Will it hurt?”
“Nope. Won’t feel a thing.”
“Alright. I will insert the drip now. You might feel a bit cold.”
(…hmmm, cold? It was more like a bit warm and tingly, I’d say, so…)
“Cold? Hmmm, more like warm. Alcohol warm.”
“Yeah? Felt like drinking some alcohol? I like Vodka, you know.”
“Hmm, well, I’d prefer some Baileys for me.”
“Baileys eh? Yeah, that drink is also nice too.”

I was going to answer that I liked the Caramel Baileys and was going to ask if he liked it too, but before I could say it, the anesthetic kicked in and I fell asleep. I didn’t feel anything and I didn’t remember anything. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Blank. When I woke up, it was around 5 pm and I was back in my room. I felt quite a bit dizzy and unbalanced, with a little pain on my nose — as it was plastered and stuffed with cotton — and also from the drip in my left hand. I couldn’t do or say anything else other than to thank God for caring me and taking me through the ordeal. As I couldn’t breathe very well, coupled with a runny nose, I couldn’t sleep so I end up spending the night playing my PSP. The next morning, the doctor came and undid the package in my nose. I could see some dried blood on the cotton, but not too much. The doctor told me to try inhaling and exhaling, and it felt really nice, like I haven’t been able to breathe like this for so many years, or maybe even my entire life.

February 1st, 2008 was the turning point of my life. My illness was healed, and although I still had to rely on some medications like Nasacort and Telfast until my allergy is completely healed, I felt way better than before, heck, maybe never even felt like this before. Finally I can breathe like a normal person. In the first week, I already felt that my energy level was up and my physical fitness was higher than before. I can handle more workload without quickly becoming tired and my performance on the job becomes better. Now I can manage my time better as I can do more tasks than before, and this way I felt that I’m becoming more effective for God’s purposes.

I remembered one sermon that said “if God felt that your sickness will prevent you from fulfilling His vision, mission and purpose for you, He will surely lift it from you in His own time”. Now the time has come and I’m very thankful for it. I must always remember to use this “newly given life” for Him alone. Thank you God, for hearing my prayers. Thank you Jesus, for this new life. I will be forever grateful and forever I will always be working for your glory, to be on the frontline for your purposes and your mission. It’s all that I can give back to You, even though I know that it’s not enough and that it will never be enough, LORD… as you gave it to me for free, by the blood of your son Jesus Christ.

For those of you who have the same problems with allergic cold and would like to visit the doctor:
Dr. Kuljit Singh
HSC Medical Center
Lot 3.6, Level 3, PNB Darby Park, 10 Jalan Binjai, 50450 Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Tel: +60-3-2712 0903. Fax: +60-3-2712-0902
E-mail: kuljits @ pc . jaring . my

March 13, 2008

Somewhere In The Middle

Filed under: Faith Chronicles

How hard is it for you to choose sides? The people of this world seems to have no problem choosing side, because they only got one side to choose, while we who have found the Truth are often still stuck between the sides. I read God’s letter to the Laodiceans more than 1900 years ago in Revelations 3:14-16 and I can’t help to wonder if this is the same problem we’re facing today. I face it even more after I entered a professional life, when confronted between the truth and the lies, the wrong and the right during our work life, which side do we choose?

Sadly, we often do compromise. We let our own wishes and dreams stand first before the wishes of the LORD. Money rules our hearts and minds, lust consumes our thoughts and conscience, and we fall into the darkness. When the LORD comes looking for steadfast warriors to stand in faith for Him, how many will He find? Will you and me stand there before Him or will we be counted among the lost? Our lips speak of total surrender while our hearts still seek to regain control. How many times have we heard someone vowing to battle Internet porn in his life while still he refuses to erase all the porn he has in his hard drives? How many times have we heard someone vowing not to go too far with his girlfriend yet continuously he continues to date her in dark and secluded places, hidden from the views of others?

I know I did. I know even I compromised. Yet the LORD still loves me and wants me back. Let’s make it a promise today to know which side to choose the next time we’re faced with a compromising situation. Let’s make a commitment that the next time God’s looking for us, we’ll be on His side. Let’s make a decision to make His dreams be ours. Let us be His warriors and His forerunners that will fight for His vision and mission in the frontline of the battle against the devil. Don’t let the god we believe in to be a god of our own minds, to only follow our wants, needs and desires, but let us believe in is the one true God under the name of Jesus Christ.

Inspired by lyrics from Somewhere in the Middle by Casting Crowns:

In The Middle of NowhereSomewhere between the hot and the cold
Somewhere between the new and the old
Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be

Somewhere between the wrong and the right
Somewhere between the darkness and the light
Somewhere between who I was and who You’re making me

Somewhere between my heart and my hands
Somewhere between my faith and my plans
Somewhere between the safety of the boat and the crashing waves

Somewhere between a whisper and a roar
Somewhere between the altar and the door
Somewhere between contented peace and always wanting more
Somewhere in the middle You’ll find me

Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control?

