Dear G,
On this very special weekend, where emotions run high and throats get sore from all the celebration thousands of kilometres away.. I wish I could personally be there for a very special birthday of whom I hold close to my heart. I didnt need a professionally done video or a 10,000 seater stadium or all the pyrotechnics or the loud, booming music to remind myself of how this place became an integral part of my life. All I needed to know was how I came to know you for who you are. How you clothed me in your robes of righteousness when I was dirty as anything. How the doors of your house opened to me when all other doors were shut, even my own.
Eversince day one when I stepped into your house in Jurong West, the miracle building where thousands sowed in tears to build your house. Everyone united physically and spiritually to build a building for your purpose, and your glory to shine throughout the land. I distinctly recall time after time, sowing in tears, be it financially, physically,mentally, for your house and your precious people, nothing can ever compare to what you have done for me and through me so that your name is eventually glorified and lifted high. I remember vividly the dreams and visions you have impressed upon my heart, some yet to come to pass, some already realised, and some in the midst of accomplishing. I reminisce the times where I would come on my knees, prostrate, and allow you to speak into me, where mindsets are renewed, strongholds broken, faith increased, and love poured out. I think of the times as a youth that I would run and do anything radical for you, the crazy times we had as a 100-odd cell group, times where we had 200+ members + friends and we had trouble booking seats for everyone, times where cell group was at a function room and I had so much trouble fighting so many voices with just 2 guitars with moz, times where we were really living in revival.
Till this day, I thank you continually for placing me in a place where I am around people to help me grow, to lead me into breakthrough, to laugh and cry with me, to mould my character and bring out the best in me. I thank you for placing various ones in my life, be it leaders or members or fellow ministry members to shape me. Today I just want to honour the pastors and leaders in that place, for being such an inspiration be it loving you wholeheartedly and loving people fervently, or being there in the marketplace for the marketplace to penetrate the market place, or building a church without walls, or simply just being who they are. Thank you for you, for being who you are, and for a big big love that is immeasurable and incomprehendable that you placed me in a place where I know I can call my home.
Thousands of kilometres away, I am still proud to call this new house my second home, where I sense that a paradigm shift is coming, and you want to do something great in this house. No matter what, I will allow myself to be used by you because really, you mean everything to me just like how I was everything to you when you died on the cross 2000 years ago. To me, you are my ultimate source of motivation and inspiration.
Love, k.
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