Friday, January 26, 2024

Stand on them Shoulders

 I'M BACK. 

Yes. I am alive! After 7 years, I make a come back. Really a perfect number of years, if you like a little light numerical significance. 

In some ways I'm the same ol' person, and in others, a completely different one. Without shifting my tone, let me jump right back into it!

The concept of standing on shoulders came to me either in the preceding year, or the year preceding the last. Really a revelation regarding the legacy that one leaves that can be within the boundaries of almost any relationship. 

An example is the legacy of worship leading, or bible reading, or prayer, or even church building.

Its the idea that a spiritual warrior in one aspect can place building blocks in a junior's life to help them to build their discipline in the same area of spiritual focus. These building blocks are usually formed by the spiritual warrior's own journey in developing and growing in this spiritual discipline. 

The legacy is then carried forward when the junior then has the humility to stand on the shoulders (i.e. the building blocks, experience, and learned wisdom) of the predecessor, in order to further their ability to comprehend, expound upon; further their understanding and go deeper in the practice of said spiritual discipline.

Humility for both parties is important. The latter must have the humility to see the wisdom, experience, and labour poured forth by the former as valuable in aiding them in their understanding and journey and ability to see further than they would be able to if they were building from ground up. 

The former must have the humility to realize and accept that once the latter is now standing on their shoulders (building blocks), they now have the ability to take their wisdom and understanding even further than they would have been able to envision, and to heed and take to heart the compounded vision of the later party. 

What a beautiful relationship can be formed by such, as each continually pushes the other deeper and deeper into a richer and richer relationship with God and practice of their faith!

Ideally. 

... Course, we know how it usually goes. But hopefully this tidbit is helpful in suggesting that you might take the humble approach the next time you find yourself on either side of this coin!

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Testing and Discipline

Deuteronomy 8:2-5

"2 Remember how the Lord your God led you all the way in the wilderness these forty years, to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands. 3 He humbled you, causing you to hunger and then feeding you with manna, which neither you nor your ancestors had known, to teach you that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord. 4 Your clothes did not wear out and your feet did not swell during these forty years. 5 Know then in your heart that as a man disciplines his son, so the Lord your God disciplines you."

It seems God takes us through times of testing when we have to wait a long time for Him to fulfil His plans or promises to us, but ultimately these times teach us about our own hearts and humble us. They show us how much we need him and cannot go without His word. We become disciplined through being discipline, and become more reliant on God.

You can definitely tie this passage to Jesus' testing in the wilderness.

Jesus spends 40 days in the desert fasting, paralleled to the Israelites' 40 years of wandering in the desert. This time of testing reveals what is in Christ's heart-- showing His obedience in following God's will and words. Jesus is absolutely humble, relying fully on God despite being fully divinely powerful himself. Jesus only quotes God's own words as a sustaining protection and weapon in this battle with Satan.

Jesus fulfills God's words in V3, by showing that He does not live on bread, but by God's words that are life. He knows God provides, not himself. God, literally his father, disciplines His son! And Jesus comes out, revealed to be completely faithful to God and obedient- righteous.

The idea of discipline, a time of testing required for humility to develop and a person's true nature to be revealed. I think I often fail during these testing periods, but God is gracious still and He continues to discipline me. Hopefully one day I will be able to live in His word instead of giving in to my worldly fleeting desires-- to be overwhelmed with emotion and self pity.

The "bread" isn't just physical food but all that we find security in in this world. What we think is our life, what is valuable to us, what we think we can't live without. We hold on to these things as what will help us, save us, give us security in life. This defines our value in the time of testing, but these things will not hold up.

Only God's words withstand all testing. Only who we are in Him is eternal.

God will put us through the time of testing to reveal to us what we value in our lives and strip away our reliance on those things, so that we will be disciplined to rely on Him and His words to sustain us through the trials.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

A Testament: Young Adulthood: Community

I walked into University with God. Up till then Christianity to me was about my relationship with God, about walking with Him and learning about His heart and will. Young Jae had much to learn yet. 