With eyes wide open to the differences, the God we want and the God who is
Will we trade our dreams for His or are we caught in the middle?
Lord, I feel You in this place and I know You’re by my side
Loving me even on these nights when I’m caught in the middle

June 19, 2007

Joshua Harris: “The Room”

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In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.”

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.

I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

“No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

By Joshua Harris. Orginally published in New Attitude Magazine. Copyright New Attitude, 1995.
Original article can be found here or in Harris’ book “I Kissed Dating Goodbye”

June 12, 2007

Becoming God’s Answer In The Workplace

Filed under: Faith Chronicles

HandshakeBecoming God’s Answer In The Workplace
by Nathan J. Elias - 12 June 2007

A few weeks ago, I was attending a prayer meeting held by a real estate company in Indonesia. By the end of the sermon, one of the managers moved to the front and gave the preacher a prayer list. The “prayer list” was actually a list of properties (houses and such) that had not been sold at that moment, and the company wished that the preacher would pray for the properties so that they can be sold soon.

There remains a debatable point among Christians whether we can pray to God on material things or not, whether we can pray a prayer such as “God, please help me sell this house by the end of this week”. Some people said that it is not good to pray like that, as God has His own plans and His own timing and He isn’t actually interested in our material or “worldly” interests. If we pray like that we will be forcing our own needs and timing to Him as if God is a genie in a bottle lamp. Still others held another perspective that God wants all of His children to be happy, successful and prosperous, thus we should petition all our requests to him (including, or rather, especially material ones).

Now while both viewpoints have their own merits, it is the prayer of this preacher that gave me insight upon a third, a new and fresh perspective on how we should pray for our jobs. In essence, he was praying for those properties to be the answer for those that seek it. What does it mean? I sat down with him after the prayer meeting and asked him about it. He told me that in this world, we cannot deny that people (even Christians) have material needs. Most of the time, we know what we need but we do not know how to fulfill it. We, as Christians, have a duty and an opportunity to be used by God to help out and give answers to these people who seek material fulfillment.

If you look at your occupation from this perspective, this fact is very true. I work in a shop that sells laptops, and most of the time, people came to my shop knowing what they need but they don’t know which one they need. They will tell me, “I have a $1,000 budget for a laptop and I need it for my work as a graphic designer, but I don’t know which one to choose. Can you help me find one that suits my needs best?”. After I know what he required, I will give him insights and present him with options and my personal recommendations. By the end of the day, he got what he needed and I got a feeling of happiness and enjoyment of being able to be used by God to help him and give a solution for his needs.

The same truth holds true no matter what your occupation is. You may be a car sales, a financial advisor, a marketing in a real estate company and everything else, but there is one Biblical truth that you must always hold true in your life, “Whatever you do, do your work heartily , as for the Lord rather than for men” (Collosians 3:23). In other words, whatever your occupation is, think of it as an opportunity the Lord has presented you to bless other people and be a part in God’s grace, care and providence through fulfilling others’ needs.

Think of every day as an opportunity and pray to God, “Lord, how will you use me to answer a person’s prayers today?”. A person might have prayed to God, “Lord, I am getting married soon and I only have $100,000 to buy a house. Will you open up a way for me?” or yet another might have prayed, “Lord, my daughter will study overseas and she have a problem with her illness. I need a health insurance, will you show me the right one to take?”. You never know that God might use YOU to be the answer to their prayers.

If you have never done it before, thank the Lord today for your occupation, for He is the one that gave you your present occupation and at the same time, by giving you an occupation, He is also giving you an opportunity to be of service to Him and for others. I pray that the Lord will instill on you the right perspective about work so that your life will be refreshed and renewed, and so that you will be able to experience joy in your workplace every day, knowing that God might just use you to be a blessing and answer someone’s prayers today.

Amen.

April 22, 2007

The Story of Khalil

Filed under: Faith Chronicles

KhalilMy friends from GPO shared to me one particularly interesting video about the story of a man named Khalil. He was a radical Moslem and he was assigned by his superior to write a book that would disprove the Bible and prove that it is wrong. But as he learned more about the Bible, he found out that the Bible is neither wrong or inaccurate, and he became fascinated about the Bible’s teachings about love. From that day on, he was changed, and became a new creation in Christ.

You can find the video on Youtube here:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=lp_9OuOuzic

This video was originally created by More Than Dreams organization.

The complete story about Khalil can be found here:
http://dreamsandvisions.com/English/khalil.html

There you can also find the original version of the video, better quality than the Youtube version but can be quite slow to download at times (I was downloading at 10 kbps at one time, then I paused it, and after a few hours later, I resumed and the download speed went to 200 kbps, so it depends).

The reflection I learned from this movie is about our first love with Jesus. Did you remember when you first knew Him and you had a passion to love others and to read the Bible to know more about God? For most of us, after some years have passed, the flames of passions will wane and fade soon enough. Are we willing to keep searching for the LORD and loving others? This man found love in Jesus and found Jesus through the Bible. How are we responding to Jesus’ love and teachings today? Sometimes we appreciate our relationship with Jesus less and less with each passing day…

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