Faces of the Enemy

Meditating on Psalm 140.

Deliver me, O Lord, from evil men;
Preserve me from violent men,
2 Who plan evil things in their hearts;

Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;
Preserve me from violent men,
Who have purposed to make my steps stumble. (vv. 1,2,4)

Often in the Psalms, we read David’s cries for deliverance from his enemies. Being king and warrior, he had accumulated enemies, including one who came from his own loins. We read how he fled from them, how he pleaded God to subdue them for him, and punish them. He’s greatly distressed by them.

We may not be kings and warriors in this present age like David had been, but we never run out of enemies ourselves, including and most of all, our own selves. We did become warriors for the Gospel and God’s kingdom. And I believe that’s equally challenging. The enemy of God comes in many different guises to try to tempt us and make our lives miserable. He could be a neighbor, co-worker, or classmate who spreads lies and nasty rumours about us; a disease that makes us suffer; an affair that shatters a marriage and family. (A dear friend of my daughter had to face the “enemy”, being introduced to the woman and baby half-sister who wrenched her dad away from them. She said it was indescribably painful to the point of you just want to become numb. For a 13-year old to face her enemy like that… It’s beyond words).

I believe the hardest enemy to conquer is oneself. When we wrestle against unforgiveness, envy, bitterness, pride, lusts, disappointment, loss of hope. There are countless ways the enemy of our soul can attack us. That’s why like David, we are to watch unto prayer. He trusted in God in every difficult situation. He made God his strength, defense, a mighty fortress. All through his travails, he bathed his cause with zealous prayers ad supplications. We do have an enemy and he comes in tricky guises. The Lord knew this that’s why He warned the disciples:

“Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” (Mat. 26:41)

The Lord in His faithfulness will deliver us from the works of the enemy in our lives. What we need to do is pray unceasingly and with tears that He will crush our enemies: annihilate our diseases, heal our bleeding hearts, lift us up. Let Him take up our cause, fight our battles, defend and hedge us all around. He can and will do all that for us and more.

I know that the Lord will maintain
The cause of the afflicted,
And justice for the poor.
13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks to Your name;
The upright shall dwell in Your presence. (vv. 12,13)

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The Nearness of God

Meditating on Psalm 139.

O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
2 You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
3 You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
4 For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
5 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 attain it. (vv. 1-6)

One of my much-loved psalms is Psalm 139. If one would just put one’s heart deep into it, mulling over every word and plowing through every beautiful line, one would come to know the God who is relentless in the pursuit of those He loves. Psalm 139 is a testimony of the psalmist’s deep faith in the God he served. And for those of us whose faith is ebbing for whatever reason, soaking up the words of this psalm will be a good start in reviving it.

This one thing I realized, that one cannot really experience a deep relationship with God without having known and experienced the depth of his trials. It is in the deep need and “overnight” (that is, through the darkest nights) wrestlings for His blessings that we experience how near God really is. For it is in those times that one relinquishes every grip on control, every ounce of reliance in one’s strength, every single iota of doubt, and surrenders everything to God and simply believes and trusts.

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.

Indeed, it is in the groping in the dark that our faith is released and rises up, grappling on that which cannot be seen and believes that God’s light can pierce through any wall, any thick darkness. It is when one begins to really see that yes, “the darkness and the light are  both alike to [Him]”. That He never changes, nothing ever surprises Him, His power is forever unequalled, and He ever lives. And yet, He is there even in the small things. He is there in the good as well as in the bad. There is no place where we can run away from His love. He covers the highest heavens and the deepest oceans.

The apostle Paul had known it centuries ago:

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, 39 nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Rom. 8:38-39)

Friend, are you struggling in the dark, drowning in your own grief, tears, and fears, trying to see God in all of it? I know how to hunger for God in the dark where I couldn’t see anything, in the suffering where there seemed to be no end. I know how the knowledge that He. Is. There. can bring a mountain of comfort and strength. So know now, that yes, He is there. He knows your thoughts and fears, what you’re going through. He’s intimately acquainted with you – your ways, your desires, your pains. Just receive that truth and hold it in your bosom. Be comforted by the words of this psalm. They are true.