Entering the SJ fellowship was one of the more precious things that have happened in my life. It was at SJ that God showed me how important community in Christ is, and where I learnt how to love the Bride of Christ.


(I have written another post all about that experience.) Long story short would be that God showed me how by grace he led me to pray for the siblings I judged in high school, and in college, we all grew to understand the value of taking our walks with God seriously, and the value of loving one another and spurring each other on towards God. God blessed me richly by showing me not just the power of prayer, but His transformative power over all our lives, not to mention His graciousness to me even in my blindness and limited understanding to allow me to be able to pray!


Some of those individuals I did not understand well back then are most treasured siblings in Christ today who encourage me to much, and whom I love dearly. This transformation in them and myself is one of the realities that makes God's presence so undeniable to me. 


This is not to say that I did not face challenging stumbles through my years of college. I did fail many times, but God sustained me by grace and mercy despite my rebellious, weak, and deceptive heart. 


God further blessed me with personal impressions, and affirmation in what I determine to do, before my fourth, and final year of college. Before fourth year, we were to self-reflect about who we are, and I acknowledged myself as pessimistic, volatile, bitter, hypocritical, emotional, fearful, selfish. And yet, I saw in myself joy, constancy, hope, peace, and care. And I saw that all that was flawed in me was my flesh, and anything good was given by God. And God impressed upon me that yes I was complicated, but I was His masterpiece. He was with me in Spirit.


Graduating and moving to the working stage of life has been very good as I finally am able to commit to the many activities that I longed to commit to such as fully engaging in bible study, fellowship (which I did not do in my fourth year), Sunday school, discipleship, etc, etc. And goodness has God been good and taught me much! I hope to be more faithful and constant, as I am still prone to distractions of this world. 


I yearn, I LONG! To be ready to do my mission, and look at everything I go through as preparation for what He will have me do for His Kingdom, as I felt I was to do before I went into my post-secondary education. 


I know I am closer, yet still far, and not yet ready. But I hope for that season. I am full of joy in what He teaches me, and in the fellowship I have the opportunity of experiencing with other believers who also love God, another blessing that I have longed for since my childhood. I receive encouragement, give encouragement and walk alongside other siblings in Christ-- God has been very very very gracious to me. 


I praise Him for all He has done for this simple fool, and I hope to continue to honour Him with my life!

A Testament: Teenaged and Solitary

I feel the need to insert at this point that I was baptized when I was about ten or eleven years of age. Again, God showed His grace in my life as He further bound me to Himself through my bumbling decisions. Full water immersion on the beaches of the sunny island where we lived. It was a warm and pleasant day and I can still remember the feeling of rushing back up into the open air from under the salty waves, drying off in my white t-shirt after and drawing pictures in the sand. My then Sunday school teacher/counsellor/"ahmah" Pris, gave each of us-- CHY, MII, CAA, and JUE, a little keychain with a plastic blue cross.

The next phase of my life could be divided into three parts. Hope (SCGS), Wesley (SCGS), and VCAC (EH).


For most of my elementary years, I went to Hope Church. The had a nice kids program, I was relatively involved in worship and skits, and had fun with the older girl's group, but by grade 6 I found the sermons given at Kids to be lacking in interest, and began to long for more stimulating material. 


It was a relief in some ways then when I entered secondary one and began attending the Youth Ministry services at Hope. Their youth congregation was rather large, and they had two services to accommodate the hundreds of teens that attended Saturday services. At Sec 1, I was prepared to take in the now more challenging sermons and content, but far underprepared to handle the social and practical aspects of being in the teens ministry. Teens camp was intimidating and overwhelming, and I was indeed rather a child in most aspects. Either way, it mattered less at the end of the day, as we moved to Wesley methodist, my mother's first church in her youth, as I entered Sec 2. 


Wesley methodist had a far smaller and less charismatic youth congregation. The individuals in my small group, while nice, remained in their own clique, and as usual, I had a hard time with the social and relational aspects of Church. Despite these, I was growing, as my introverted and reserved self took to taking circular walks around a specific landing of my high school, and during those walks, meditating and praying. And so I passed almost every weekday during the lunch break in prayer and walked with the Spirit in solitude. God's presence to me was most certain then. 


