Life is good
So much I have seen and felt as I walk down the aisle of life. The gamut of emotions, as I have experienced them, both haunted and thrilled me: feelings of joy, depression, passion, anger, frustration, irritation, fear, loneliness, etc. Why do God give us the capacity to feel? I found my answer in a book which I chanced upon in the reference section of the national library.
To discover our full humanity. That is the answer.
How comforting it is to know that God understands, perfectly, the sufferings that the underprivileged and the poor are experiencing, the man who suffers injustice, the mother who fears for her sickened child, the son who cries when he hears that his father had passed away...
He feared when the Roman soldiers came to take him away to Pontius Pilate to be judged. He was compassionate to the prostitute who was stoned by a few self-righteous men. He was sad when Judas betrayed him to the Sanhedrin. He was filled with joy when the multitude who came to listen to his teachings were given enough to eat, courtesy of the divine grace of God. He went through gruelling pain when he was nailed to the wooden cross.
How is it so that men complain that God does not comprehend our sufferings when He has gone through hell and came back to earth? What can be worse than nailing our loving and living Saviour and Creator, in His fragile and tortured body, to the wooden cross and watch Him die, in pain and in agony?
The Lord understands the frailty, fragility, corruption and brokeness of men because He went through the Passion. The Passion allows the God Incarnate to experience full humanity so that He can bring humanity out of its wretched and pathetic state.
Even as I am furiously using my fingers to type out the words and sentences that reflect my thoughts and emotions, I feel His presence in the room. His compassionate towards me brings tears, physical manisfestations of my caged-up anger, frustrations and sadness, streaming down my cheeks. He tells me that life is good and that goodness always prevails.
I am a backslider. Yet I still acknowledge His omnipresence.
It has been a while since I felt loved. I feeI loved by God. I feel loved by Leonard. I feel loved by my father in heaven. Deep inside the crevices of my heart, I yearn for my father's presence. I yearn for conversations with him. I yearn for his wisdom. But I know that I cannot bring him back to life. All that remains are memories of moments with him, his powerful and stirring words, his forgiveness, mercy and compassion.
So much to write. So much to say. It is endless. The human heart is a well that never dries and always swells.
To discover our full humanity. That is the answer.
How comforting it is to know that God understands, perfectly, the sufferings that the underprivileged and the poor are experiencing, the man who suffers injustice, the mother who fears for her sickened child, the son who cries when he hears that his father had passed away...
He feared when the Roman soldiers came to take him away to Pontius Pilate to be judged. He was compassionate to the prostitute who was stoned by a few self-righteous men. He was sad when Judas betrayed him to the Sanhedrin. He was filled with joy when the multitude who came to listen to his teachings were given enough to eat, courtesy of the divine grace of God. He went through gruelling pain when he was nailed to the wooden cross.
How is it so that men complain that God does not comprehend our sufferings when He has gone through hell and came back to earth? What can be worse than nailing our loving and living Saviour and Creator, in His fragile and tortured body, to the wooden cross and watch Him die, in pain and in agony?
The Lord understands the frailty, fragility, corruption and brokeness of men because He went through the Passion. The Passion allows the God Incarnate to experience full humanity so that He can bring humanity out of its wretched and pathetic state.
Even as I am furiously using my fingers to type out the words and sentences that reflect my thoughts and emotions, I feel His presence in the room. His compassionate towards me brings tears, physical manisfestations of my caged-up anger, frustrations and sadness, streaming down my cheeks. He tells me that life is good and that goodness always prevails.
I am a backslider. Yet I still acknowledge His omnipresence.
It has been a while since I felt loved. I feeI loved by God. I feel loved by Leonard. I feel loved by my father in heaven. Deep inside the crevices of my heart, I yearn for my father's presence. I yearn for conversations with him. I yearn for his wisdom. But I know that I cannot bring him back to life. All that remains are memories of moments with him, his powerful and stirring words, his forgiveness, mercy and compassion.
So much to write. So much to say. It is endless. The human heart is a well that never dries and always swells.