A hand of friendship extended. There are no more regrets in the same area.
Received the same vision from the Lord during worship today.
In that vision, I see my Dad, Mom and Grandma lifting up their hands to the Lord, submitting their lives to Christ. It was a vision that brought me to tears.
For Mom, I have been able to love and hug and kiss over the many years in church. To bring her out, to love her according to her love language.
For Dad, there is only progress to the amiable terms.
And if I were to die today, my only regret would be not being able to lead them to salvation myself.
What can I do? The thought Mike gave me came to remembrance:
One day, on the eve of new year, God calls you home.
You accended towards heaven, leaving your body at the reunion dinner.
You look down, seeing what’s under you.
Yes, you are going to heaven.
Will they be amazed or shocked at your silence?
That the message of salvation is not shared to them while you are still alive?
WIll they begin to cry out in pain and shriek in horror,
At the thought of an everlasting second death?
And will He, having walked with you so long on earth, hold you accountable for the blood and not having offered the choice of choosing Jesus?
Not trying is something I cannot accept, let alone my God.
Christianity is never about religion. I prefer to be a walking sermon that people can read. I want the people around me to marvel at the God I serve.
One preacher puts it aptly:
“Ministry is more about who you are than what you do. It is the character of your life that will have greater influence.”
I never bought the idea of serving God means you must be in a “ministry,” with all due respect. My respect is earned when I see a photographer giving relentlessly of himself to serve a God so big in his life, a cellgroup leader who can run from places in the island state to meet needs and members writing cards of encouragement even though they are so busy with school work.
No, I’m not too impressed with excellent oral skills or the ability to say huge words. I’m impressed by people doing little things well. 
I need mroe grace myself to be able to do it. It’s mad battle when I see dawn later. Pray for me. I think I’m stretching. Really.
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