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

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In the Potter’s Hands

Meditating on Psalm 138.

I will praise You with my whole heart;
Before the gods I will sing praises to You.
2 I will worship toward Your holy temple,
And praise Your name
For Your lovingkindness and Your truth;
For You have magnified Your word above all Your name.
3 In the day when I cried out, You answered me,
And made me bold with strength in my soul. (vv. 1-3)

Just when I felt I was writing about the things of God mechanically, the Holy Spirit spoke in my heart: Don’t just write words, write for other people’s edification, your own growth, and all for my glory. Don’t just write with your heart of your everyday life, write about My truth with renewed zeal. This is how you can appreciate the gift I gave to you. How you use and whet it really matter to Me. 

I am amazed once again at how the Lord speaks to us when we least expect it. When we feel like there’s something paining us or weighing down on us but we just can’t put our finger on it. He then speaks. He shines His light upon us and guides us. Sometimes, we cannot know it as it comes. But later on, it settles in our souls perfectly. That’s when we know it was His voice speaking to us.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me…

The Lord will perfect that which concerns me;
Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands. (vv. 7, 8)

We should not be troubled then when we feel like we don’t know how to proceed, or when we are not sure if we are even doing things right. He will speak; He will guide. How awesome is His faithfulness!

One night last week as I waited for sleep to come, the Holy Spirit spoke in my heart. It was regarding my daughter Hannah. The Lord reminded me to talk to her about her spiritual growth or lack of it. He let me know that she has not been communing with Him as she ought. As I fully succumbed to sleep, I purposed to talk to her the next morning.

After my morning devotion, I called for her. I talked to her heart-to-heart as usual. I told her about the Lord’s reminder. I also told her the truth that God longs for the love of His children just as much as we long and hunger for Him. We hunger for His love, healing, and His answers to our earnest prayers, but He also longs for us to spend time in His presence. I told Hannah about the Lord’s words on the cross. I thirst. He doesn’t thirst for water. He thirsts for our faithful love.

With intensity in my words and tears welling in my eyes, I reminded her that the Lord knows us by name and He calls us by them. I then proceeded to tell the story of Mary Magdalene, how that the Lord called her name when she was fussing about the body of her Lord being taken away. He simply said, “Mary.” When He wants to call our attention or stop us from doing the things we ought not, He calls out —“Hannah.”

Hannah was intently listening the whole time. We felt the love and presence of the Lord. “The Lord will perfect that which concerns [us].” He will not forsake the work of His hands. Are you a mother needing counselling on how to handle problems in the home? A harried wife and mother perhaps who feels she falls short of the Lord’s expectations of her? Rest in the Lord, dear one. We are surely handled by the deft hands of the Potter. He is the One who expertly moves and molds us as we yield ourselves to Him.

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Sing in Your Babylon

Meditating on Psalm 137.

How shall we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land? (Ps. 137:4)

Psalm 137 is a poignant remembrance of the exile of the inhabitants of Jerusalem to Babylon. The first few times I read this psalm, I ached for the fate of the people of God.  I had tears in my eyes. God was wroth with their repeated, blatant unfaithfulness that He used Babylon as instrument to punish them. So, they were taken captive and brought to a foreign land.

How do we see ourselves between the lines of this psalm in our present lives?

Last night, I started the live webcast of our church’s Friday overnight service with a heavy heart. I felt like I was not near God as I ought to be. I knew that I should be spending more time reading and meditating on the Word (not only in the morning and evening), praying, and praising God (and though I can’t vocalize because of my weak abdomen, I can always listen to praise and let my heart, mind, and soul sing silently). A lot of my time is spent writing and reading books, and although I go through the Scriptures as I write my book or blog, it’s different when you intentionally spend quiet time with the Lord, praising, worshiping, praying, and listening to His voice.

