my Father's world

Do you still remember the way kor, me and hong ran into your arms whenever you came home from work? And you would, however tired you were, pick us up, one or two at a time and give us a swing so that we screamed our lungs out. Do you remember, that when I was 11 years old and fell gravely ill, you carried me on your back and ran towards Tan Tock Seng A&E from the car with Ma chasing behind? That night, I found out that you could run fast, and Ma, who always complained whenever she exerted herself slightly, ran as fast as her feet could bring her.

Whenever I should feel displeased about you, this event will appear in my head and the next instant I feel terribly ashamed of having been unhappy with you in the first place. What was I thinking?

If You are love and we love because You first loved us, yet my parents don’t know You, how then do I explain their unconditional love to me? Dear Lord, please show my parents your unbounded love through Your ways so that they may one day come to accept You as their Lord and Savior.

On Sunday while we were practicing hymns for Easter, the lyrics of a song called 神迹 left an impression on me. As the CD played the song and I looked at the lyrics, I recalled the scenes from The Passion of Christ, and asked what I was worth that Jesus had to die for me.

神的儿子被丁十架...这是神的荣耀、智慧、慈爱。仇敌不能拦阻，撒旦不能明白。
担当世人的罪恶，完全战胜死亡，他从死里复活，耶稣得胜君王。

I'm slowly beginning to learn, through discussing Christianity with pre-believers in school, that our faith is entirely tied to the death and resurrection of Christ, and the rest are just details.