I felt disconnected from the general less inspiring peers around me, save a few friends who I joined on Fridays for a prayer meeting. Its sort of what happens when you discover at the age of eleven or twelve that there is more to life than just school/work and family, when you learn that you are part of the Bride of Christ (though you don't fully comprehend what that will do to your life), all the daily conversations and grades becoming more and more meaningless against the greater scope of people suffering and life that is to come.


In this way, by the time I was a teenager I became skeptical and wary of shallowness. And I saw it all around me. People living to no purpose, even among Christian friends God was a vending machine to them, they hoped always and only for life to become easier and better-- to get good grades, to get into that program... I felt so so distant from everyone that I judged. I found it hard to find a kindred spirit who wanted to just talk about scripture, or God, and His Bride.

A big change during my teenage years was the move from SG to CA. 


The main change to my walk with God was that up till that point, my spiritual mentor had always been my father. My father retained his company in SG, and the rest of our family went. It was then that I determined that I had to really actively choose my faith as my own, and meet God myself, learn about Him myself. 


There were other challenges within this period of time, but those perhaps are too detailed and require more lengthy digressions. Simply put, I experienced the cultural shock in school and partly at Church, and still retained the judgemental nature of my flesh, continuing to find it difficult to find a kindred spirit.


There were a few souls who stood out to me as willing to talk about God. However, these friendships were either never fully developed, or not further developed till our college years. (The seeds were then planted though.)


Nonetheless, teenaged years had its extreme highs and lows. I stayed away from ministry because I wanted to be convicted to serve in a specific area according to God's calling, and not because there was a need.


I experienced a drastic challenge to my faith in Grade 11, where I reaffirmed what Christ's sacrifice meant-- this was where my self-esteem shifted to being rooted in Christ's price of what I was worth, and no one else's. 


And in Grade 12 when I experienced betrayal in my friendships, I walked with Christ as he allowed me to learn what the betrayal he went through was like. I walked into university with few things certain, but they were all I needed: That whatever I did would lead to my Kingdom Vocation. The goal is to build God's kingdom, and I will learn skills that will lead to that, even if right now it is Fashion Design. 


Tbc...

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Reflections on Daughtering

Long Excerpt: A Sharing in Parenting
Mother
  
"Through these years as a mother, my realization is that in order for our family to grow together, we really need God in our family. We need to have the very living essence of God to be in what we say, what we do, not just on Friday nights and Sunday mornings, [because] the impact of God [isn’t just] real only on those days, but on every day, and in every moment of our lives. That’s what our children see. They see us at home, and they see us outside the home.

... No matter how I teach my children about biblical truth and living, they will not understand and live it until they see us as parents living it. I must first make sure I have what I need in my life, [in order] to nurture my children into God loving and fearing adults. My children have been going to Sunday school the moment each of them reached a month old... They’ll give you lots of good and even biblically correct answers [if] you ask them questions, but they lack the day-to-day spiritual living of the biblical truths they have learnt... they can have so much fuller a life if Peter and I can guide them to seek the Holy Spirit to be their most intimate friend and personal counselor... We, like so many, have missed the unspeakable riches, the glorious reality, and intimate fellowship with the Holy Spirit (who is the third person of the Godhead)... He is to be worshiped as God, and He will lead us into worship in Spirit and in truth of the Father God, and the Son, our Bridegroom King. His desire is to personally teach each one of us the ways of God; [to] reveal the deep desires of the heart of the Father and of the Son. This is what I desire of my children to experience for themselves.

All along, I have been following the do’s and don’ts of parenting. Not that [that’s] bad, but [its] definitely not enough to guide our children to mature into adults who seek to delight God in everything he or she does– preparing them to be the bride of Jesus, our Bridegroom King. 

... It is really [about] what’s in my life that I can impart to my children that will leave an everlasting impression in their lives, such that they will not stray from God’s love, but yearn to grow closer to him every day, [relying] on the Holy Spirit for every counseling that they need for every decision that they will make in their lives from now, until adulthood. In short, [for them] to be able to develop the internal sensitivity to the Holy Spirit’s prompting– an internal sensor or compass, if I may call it. When I think about that, wow, that’s not a small feat! That’s a great responsibility on my part as a parent. 