There are things we do that “exile” us from God. This is not of His own doing; I believe He never wants to drive us away. But our choices in everyday can drive us away from His nearness. We get so entangled with the affairs of the world that we get distracted and lose our focus. And when we feel we are not near to God, there is just heaviness. For He is the source of our peace and joy.

I was silently chastising myself as the congregation sang joyful songs. A thought even came to mind that if the Lord came at that very moment, would I be caught up with Him in the clouds and be together with Him for all eternity? Or would I be left behind because of my shortcomings and failures? How does one take hold of eternal life? How does one work out His own salvation with fear and trembling as the apostle Paul urges us in Philippians 2:12?

Not that we do not know, really. For we have been taught over and over again. But what I mean is — going through the motions of attending church, reading the Bible, praying, does not assure us of salvation because these things are not done with our whole beings. And, they should draw us ever nearer to God. If we can’t feel His presence there, if we feel empty, there is something wrong. For our faith must always be expressed through love (Gal. 5:6).  It’s our fellowship with the Spirit of God that affirms we are the children of God and heirs of eternal life.

The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, 17 and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together. (Rom. 8:16-17)

These thoughts played in my mind as I lamented my shortcomings. It was at this point that the words of the song being sung wound their way to my consciousness: 

He’s still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
‘Cause He’s still workin’ on me!

There’s no need to be too hard on ourselves. The Lord is plenteous in mercy. Let’s not exile ourselves from His presence just because we know we have a lot of shortcomings, failures, and blunders.

Once again, I received God’s mercy and slowly, He drew me to Him, caressing my heart and assuring me of His everlasting love. Silently, my heart sang.

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For His Mercy Endures Forever!

Meditating on Psalm 136.

Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!
For His mercy endures forever.

To Him who alone does great wonders,
For His mercy endures forever. (vv. 1, 4)

Psalm 136’s theme is giving praise to God for His enduring mercy. In every line of praise and remembrance of His works, from top to bottom, is the recurring phrase “For His mercy endures forever!” Beginning from the Creation, to the Israelites’ Exodus, and their arrival in the Promised Land, to God’s faithful providence – God is praised and His mercy remembered. This makes us to stop and consider –  however trying our lives might have been, His mercies are interspersed in all the hard places.

The other night, I was listening to Avalon’s Everything to Me over and over. I had been feeling melancholy, but as I listened to the song, the Lord brought me back towards the end of 2004. I was in my cot at the corner of the chapel in Pampanga Fasting House. We had been there for weeks. Every morning, I was wheeled to that spot in the chapel so I could listen to the morning and evening praise and worship. One afternoon during a lull in praise, when the workers and brethren who were fasting retired to their quarters, I found myself alone in the very quiet chapel. I only heard the birds chirping and the gentle whisperings of the December breeze.

Suddenly, almost 3-year old Hannah came running to my cot, crying. She said she had been hit by a playmate. With all the strength I could muster, I slowly sat up in bed, embraced my wailing baby, raised one arm, and prayed agonizingly. I prayed that the Lord would heal me and lengthen my days so I could take care of my daughter. This was one reason which urged me to go on living despite everything!

Between that scene in the chapel with my daughter and our home now with the addition of my adorable son Tim is God’s ocean of mercy. I, we, had journeyed that far, and all the years in-between, though interwoven with suffering, saw the enduring mercies of God at every turn, every change, every challenge, every hardship. How could have I swam that enormous gulf called life with its constant companions of illness and suffering had it not been the mercy of God that endures?

This brings me to the prophet’s lamentations:

Remember my affliction and roaming,
The wormwood and the gall.
20 My soul still remembers
And sinks within me.
21 This I recall to my mind,
Therefore I have hope.

22 Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
23 They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness. (Lam. 3:19-23)

Everyday, I thank God for His compassions that never fail, how that they are new every morning! That He really loves us and cares for us. That He never really leaves our side nor forsakes us. Praise God for His mercy endures forever!

I share to you Avalon’s Everything to Me, a personal favorite. Listen and let the words come to life and grip you, touch you in all your hurting places and heal you!

