KamikazeAfter getting off my night shift this morning, I went to a bank to cash a check. Just the morning before I had found out another surprise and another bad news, I was tired and groggy to put it mildly. Typically afterwork I am very low on energy I usually go home and sleep. But it turned out that bank was opening hourand a half later than posted on their website. I had the choice of making another trip or to wait it out. But thanks to the current gas prices I decided to wait. Next to the bank was a Starbucks. I got a tall coffee and took out my bible. Accordingto this reading schedule I was to read psalm 40-45. So I started. As I read Psalm 40-45 (first QT done on own in a long time) I could not help but to feel that it was talking to me. Specially Psalm 40:11-12 had me speechless. By the time I was reading 42:11 where David is asking, "why are you down cast my soul?" my mind went numb. Why is my soul down casted?. I ended up reading today's reading twice. In so many ways I could relate to David. I remembered how, right after being saved, I could not help but to speak of His love and grace to everyone I met. He was the rock and I had fallen, much by my own weakness. As I read over I could not help notice how I missed the things I had tasted in the past. The presence of Him, the opportunity to serve Him, His life flowing through me.. I entered a state of trance where I could not help but to just recount the past testimonies of my short Christian life. Then I remembered people memorizing chapter 139 in Psalm’s class. So opened up Psalm 139. Verse 7 and 8. 7 Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? 8 If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there. Another reminder from the past. He is always there. “If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.” I could not help wondering if He was here with me at this moment, here in Hell I have created and entered. As I was still down just thinking of how I had fallen, then kamikaze.. (divine wind) A gentle breeze blew and opened my bible to Job 19. For some reason I wanted to read it. I wanted to hear His voice through His words again. As I read 25For Iknow that my Redeemer lives, And He shall stand at last on the earth; 26 And after my skin is destroyed, this I know, That in my flesh I shall see God, 27 Whom I shall see for myself, And my eyes shall behold, and not another. How my heart yearns within me! I remembered that He is my redeemer.. I am a sinner through and through and I am so far from complete. Yet by Jesus dying for me on the Cross, I am His. And.. He will redeem me as He has done before. “For I know my redeemer lives..” this verse would not leave my mind. After I cashed the small check, I drove back home. And while driving I started to pray.. With my usual prayer opening, “Hi God, How are you?” Those of you who know me well, probably saw me cry out for the orphans and the persecuted Christians in North Korea. But I usually pray pretty silently for myself, even toned and much silent thoughts. Specially,when I am asking for something for myself I am pretty silent, for I do not feel that I deserve them. But this time around I found my voice rising. Louder and louder.. as if pleading. “You did not send me here just to see me fall did you? I was not meant to come here to desire death like Job was I?” As if puss filled wound exploding out, I felt my pain and worries flowing out of me. With a trembling voice I cried out, “Unlike Job, I realize that these things are happening due to my sins. But Lord, I know my redeemer lives! I know myredeemer lives!” I found myself pleading out loud with fear and hope.
After miles of pleading I found myself reciting verses of a song I often desire to sing forthe North Korean Christians. Blessed BeYour Name In the land that is plentiful Where Your streams of abundance flow Blessed beYour name Blessed BeYour name When I'm found in the desert place Though I walk through the wilderness Blessed Be Your name Blessed be Your name On the road marked with suffering Though there's pain in the offering Blessed be Your name My heart will choose to say Lord, blessed be Your name.
In Jesus name I prayed. There was some form of peace back in my heart. And a new energy in me I did not sense for a long time. What ever tomorrow brings, Blessed be Your name Lord. Oh and.. thank you for the reminders. |