... As I mentioned earlier, all it boils down to is one thing: We cannot give our children what we do not have within us. As a parent, I must first pull my act together and seek to be a delight to God, just as I want my children to delight me. My children will not be what I teach them to be, but what they see [in my actions] and [experience through their interactions with me]. Essentially, they will model after my actions. The inconsistency between the teaching of God’s word and my living it out will cause them to be confused, [leading] them to distrust, and eventually [leading] them away from God. Therefore, I must not only teach them God’s word, but [must] teach them [to have] reliance on the Holy Spirit to guide them. The Holy Spirit will always be with us; He cannot be taken away from us. My children need to see that both [their father] and I have that same reliance on the Holy Spirit through an intimate relationship and fellowship with him!

I’m just learning to see my children as God sees them in their potential, not as they are today. God loves me for who I will be the day Christ presents me to my father. So, I need to love my children as God loves me. Now, every moment must be a teachable moment. I’m learning to be more patient with my children, just as God our heavenly Father has been patient with me all these years as his child. He has not screamed and yelled at me for being disobedient to him. He has been waiting patiently for me to turn around and just run to him in love– as such I must be with my children.

... Oh how vulnerable we had become in our mistakes before our children! [Their father] and I were properly humbled and we repented before the Lord that night, as well as before our children. You see, they see us at our best [but also see us at] our worst and [in our] most humbling situations. What learning moments [these are] for our whole family."
  
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Excerpt: A Child’s Perspective: Spiritual Inheritance
Daughter
           
"It has been over ten years since the giving of the preceding sharing by my mother... As I listened, I grew not only astonished, but also grateful and full of praise to our God for the way He works in our lives. After I had finished listening to the recording I asked if I could transcribe it.

I believe in Spiritual Inheritance. I think that while you do not necessarily end up in the exact same family situation as an adult that you had growing up, your childhood and your family does have an influence on your life in the future. We like to think that we can forge new grounds for ourselves, and be our own person, separate from our pasts. However, I implore of my peers to take our own histories to heart, to understand our pasts, to review them from a spiritual perspective, before we can understand the steps we can take as we move forward. The idea of spiritual inheritance has only recently begun to descend on my heart, even if the idea has been in the making for sometime. My recent realizations regarding spiritual inheritance lead me to analyze these thoughts that were shared years ago, and as a result, I then wished to share the child’s parallel perspective.
I have always been quite family orientated, having had these values instilled in me by my parents from birth, and from birth, my parents had sung and taught and ingrained “God”, “Jesus” and “the bible” as some of the core necessities in our lives. As my mother mentioned, our lives were changed drastically when we moved. As a young child then, I naturally did not understand reasons, or foresee the challenges that our family would face in the years ahead when we first began the journey. As I look back on how my parents have changed over the years, I see God’s hand in our lives. He has really given them so much wisdom and passion for Him. I see how this built up over the years we spent there, and continues to build up as we live today. My parents have always been quite liberal with us, in explaining the reason why they do certain things, why they make certain choices, in trying to teach us to understand, and perceive. They allowed us room to ask questions, to bargain with them, to argue with them. Not that I think that all of our retorts have always been respectful or even honoring. I know that I have sinned in some of my addresses to them during arguments. Yet, I cannot deny that my parents did allow us to reason with them, to discuss with them, and so allowed us to have an active relationship with them.

When we moved, and as I moved up in elementary/primary school, my father began to share learning that he went through, and great passions that God placed on his heart. He spoke to me, expecting maturity in listening and understanding. If I had questions, or desired clarification, or more information, he did not withhold it from me. I remember talking to him for minutes, and sometimes, even hours after dinner about the latest topic God has been teaching him. I appreciate so much that he did this– stretched me to see that there was so much more than just an elementary life. There was spiritual warfare– battles and challenges beyond the tough challenges of schoolwork. There was the bride of Christ– relationships to be developed beyond the basic sinner turned convert. There were prayer walks, long nights of worship, dancing, shofars, and waving of flags. There was so much more than graduating, getting a job, getting a family, retiring, and then dying. (Edit: Not that I didn't participate in activities of a student, but I was aware that there were other pursuits above my present understanding.) 