But I’ll never be the same
Because he changed my life when He became…

Everything to me
He’s more than a story
more than words on a page of history
He’s the air that I breath
The water I thirst for
And the ground beneath my feet
He’s everything, everything to me.

~ Everything to Me

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The Vanity of Idols

Meditating on Psalm 135.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold,
The work of men’s hands.
16 They have mouths, but they do not speak;
Eyes they have, but they do not see;
17 They have ears, but they do not hear;
Nor is there any breath in their mouths.
18 Those who make them are like them;
So is everyone who trusts in them. (Ps. 135:15-18)

The psalmist lamented about the worship of idols of the nations surrounding Israel, but the irony is that, Israel has also adopted it. Their fathers saw the mighty works and wonders that God performed in their midst; Moses taught them to worship only the one true living God, inscribing the commandments on tables of stones so they and the generations to come would not forget. Yet, the generation that came after soon turned aside from Moses’ teachings and followed after strange gods and served them.

I could utter the same lamentation for our country. The Philippines was colonized by Spain for more than 3oo years. The Spaniards’ arrival was described by Carlos P. Romulo’s I Am a Filipino, “…and my sire was the West that came thundering across the seas with the Cross and Sword and the Machine.” Tears pool in my eyes as I am brought back to 4th grade when our class and that of the 5th grade recited this in a program, an important celebration of sorts. This line has stayed with me all these years. When I came to serve the one true living God, I knew why.

The Spaniards brought their religion to us together with the worship of all their graven images . The Filipinos have embraced it ever since.

Most Filipino households have altars where they set up the graven images made of wood or stone. When I was a kid, my grandparents’ house had a built-in altar in the living room full of statues of different sizes and costumes. Every time I passed by the place, I turned my face the other way. Those images spooked me!

Until now, the adoration of images pervades the country. One can find them in public transport, parks, streets, etc. People offer sampaguita garlands to them. They adorn them with bright-clored fabrics and dust them regularly. When I was a kid, everyday during the whole month of May, we offered flowers to the image of Mary enshrined in the church. We would bow down our heads and pray before it. We knelt before the image of Mary! (How truly lamentable!).

During Lent, an image of the infant Jesus would be placed on the altar and the devotees would form a long line to bow before the stone baby and kiss it. I was one of the many who thronged that cold, unmoving baby made of stone. How crazy was that! Before someone would violently  react, I would like to remind you of this commandment:

am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.

3 “You shall have no other gods before Me.

4 “You shall not make for yourself a carved image—any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; 5 you shall not bow down to them nor serve them. For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God… (Ex. 20:2-5)

God lives forever! He speaks, He moves, He is mighty and powerful! He saves and delivers!

During calamities, the people carry their images to safety. The images of wood and stone cannot walk and save them, for how can they seeing they are non-living things! But the people cannot see that!

 But even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, 4 whose minds the god [Satan] of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them. (2 Cor. 4:3-4, annotation mine)

The Philippines’ national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal, died for the country’s freedom. The country has gained its independence from the Spaniards, but it has remained in bondage to their religion. The parting line of Carlos P. Romulo’s I Am a Filipino still rings true today:

“I am a Filipino born of freedom and I shall not rest until freedom shall have been added unto my inheritance – for myself and my children’s children – forever.”

Amen. We will not rest until true freedom has been obtained through Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.

Your name, O Lord, endures forever,
Your fame, O Lord, throughout all generations.
14 For the Lord will judge His people,
And He will have compassion on His servants. (Ps. 135:13-14)

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Bless the Lord! {With My Testimony}

Meditating on Psalm 134.

Behold, bless the Lord,
All you servants of the Lord,
Who by night stand in the house of the Lord!
2 Lift up your hands in the sanctuary,
And bless the Lord.

3 The Lord who made heaven and earth
Bless you from Zion!

The effective antidote for disappointment, discouragement, and even discontent is to remember the goodness of the Lord; to count His blessings and name them one by one. Sometimes this is hard to do, especially to those who do not want to humble down and leave that place of brooding. We can choose to either grouse or give thanks. The former brings a fleeting and false relief, but after it has vented out, we realize it doesn’t really improve our situation. The latter honors God and ushers in a blessing. Although we may not see it yet, but we can feel the prompt effect by our having a peaceful heart and mind.

