Hello! How are you guys. Not very sure if y'all still there. I know mummy has been here. 24/7. She asked me dunno how many times to update my GCYConference experience so here I am. Sadly, my dad only allowed me to go for a day. Went down with Grace. Went home with Grace. At 6 we arrived as we were going for the 7.30 slot. I can tell you that the presence of the Holy Spirit was so powerful and evident.
first, the Japanese delegates performed a song and a dance. It was like WOAH! Men! Then a young pastor shingo (is it?) presented a powerpoint slide show about the Japanese church. He asked as to pray for forgiveness from Asia over their war acts, revival for the Japanese youths, and a the missionary calling. The pastor asked us to pray for Japan. And we prayed. I felt the room so full of energy. Each prayer pulsating, radiating through out and beyond. And we prayed. I was so moved when pastor Kong asked the Chinese to kneel in front of the Japanese when the contrary was expected. And we prayed. And revival came. Revival came and each heart was set free from hatred, from death. I strongly believe so.
subsequently, apostle Kong came to deliver a three-point sermon. I tell you, when pastor Kong spoke, he could've knock you out. But the thing that I caught is how some of us are even afraid or ashamed of our own race/nationality. If that's the case, how can we even serve the nations. Or maybe worse, we are afraid of your religion. Our relationship with God. Ask me, yes, I am guilty of both. Why? Because of fear, wanting acceptance, because of our ego. Racism and prejudices are inevitable in a multi-racial county. It has not been easy for me to live in Singapore. Till now. People will come and give their opinion. So I've tried to smudge my identity. It came with hurt. Then along fear. Then ego. Which accumulated to shame.
but the Word of God spoke. So I must put an end to this and come out naked and transparent without the fear of judgment. Without the need of acceptance. Leaving egoism behind. And I have the affirmation that shame had been stripped away from me when I walked down the altar and nailed it on the cross. I know pain will still come along. With the curse of the cross. Which we are meant to celebrate. It's the price for following Jesus. This is the divine exchange. He suffered more than any of us. And would you dare to say you feel pain?
On the way home. My dear most comical auntie M-I-R-A-B-E-L blessed me with freedom from fear. (She's very competent in her drawing skills too. Wow!) I've realized that we are afraid of judgment from other's and we are always seeking for acceptance. But see, the only righteous judgment comes from God and so does acceptance. If we depend on worldly praise and opinions, there's a probability that we'll just get disappointed and these worldly praises are not even everlasting. They wither. But to the Lord, we are always precious in His eyes. Like a $50 note, no matter how dirty or crumpled it is, it's value is still the same. No matter how sinful we may be and regarless of our appearance and status, God still loves us. So where else must we take shelter?