Perhaps it was in my later years of high school; it definitely solidified through my years in university– the need to have the Holy Spirit, Christ, and the Father with us every moment of our lives, not just on Sundays and Fridays. I grew to understand that to not have Him with me always; to live a dual life was false, and even folly. My experiences with God on Sundays and Fridays were so filling; so real, and so rich that life outside it seemed flimsy. I wished that it would not be that way, and I eventually caught on to the fact that it isn’t supposed to be– that God is with me each moment, that I should seek to be aware of His presence with me. I would say my parents did have a part in guiding me to this realization, in displaying their desire to follow God’s ways always, in the household, out of the household, in all our fights, and in many of our interactions. They trained me to think of God’s response to situations I faced, and I did so unconsciously, but I would say that God ultimately gave me these epiphanies: that this is how He wants to walk with me.

I found it interesting to hear my mother (back then a younger mother) share about her worry that we “lack the day-to-day spiritual living of biblical truth”. I see so much beauty in her words, her desire to model what living God’s truth would look like; when I look at my parents today, I thank God for them– I acknowledge that in my life there are no role models I look to more than my parents. Of course, they are not perfect. We are far from perfect. We still have arguments. We still make mistakes. We still have misunderstanding. We are far from fully sympathizing with each other. And yet this allows my mother’s convictions– that while she wanted to model God’s love and wisdom, she wanted us to look to Christ as our ultimate model of love and wisdom– to stand. My parents, in my eyes, are indeed flawed, but I admire them all the more because they have shown time and time again a reliance on God instead to find the right way as they struggled with parenting. Their humility left in me no shame in being wrong, or flawed, or not knowing everything; instead pushing me to seek and rely on the God who is righteous, perfect, and all knowing.

I cannot deny that God has been with our family. I cannot deny that we have grown a lot over the years. I cannot deny that I am blessed richly to have parents who love God, rely on Him and desire to serve Him with all they have. They have given me the foundation to seek God first... I agree with each of my mother’s sentiments that she spoke of all these years ago, and yet, am amazed to hear them because these are all lessons I myself have learnt as I journeyed as a Christian over my own short life. Now, I alongside with my mother, desire to experience for myself knowing the “deep desires of the heart of the Father and of the Son” as I live.

Coming back to my initial thoughts, I want to reassert that I believe in spiritual legacy. Abraham’s involved a covenant with God, which created a bond so powerful it transcended generations, from Isaac, to Jacob, to Judah, to David, to Jesus. Another notable legacy mentioned in the bible was Lois’, who was passed on to her daughter Eunice, whose faith was later seen in her son, Timothy. It means understanding the path that your parents (or predecessors) walked, and how they grew in their walks with God. That requires analyzing the life choices they made, and the kingdoms they built through their work. These efforts and time they spent building you up becomes the foundation that you continue to build on as you then take responsibility for your own walk with God. This carries on their spiritual legacy. Of course not everyone will be given this from his or her parents. However, once we first learn of our need for God, we have the opportunity to choose awareness of our place with God, and can begin building the spiritual legacy that we will one day pass to our children as we teach them, through our own example, of God’s ways.

I guess I wanted to affirm that as a parent, you truly do have the responsibility to bring your child up in God’s ways, and this can really give your children a great foundation to their own walk. (I do want to insert that not every child will turn out the way you always hope even if you have made your best efforts. This is simply because each individual has his or her own walk, and choices to make. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to be the most God glorifying parent you can be.) I also want to affirm that even if this is something you have not done, that God still works in your child, and you have to entrust that He has been and will guide your child, as he continues to guide you. Even so, in this realization, there are still choices you can make regarding your family that honors the Lord. I lastly want to affirm that although your parents may not have begun or left you a legacy, that that is not something to mourn over either. You have still the choice to start your own legacy. So, my sisters and brothers, be aware of the spiritual matters the Lord has given you authority over. May Christ’s wisdom, patience, trust in and faithfulness to the Father, be with you as you walk and build.



