Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I missed the trip.
I missed the morning roll calls, the nice hotel beds, the looks of everyone in the morning, the morning worship sessions, the prayer room, the sound of God’s children worshipping at his feet, the devotions vy the officers, the kids at KKCS, the slum community and most importantly, the love.
I remembered vividly how everyone put down what they were doing and started praying for Russell when he was lying sick on the day of departure from KK. Wesley and Tim Lim were on the guitars, Gareth was like leading the session, and we began worshipping the Lord. I don’t remember what songs we sang that night, but it was just so on going. A couple of prayers and when there was silence, a new song began and then more prayers and then songs, people who happened to see was and had nothing urgent on hand, joined us and the group grew bigger and bigger. This went on and on for I don’t know how long. It was splendid because of the tue worship it was to the Lord, the true desire for a brother to get well. And with all the worship and love that was poured out in this prayer session, you would have thought we were at the prayer room while doing this. But no.
All these were held at the corridor.
And we were all sitting at the corridor., singing praises to the King and interceding for a friend.
All this happened too fast at that time (after the session we were all rushing to get the luggage out and board the bus) and because of that, the true meaning of that never dawned to me until now. How pretty the worship was, how spirit led it was,, how everyone’s eyes were focused on one God. Who cared if there were people living in those hotel rooms, our God reigns first. Who cared who joined, as long as you love your friend, join us in prayer. There was no need for a verbal invitation, God made sure they felt welcomed.
And God was indeed moving.
I found myself wondering, how many times do we do this sort of things. I mean, we have had prayer meetings, but how many of these prayed for healing? How many of these were not so called constraint but one limitations or another? How many made everyone felt welcome and important? And how many was so spirit led? Very few.
It was a simple prayer meeting, no crying or anything of that sort or some form emotional high. But God, even in this trip reminded me, is Him all about emotional highs? The whole trip was not a emotionally high one, but I could almost hear His voice saying, if there was no emotional high in My journey with you, will you still love Me?
Then I realized that it wasn’t about emotional highs or powerful intercessions anymore. It’s about Life. It is about God. Not the sensation during emotional highs or the tears of wretch ness, those are part of Christian life, but the main crust of our Christian life is not about that. It’s about walking with God. It’s about loving others. It’s simple, without much decorations. And many Christians who had experienced powerful intercessions during mission trips, found themselves lost or even backsliding because that emotional high became all they were searching for in their Christian life. If there was no emotional high sensation, they felt that God wasn’t with them and thus it became a devil’s tool for persuading Christians that God was silent and God is not with them. But in the trip, God reminded me that these emotional highs were like special festivals on our calendar, not the whole walk.
God is always there.
It is up to us to keep our hearts open for Him, to keep our eyes focused on Him. We love Him because He loved me first, we loved Him because we loved Him for Himself. It’s not the gift that we are seeking but the giver. God does not need to do anything; just His death on the cross was enough for us to use our lifetime to worship Him.
Oh Lord,
I love you.
Innocence
4:09 PM
