Short Dialog: Faith Is Like Water.

Bro.Z: "Faith is like water. I thought that my faith is strong like a waterfall flow strongly. But now only I realized that my faith is just a cup of water playing teh tarik. My faith moves only when I 'tarik', it's dead when I stop. Before this I keep on 'tarik', but now I was tired. My faith had become dead. Haiz... Did you get what I mean?"

Bro.A: "Guess I can understand when you are 'tarik'-ing your teh all this while, you and yourself, surely you will grow tired of 'tarik'-ing and eventually stop doing it. You need at least two cups to 'tarik teh', you yourself are one cup, and someone else is another. Then faith flows coherently. Sorry I cant be physically with you as the other cup, but hope Im that cup mentally. I am weak too, but both of us are cups held by God's hands to 'tarik' our teh of faith. God knows us best and sometimes God allows the teh to flow high, sometimes low. Anyway, we are God's humble vessel and should always be. Let's keep our teh hot and high quality. My prayers."

Brink of Life

Lyrics:
O unfathomable life
just like a cloud in the sky.
Where the wind will blow, I will go,
weighing myself down.

Endless life of bitterness
sins and crimes and indulgence
All the glory and labor
only wither, like a flower.

Chorus:
On the brink of life shall one regret and see the light
A light many have failed to see
and O, never find
Out of the world is your soul and mine chosen to the light
but how many could endure the trials to walk with Christ, to walk with Christ?

I have sailed all seven seas,
I have scaled all hills and vales,
only to find the meaning of life,
aimless and fragile.

A pilgrimage of hardship,
just a chasing after the wind.
Now a blessed Gospel seed,
blossoms a grace, so sweet.

Over and over again

lyrics:
The sky today is so gloomy
as gloomy as the heart that I carry
I walk into Your presence, heavy with sin.
Shame and regrets welled up, from within.

I bow down my head and clasp my hands,
in humble prayer that You may hear my pleads.
Come into my heart, and never depart from me.
Forgive me again,
... and again~

Over and over... I fall
Again and again Your blood is drippin'
Over and over... I lost
Again You shed Your tears
for my sins, and weaknesses.

... ...
Would You forgive me,
if I repent truly?

浪子的哥哥

路15：11-31

一个人有两个儿子。一天，小儿子要了父亲分给他的产业，然后往远方去任意放荡，浪费资财。

他在外享受了不久，财产耗尽了，又遇大饥荒，他就穷苦起来。投靠别人，做低贱辛苦的工作苟且偷生。他恨不得拿猪所吃的豆荚充饥，也没有人给他。

他受尽了痛苦，最后他厚着脸皮回到父亲那里。他父亲极其开心，像招待贵宾似的欢迎他回家。

他的哥哥，站在后面，看着当初要父亲分家业给他然后带着他的财产离开家的弟弟回来。

他看着弟弟在父亲的怀抱，连连的于父亲亲嘴，又穿上好的袍子，佩戴戒指在指头上，还有新鞋子，更被迎接去吃新鲜的肥牛犊，作乐跳舞。

他非常生气，他不明白为什么他日日夜夜在家孝顺父亲，为父亲劳力工作，服侍父亲，从来没有违背过父亲的命令，但父亲却没有给过他任何东西，反而这坏蛋不孝的弟弟吞了父亲的产业，可是一回来父亲就宰了肥牛犊给他！

浪子的哥哥非常不甘心，非常忌妒弟弟。

为什么？我任饶任怨的一直在家努力工作，为什么还得不到恩赐？

为什么他一来就得到恩赐？

我这么多年在家里努力，却什么也得不到，他一来就得到一切，这样公平吗？

我很不甘心！为什么不给我而给他？为什么我带现在还得不到？为什么？

为什么他一来就能得到我一直以来梦寐以求的大恩，而我却未得到？这到底是为什么？父亲偏心吗？公理何在？

路加福音15：31 “儿啊！你常和我同在，我一切所有的都是你的；只是你这个兄弟是死而复活、失而又得的，所以我们理当欢喜快乐”

的确，再想一想。他们在外承受了许多痛苦，甚至恶魔的攻击，伤痕累累、痛苦万分。难得他们还能回来，回到主的环抱中，真的是死而复活！理当欢喜快乐呀！我岂能嫉妒呢？他们平安回来我应该感恩才对。

然而，我从小就一直在家中努力。这是绝对不会错的事。这恩赐，迟早也会是我的！加油！

Since when was I a Christian Soldier?

Since when had I become a Christian Soldier?
Was it when I was first baptized?
Was it when I had first received the Holy Spirit?
Was it when I had first told my friends about the Gospel?
Was it when I started to do divine work?
When exactly was it?

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
(Jer 1:5)

Before the dawn of time,
I was already a Christian Soldier.
I was destined to be, chosen to be, glorified to be.

Therefore, I shall unsheathe my sword and fight to the end.
For if I don't, I am of no use to the Kingdom of Heaven.
And if I perish, I perish. (Esther 4:16)

Be Inspired

One fine day, a TJC preacher takes a flight to travel somewhere.
In the plane he sits next to a dumb person, who can't talk.

Not long later, the dumb person writes to him,
"Do you know Christ?"

The preacher writes back,
"I am a Christian."

The dumb person replies,
"Thank God. I am from the True Jesus Church. You?"

The preacher smiles broadly at
this soldier of Christ.
A person who is physically impaired has drawn his sword in the spiritual warfare.
Are we willing to take courage and do the same?

~Eld Phoong~

Used to Praying (translated)

Prayer has become my routine.

When dinner is served, naturally do my hands clasp in prayer, mumbling
"hallelujah in Jesus' name I pray, Hallelujah Amen."
Before bedtime, instinctively will I kneel in prayer, mouthing the same words "Hallelujah in Jesus' name I pray, thanks for Your grace, may You continue to keep and lead me. Have mercy on me. Your will be done. Amen."

The Church prayer is quite the same,
"Hallelujah in Jesus' name I pray, thank You and praise You Lord.
May You grant Your precious Holy Spirit to me so I become your good child. Hallelujah, mercy and help on me. Glory to God. Amen."

Prayer
has only become my routine.
An everyday act.
So natural and instinctive that I don't need to think TO DO it.
Thus, I've come to a level-up where I can do two things at once.
Something else is in my head, yet the words in my prayer remain skilfully consistent.

A memorized prayer.
Yet my heart wanders afar.
This has become my habit.

Recalling the past, the true communion I had with God
was long history.
Prayer has been degraded to a plain form of a Christian routine and code of conduct.


My prayer, has only been seen and heard by other people.
But my God, has also wandered afar.

My God has wondered afar, yet I am oblivious.
This bad habit is catastrophic, and I am ready to eliminate it!