Saturday, December 31, 2016

A Testament: The Beginning

Three years (almost now) ago I thought I would begin my testimony. Amazingly, I have not begun a single word, and still perhaps it has been in God's will that it would be so, as I have learn much much over the past three years, and hopefully still more to come.

I hesitate to begin the tale as it seems to me a long one. I have been a Christian since June 27th 2000. That's 16-17 years to talk about, which is few for some, but to me, it has been a good portion of my life.

I was a child when I first by God's grace "received Jesus in my heart"-- the direct scruffily written recording I myself made in my first proper NIV bible. Many would call that simply following the beliefs of my parents, but I know that since that day it has been an uphill journey in which God walked by me, guided me, loved me and helped me.

Of course I didn't know that then. (I found my first NIV bible eleven years later on a trip back to one of my childhood homes, and it was then that I was blessed to see God's grace in this.)

Where to next then? Much of my childhood was indeed affected by my parent's faith. I remember our family faithfully attending Church every week. I went to Sunday School as a toddler, no more than five, and learning Genesis and Exodus and Leviticus (left-foot-a-kiss) and Deuteronomy (don't-run-on-me), Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians (Go Eat Pop Corn), and so on and so on. I enjoyed these stories and the basic principles that came with many of them. God's morals and values came to me easily.

By eleven I was trying to explain these principles to my then six year old brother. What little I understood anyways. Did I know everything? No. Did I eventually become bored with Sunday School? Yes.

My father was my primary mentor growing up. He was and continues to be very passionate about his walk and work for God. Neither a pastor (though inclined to preach), nor a teacher (though inclined to correct), my father is a businessman, much inclined to using his work to build God's kingdom. He has spent the years since my childhood working on this, and is only beginning to see the glimpses of beginning to fulfill that dream-- and there is still much much more work to do to realize it.

This man didn't and doesn't sugar coat. What he learnt was shared very frankly with his wife and children. When my father was learning about the bride of Christ, he shared it with all of us-- I was then about eleven years old, and I accepted this understanding.

I don't want to say that I blindly followed, as people may like to interpret my acceptance of my parent's beliefs. What I learnt from my parents was the receiving of a heritage of understanding. Instead of starting from ground 0, I have been given much grace and blessing in the way that God allowed me to inherit faith, and gain wisdom and build on these. 

In our individualistic society, the young feel a need to separate themselves from their heritage and forge their own new path and journey. This is sometimes a wise choice. But for me, I have everything to gain by receiving the heritage and work that my parents have already begun. By receiving their wisdom and understanding, I am gaining (part of and probably less of) the 30 plus years of walking and learning. 

Your walk with Christ is not determined by how long you have been a Christian by any means. Our faith is one based on relationship, and by walking together, you gain! 

In this way, I gained more knowledge and understanding than one with my experience at that young age could have grasped alone. I didn't yet fully comprehend, but it was definitely the beginning of these roots. I learnt and worshipped at home, we learnt and worshiped at fellowship, at Church, but the lessons I was learning outside of Sunday services were becoming very fascinating.

One of the more memorable parts of my childhood involved the house of prayer. During our time in Singapore, my father did bring us to the HOP on several nights, which affected then my perspective on worship, prayer and dedication to God. I saw passionate believers, felt the Spirit moving.

Regular life never cuts it after that. Once I was moved by God, saw God's working in other's lives, I could not go back.


tbc: Teenaged: Solitary: An Excerpt:
The next phase of life could be divided into three parts. Hope (SCGS), Wesley (SCGS), and VCAC (EH)...

...In this way, by the time I was a teenager I became skeptical and wary of shallowness. And I saw it all around me. People living to no purpose, God was a vending machine to them, they hoped always and only for life to become easier and better. I felt so so distant from everyone that I judged.

I found it hard to find a kindred spirit.

tbc: Young Adulthood: Community