Secular dictatorship

You say countries run by dictators have little or no freedom of speech or practising their faith. Well it’s true, I come from such a country where you are not entitled to have a different view point or worship and express your faith freely.

Coming to the west, I thought I would have the freedom I once longed for in a closed country. As I progressed through school, college, university and work however, I have noticed how secularisation has dictated over democracy; where freedom and tolerance have been double defined. We are at an age where teaching Religious Studies in schools is not necessary but an option and being debated whether to completely be stopped. How can young people make a choice if they don’t know their options?

Describing C S Lewis’ struggle with secularisation in his book – Pilgrim’s Regress, Ravi Zacharias explains, “handcuffed by the spirit of the age, not free but bound…how absolute freedom, can actually become a form of bondage in itself…”

Dr Zacharias continued to explain, “When secularisation has its full run at things… it will ultimately cease to have the ability to define distinctives and could ultimately produce a generation without a sense of shame.” A generation without a sense of shame! A generation so lost that it follows what it thinks/ feels is right! But surely there is one, single truth we ought to follow. Now we have reached a time where modern secularisation is stopping us from seeking that truth under the claim of tolerance.

Looking around us, what do we hear and see? “Do not speak about God, lest you offend somebody”, Nurse suspended from work for wearing a cross, another one fired for offering to pray and encourage the brokenhearted”. Where is the freedom? If we are not to offer the life giving gift to our neighbour, then we can question whether we are directing towards human robotisation.

Sometimes I worry more about the west than countries ruled by known dictators, for the slippery road is more subtle and dangerous in those that claim democracy. For when they forget the very Biblical foundation they were built upon, they are heading on the route to destruction. May God have mercy.

The crossroads

Everything has a beginning and an end, at least so it seems. One thing starts and once you took forever to adapt, it’s finally time to move on. Another thing starts, with its own highs and lows, but then again that comes to an end as well. Life seems to be a cycle of many events that start and end. And through this process, you meet various kinds of people and learn a lot of things that may help you deal with the next cycle better. I realised that these many cycles are not mutually exclusive, but actually a narrative of one event that is unique just for you. The narrator is God. I have also realised that there is one Strand that connects as these ‘circles’; He is Jesus. I am reminded of this verse in Hebrews.13:8 (the first English Bible verse I learnt by heart as a child): “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.”

So as I approach the end of one chapter in my life and look with hope and faith in my Father for the future, I find rest and “peace that passes all understanding”. Because, wherever I am, there He will also be, blessed be His name. Amen! 

Greater treasures

When God asks us to give Him the gold we hold so tightly in our hands, our immediate response is often regret; as freed hands are not used to such liberty, we stretch them out trying to grab what may come in our path. Thus, that sweet surrender turns us to an even deeper bondage.

The reflex mechanism of the human mind immediately followed by letting go is quite interesting. We have to have something! How can God ask that of us? But His promise was never to leave us with empty, bare hands. As we open our clenched fists and give whatever we held so tightly, it is so that He can give us greater treasures, more precious than what we held so dear. Open hands can hold more than clenched fists.

May God help us to trust Him more and more as we face at our insecurities and questions each day. Amen!

Strangely dim – Francesca Battistelli

I had recently been struggling with my heavy burden that I carried around with me where ever I went. I couldn’t put it down even for a moment. I prayed and came to Jesus, but I still had that burden on my back, I refused to let it down. There was something important I missed in all this, as I was carrying this cross, He was carrying me. 

Then I remembered a story a friend told me once: 

“Once a man bought a heavy bag of rice to take home and the distance he had to travel was quite long. However transport was poor in that area, so he decided to walk by the road side, when suddenly a bus pulled over. It was fully packed, but he managed to squeeze in. As the bus carried on with the journey, the passengers were intrigued by the man and asked him, “sir, why are you still carrying your bag of rice? Why not put it on the floor?” to which he replied, “Oh, I am grateful for the ride, but its enough that the bus is carrying me, it doesn’t have to carry my bag of rice, I can manage that.” What he didn’t realise was that the bus was carrying him and his bag of rice.”

In the same way I carried the burden, I felt that I had to figure it all out when as a matter of fact Jesus is the One who is carrying me and my burdens. It has been freeing to know in the end that this BIG and MAJESTIC GOD is carrying my burdens so I can walk in freedom! 

I recently came across this song and it really remind me that as long as I fix my eyes on Jesus I can walk on water.

“12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.” – 1Corinthians.13:12

 

He is my crown!

crowned with forgiveness

I was a sinner destined to die

Given to the hands of the oppressor

Left alone to tear me apart

 

I tell you it wasn’t easy

With no one there to comfort

Running here and there

But all I found was an empty well

 

Loneliness was my favourite word

And tears my good old friend

I didn’t have the answers to my hurt

Though I searched everywhere

 

I didn’t know Him

I have only heard His name

But He called me in my youth

And told me “you are Mine”

 

Who is this Man who would want me?

What am I worth to Him that He would love me?

Does He know who I really am or what I’m looking for?

 

But He had this radiant light

That was brighter than the sun

Irresistible were His words

And kept leaping in my heart

 

I didn’t understand what it was

But I desired what He had

Perhaps it’s the thing I was searching all around

Something pure something of beauty

Something to hope for and to be free

 

I was the youngest amongst many

But God didn’t care He still wants me

I stood to respond to the call that was made

And this was the day that I got saved

Oh the joy that filled my heart

Oh the burdens that became light

He has washed me and cleansed me white

By His blood I am His and He is mine

 

Now I can walk this path

With Him by my side

Oh what a happy day

I am the daughter of the Light!

HALLELUJAH