The best way to conquer the negative feelings that try to trample us is to choose to bless the Lord. Bless Him in the battle as well as in the victory.

How many of you, if there is any at all, thank the Lord everyday for being able to shower, bathe, or shampoo? These tasks are so mundane most people will not give them a second thought. But for me, they are not ordinary, easy tasks, and being able to do them means a lot.

In 2010, another bout of my illness attacked me. It was more severe to the point of death. For months my oesophagus couldn’t receive food and my stomach was too weak it almost didn’t function. I only ate soft rice with beef broth. I became skin-and-bones. I was very weak I couldn’t bathe even with assistance. When my skin became itchy, I sponge-bathed it with hot water and alcohol. Washing my hair was out of the question. I couldn’t sit long, and when I lay down with my head protruding at the edge of the bed so someone could wash my long hair, I couldn’t breathe well. Scrubbing my scalp, even done by someone, would exhaust me and make me feel dizzy. So, for half a year, my hair was not washed. It became so tangled from the dust and sweat that it clumped up at the back of my head like a huge basket. My husband and the kids joked that I should not be seen by the birds, otherwise, they might make their nest on my head.

Those were the times that lightness and laughter attempted to assuage all our sadness and fears. My husband offered 2-meal fasting for over 80 days while continuing to work in the office. He, too, became emaciated. Preachers and prayer warriors from our Church came to pray over me and lay their hands on me. Gradually towards the end of the year, I recovered and regained some strength.

For the fist time in six months, my hair was washed. But it would take many washes before the basket-like clump was totally untangled. Last year, we remodelled our master’s bathroom. We made it easily accessible for my wheelchair and walker. When the renovations were completed, I began to use it to bathe and wash my hair with the assistance of my husband. That is a tremendous blessing to me! I thank Him everyday for it.

One can either question God for the suffering in the first place or bless Him for His enduring mercy and unfailing love. I will always choose the latter.

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Unity in Brotherly Love

Meditating on Psalm 133.

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is
For brethren to dwell together in unity! (Ps. 133:1)

When I became a born-again Christian and began to serve the Lord in Jesus Miracle Crusade International Ministry, my experience of religion changed dramatically. Though I grew up going to church (Catholic), I was used to living in a hypocritical environment. Then I became an adult and a hypocrite myself: “having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof… lover of oneself, lover of money, boaster, proud… disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving… without self-control…lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God… always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth” (see 2 Tim. 3: 1-7).

But in the congregation of the saints of the Lord Jesus Christ, it is entirely different. Everyone walks (or does his/her best to walk by the grace of God) in the Holy Spirit, praying and working to know and follow the will of God. And dwelling in unity bound by love. Brothers and sisters as one body in one Spirit with one hope.

Years ago while we were on our way to our first crusade in the province, we passed by an outreach of our church which was along the way. We attended the mid-week service there. It was our first visit to the outreach. After the service, one of the workers who managed the outreach, a sister in Christ,  approached us, took my hands in both of hers, and implored us to stay the night and have supper with them. Dusk was gathering and they couldn’t imagine us continuing on our trip. But I assured her gently that we would be fine and would be spending the night in a hotel nearer our destination. I knew they had a lot of work to do and I didn’t want us to be a burden to them, but I saw in her eyes the sincerity of their love for the brethren.

In another crusade in another province, the preacher and his family assigned in the outreach there arranged for our lodging: a spacious guesthouse surrounded by trees and yonder were mountains which brought fresh breeze that invigorated us. A day after the last day of crusade, a Monday, we were packing our luggage in haste and hauling them into our van. My husband Felix needed to attend a staff meeting in our company. When we were about to settle in our seats, the preacher and his family arrived with pots and dishes full of home cooked, delicious food. They prepared a modest feast for us before we went home!

