One Move Left!

“According to legend, a chess champion visited the museum once and after studying the painting, noticed that the arrangement of the chess pieces were incorrect. According to him, the devil who thought he was winning, was in fact not winning. The man, who thought he was losing, was winning, because according to the pieces left on the chessboard, his king had one more move left, which would make him the winner of the game!

He called the curator and they determined that the title didn’t fit the scene because the forlorn-looking player actually has the ability to defeat his opponent, though he obviously doesn’t realize it. The painting is a lie. His king can still make another move!

– A little boy with two fishes and a few loafs of bread, sees that thousands of people needs food. It looks like checkmate, but it is a lie, our King has another move left! They collected twelve baskets of leftovers afterwards!

– Daniel gets thrown into a lion’s den full of hungry lions. It looks like checkmate, but it is a lie, our King has another move left!

– The woman by the well is about to be killed by angry men with stones. It looks like checkmate, but it is a lie, our King has another move left! He tells her to go and not sin anymore.

– The murderer next to Jesus on the cross thought it was the end, yet he still repented. It looks like checkmate, but it is a lie, because the King has a move left and says: Today you will be in Paradise with me.

– On Good Friday the people were screaming: Crucify Him! They mocked and hit Him, spit and tortured Him and nailed Him to the cross. They said He could save others, but not Himself. It is over. Checkmate. Satan smiles as everybody leaves thinking God is dead. But Jesus still has a move left! Come Sunday and Jesus rose from the dead! Our King had another move left!”

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Checkmate

Conversations With Uncle Chandra (Part 1)

Last Friday after Good Friday service, tired as I am, I spent a good 20 minutes talking to the night guard, Chandra. Learnt so much from this fruitful and humbling conversation. Chandra shared that Jesus and Christianity is good and he respects that even though he is a Hindu. He revealed something new to me that back in the 1960s and 1970s, there used to be a public holiday for Easter Sunday too, thus stretching to ‘Easter Monday’, making it a long public holiday break. During those periods, car races were held and people had lots of fun both participating and spectating.

As we learnt about one another, Chandra shared that he was part of the first batch of soldiers trained by Israeli forces when SAF was just formed! How amazing was that? His son was an engineer, and a brilliant one who excelled during his time in MINDEF during his NS liability. He was the brains behind removing the ‘S’ when it comes to filling up data so that today we no longer need to key the extra ‘S’ when we want to key in our ID.

Chandra said that when I come to church, I need to come before Jesus with my feelings; my heart, I cannot just come to church like a religious obligation. By coming to Jesus with my heart, then only can I expect help from above. Many words was exchanged during the short conversation, and with it, life from a 60-year-old to a 24-year-old as well. I am blessed by this experience.

Before I left, he said today’s a Good Friday, and also a sad friday (because Jesus died). I replied, it’s okay because He came back!

Uncle chandraPHOTO: Reuel Eugene Tay (Ipad2)

Grace and Blessings, in Disguise

These two weekends beginning last week has just been a little horrible for me. I was just about to take a slow shower and head to church when I received a call to return to camp for duty within two hours. So, instead of the slow, nice shower and a great time in church I should be enjoying, I had to take a quick shower and rush back to camp and go through four days of night duty which totally screw up my biological clock.

So, I missed service last week, and am about to do so again for this week. This is so simply because there are super duper selfish people who choose to take medical leave before their duty, causing others to have to take their place. To be honest, I was fuming mad. If one is genuinely sick, I understand, but to take medical leave simply because they desire not to do their duty is simply detestable, these people.

Dad was nice enough to fetch me from camp. I was complaining to dad about these people and was totally in self-pity really.

Dad encouraged me in Chinese,

“You know that there are such selfish people out there and there will be more of such people of this calibre when you enter the workforce in future. But don’t go down to their level. Don’t be angry over what they have done, because it won’t do you any good. If you look at it from a two-dimensional perspective, you will definitely be boiled down to anger. Try to see things from a three-dimensional perspective. What matters is you know you did not do what these people did and that’s all that matters.

Let this painful experience build you, make you stronger, more resilient, more tougher so that you will be better equipped to take on life’s challenges which will come in the future. One day, when your son goes through a similar predicament during his army days, you can say to him that you went through it before, and if you made it, so can he.

Even I, a lowly educated person can make it, and give our family a comfortable living and even a condo to live in, I am absolutely sure you can do it as well.

When that day comes, you can fetch him from camp, just like how I am fetching you now.”

My dad and I don’t have a lot of common topics. There can sometimes be awkward silence hanging in the air when we two are left alone. But I am totally glad to have that conversation with my dad. I feel so encouraged. Perhaps that’s the reason why God allowed this to happen. Because I can have this opportunity to hear from my dad and to engage in this rare father-son conversation.

Hearing my dad talk about two and three dimensions, I have more edge..! We are four-dimensional beings with the Holy Spirit on our side! Plus, hearing this ‘sign’ about dimensions makes me recognize that this whole event must be planned by God. Sometimes I feel ashamed too. I thought I was mature. Looks like I still have a lot to learn.

Thank You Jesus in any case. Thank You for the grace to go through the horrible moments. Thank You for the blessing of being able to engage in conversation with my father. I know that everything falls into Your plan, and that plan is for my good.
 

FamilyPHOTO: Reuel Eugene Tay – Rare Family Photo (Ipad2)

Psalm 139

May this be the song of my life.

O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attainit.

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall[a] on me,”
Even the night shall be light about me;
12 Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.

13 For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;[b]
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.

17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.

19 Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!
Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.
20 For they speak against You wickedly;
Your enemies take Your name in vain.[c]
21 Do I not hate them, O Lord, who hate You?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
22 I hate them with perfect hatred;
I count them my enemies.

23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
24 And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.

– Psalm 139 (NKJV)

Jesus, Take The Wheel

An old but also my favorite song from Carrie Underwood. I heard this saying from someone recently,“In every other religion, the people seek the god. Christianity is the only religion whereby God seeks His people.”

Psalm 139:18 “… When I am awake, I am still with You”. God is and has always been there by our side, waiting for us to let Him take over. Do we treat God as a spare tyre or do we allow God to take over the steering wheel over our lives? When we come to an end of ourselves, God takes over and His Grace sets in.

Make this your prayer:
Jesus take the wheel, take it from my hands, cause I can’t do this on my own.

She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It’d been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn’t pay attention
she was going way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn’t even have time to cry
She was so scared
She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can’t do this on my own
I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I’m on
Jesus take the wheel

It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I’m sorry for the way
I’ve been living my life
I know I’ve got to change
So from now on tonight

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can’t do this on my own
I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I’m on
Jesus take the wheel

Oh I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I’m on
From this road I’m on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh take it take it from me
Oh