Thursday, August 23, 2012
It seemed to be a team of blooming teenagers and maybe I was older than the rest. When asked from whom I get comfort in this life (being the activities’ theme) I had a slight difficulty squeezing the ideas in my head. We barely were given a couple of minutes to share our stories. As the members talked one by one and before my turn finally came, I was already doing a multitask ─ gathering ideas, internalizing how to say it and cropping my speech as we only have very limited time.
This is what actually is running in my mind, the uncut version of my dialogue:
"I was saved at age the of 13 and early before God called me to salvation, I already have spent my childhood in the church. I was raised in a Christian family. Although I grew up with our then-unsaved father, I have never regarded him as a stumbling block in my Mom’s spiritual life. Instead, in all those years I witnessed how good the Lord had turned things around when my Dad and I shared the testimony of our salvation at the same year. This fact alone ─ to be nourished in a household of faith ─ is one of my biggest source of encouragement.
Not everyone shares same blessing. We know that. We’re aware of how some Christians struggle to go to church all because their parents or siblings won’t allow them to. I remember a friend who religiously tries preparing to go to church Sunday after Sunday but retreats at once every time her family reprimands her to leave. Well, it’s the other way around in my case. Sometimes I have to be literally pulled out from bed to get myself ready for Sunday services. Coming to church was never a heavy effort but as a growing teenager, waking up early, was. I needed to be constantly reminded to review the music notes of the choir’s singing piece. Oh name all worship songs, I love them all. But as the youthful years pass by, I struggled so much against worldly music.
I was just an ordinary teenager like the young faces surrounding me today, except for a fact that I needed to learn the responsibility of being a called believer in my young age. The Lord has taught me to desire only the things under the shelter of His will. I was reared to endure the gap between day one of praying for something and the very day my prayer was answered, regardless of the result. That waiting time wasn’t always engaging. There were years of silence and misleading clues which led me to failures. And during those weakest times, I felt completely the comfort I needed from my family ─ who could understand me better than anyone else, who could lift my spirit through countless prayers, who could speak words of wisdom inspired by the scriptures.
Years of my youth will be part of history soon but I will forever be thankful to have spent more than half of my life as a Christian. The grace I was given to be nurtured in a family who fears the Lord is an undeniable blessing. I don’t know where my life would be if they have never showed to me what God has done, what God can do ─ and so I thank God for the blessing of being raised in a Christian family."
Imagine how long it is... and that would have actually been my speech! :)
This is what actually is running in my mind, the uncut version of my dialogue:
"I was saved at age the of 13 and early before God called me to salvation, I already have spent my childhood in the church. I was raised in a Christian family. Although I grew up with our then-unsaved father, I have never regarded him as a stumbling block in my Mom’s spiritual life. Instead, in all those years I witnessed how good the Lord had turned things around when my Dad and I shared the testimony of our salvation at the same year. This fact alone ─ to be nourished in a household of faith ─ is one of my biggest source of encouragement.
Not everyone shares same blessing. We know that. We’re aware of how some Christians struggle to go to church all because their parents or siblings won’t allow them to. I remember a friend who religiously tries preparing to go to church Sunday after Sunday but retreats at once every time her family reprimands her to leave. Well, it’s the other way around in my case. Sometimes I have to be literally pulled out from bed to get myself ready for Sunday services. Coming to church was never a heavy effort but as a growing teenager, waking up early, was. I needed to be constantly reminded to review the music notes of the choir’s singing piece. Oh name all worship songs, I love them all. But as the youthful years pass by, I struggled so much against worldly music.
I was just an ordinary teenager like the young faces surrounding me today, except for a fact that I needed to learn the responsibility of being a called believer in my young age. The Lord has taught me to desire only the things under the shelter of His will. I was reared to endure the gap between day one of praying for something and the very day my prayer was answered, regardless of the result. That waiting time wasn’t always engaging. There were years of silence and misleading clues which led me to failures. And during those weakest times, I felt completely the comfort I needed from my family ─ who could understand me better than anyone else, who could lift my spirit through countless prayers, who could speak words of wisdom inspired by the scriptures.
Years of my youth will be part of history soon but I will forever be thankful to have spent more than half of my life as a Christian. The grace I was given to be nurtured in a family who fears the Lord is an undeniable blessing. I don’t know where my life would be if they have never showed to me what God has done, what God can do ─ and so I thank God for the blessing of being raised in a Christian family."
Imagine how long it is... and that would have actually been my speech! :)
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