When we attempted to explain that we needed to be on our way, their faces fell. It was then that I heard the gentle whisper of the Holy Spirit, “Stay and eat what they have prepared. The staff meeting in the office is not that important. Love and fellowship with the beloved brethren are what matters more at this moment.” We all alighted from the van and went inside the guesthouse again. I took the hand of the beloved preacher’s wife and smiled warmly, silently assuring her that we so appreciate their care for us. Other workers and choir members joined us in the breezy balcony as we enjoyed the sumptuous lunch they lovingly prepared. We shared testimonies and stories of God’s love and mercy. We talked and laughed and rejoiced in the Lord, the staff meeting completely forgotten.

 A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. 35 By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.” (John 13:34-35)

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Speak the Truth in Love {An Apologetics Post}

Meditating on Psalm 132.

Lord, remember David
And all his afflictions;
2 How he swore to the Lord,
And vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob:
3 “Surely I will not go into the chamber of my house,
Or go up to the comfort of my bed;
4 I will not give sleep to my eyes
Or slumber to my eyelids,
5 Until I find a place for the Lord,
A dwelling place for the Mighty One of Jacob.” (vv. 1-5)

Psalm 132 talks about David’s desire to build a house of the Lord. This dream was realized in the reign of his son, King Solomon. But even during the dedication of the temple, Solomon acknowledged that: “But will God indeed dwell on the earth? Behold, heaven and the heaven of heavens cannot contain You. How much less this temple which I have built!” (1 Kings 8:27)

The temple was dedicated to be a house of prayer. There, Solomon placed the ark of the covenant of the Lord and nothing more. There were no images graven by hands in the likeness of men, women, or “any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth” (Ex. 20:4).

But the Catholic religion built churches and stuffed them with icons and graven images of the Lord Jesus and the early apostles and saints. They enshrine these images, put them in generously-embellished carrozas (floats), and parade them in lavish processions. The devotees offer sacrifices to these bedecked images; they worship them. Even in their homes, they build groves and shrines for Mama Mary. They had made her their god.

This is a timely post because just this week, prior to writing this, I had to heed the call to “speak the truth in love” to a friend. They inaugurated a guesthouse and she showed the photos on FB. I wanted to like the photos but one thing stopped me: in the front yard is a big glass shrine of “Mama Mary” adorned in gold clothing and crown. I searched my heart and listened to the Lord’s guidance on what I must do. I didn’t want to offend my friend by ignoring her post. So I sent her a private message telling her how neat and comfortable their guesthouse looks. But I also needed to tell her about the shrine being a drawback to born-again Christians, then I quoted two verses about the vanity of idols.

God, who made the world and everything in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands. Nor is He worshiped with men’s hands, as though He needed anything, since He gives to all life, breath, and all things. (Acts 17:24-25)

The Bible says that those who are redeemed by the blood of Jesus Christ and born of the Spirit are the temples of the living God. The Lord dwells in their hearts.

And what agreement has the temple of God with idols? For you are the temple of the living God. As God has said: “I will dwell in them And walk among them. I will be their God, And they shall be My people.” (2 Cor. 6:16)

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Prayer for Humility

Meditating on Psalm 131.

My heart is not proud, Lord,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me. (Ps. 131:1)

David was confident to tell the Lord that he was neither proud nor haughty. But I’m afraid I can’t claim the same for myself. For me, it is more of a prayer for true humility to inhabit my heart. And indeed, that is my constant prayer: to live from a place of humility. For the Lord to take away any propensity on my part to be proud and vainglorious. For me, it is a continuous vigilance to live humbly, trying to examine every motive behind every thought, word, and action. For I know that I can easily slip if I let my guard down.

But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content. (v. 2)

David’s words in the second verse ring a bell in my soul. To be calm and quiet even in the face of troubles and problems continues to be a serious study for me. I subject myself to its training everyday. Meditating on this today brought a smile to my lips for it is one of the major elements of the new book I’m writing.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord
both now and forevermore. (v. 3)

Our strivings to live in humility and to be calm and quiet in trying times all boil down to our steadfast faith in God, in putting all our hope and trust in Him.

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