Eye to Eye

Let’s extend our hands to them.

I’ve heard about Heidi Baker, but never looked into who she is myself.

I’ve heard about Mother Teresa, so I bought a book; I’ve yet to read it.

I’ve heard and read about Martin Luther King Jr., but I can never experience or taste who he is.

I’ve heard, read, and tasted that the Lord is good.

I had an amazing encounter with Jesus at my church’s retreat during the past 3 days. Appropriately, He was the center of a powerful testimony tonight.

I kept declaring, “Jesus, I am your vessel. Use me” as I was walking with my two musketeers.

After fervent prayer, James was slow to wipe away his tears. Dale cried again, after having cried earlier.

James quickly acts upon the hope and strength that we have in Christ. He emptied out one pocket, and firmly closed $1.75 in his hands. Thinking that James wanted to “pound it” Dale extended his arm, made a fist and “pounded it”. Only then to catch himself off guard. “No, open your hands, I wanted to give you all that I had”.

Dale replied, “What? What do you mean? Why would you do this? I feel guilty. I can’t do this. I mean look at you. You need the money more than I do”.

James cleverly replies, “The Native Americans think it’s rude when people don’t accept their gift” knowing that instead he was responding to God’s calling at that moment.

My heart was quietly saying, “I cannot believe this is happening”.

The homeless man now became moneyless! THIS DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! I could not contain the notion that James just transferred all his wealth to a “potentially” homeless man.

Seconds later, not realizing what was in his other pocket, James wrestled with change. He held out two lifeless quarters on his palm and said, “God will multiply”.

My love surrenders to Jesus’s love. While I conditionally love, Jesus unconditionally desires His children to be restored through God’s community.

Tonight, God’s community started with those who were Christ-filled and ended with those who had child-like faith. The 3 Musketeers can testify that James and Dale just became friends in Christ’s name.

I look forward to them at our church. I praise God for using a sinner like me to witness a Heavenly moment. God’s movement doesn’t stop there. He says, “Pursue the next one in front of you, and maintain your relationship with the last one”.

Jesus, I respect you too much to not listen to your voice. I will do what you say.



My Mom’s Laugh

There is something about making my mother laugh that is so refreshing.

Here’s the context:

She told me that I was recognized as “highly gifted” around 1st or 2nd grade. Having gone to a charter elementary school, I’m sure this was a big thrill for my parents. It’s been a while since I’ve noticed that my potential was there all along.

With any encouragement comes a more positive spirit.

Then my mom says, “You used to be so funny when you were little. I thought you could have been a comedian”. I was silent, just smirking.

She then asks, “How did you end up doing in that class last semester where you thought you did horribly on that final exam. Did you get an A in the class?”

After a pause, I cheerfully said, “B+”. Here was my time to remind my mother that I was still her comedic son.

I said, “An A does not have ‘+’ in front of it. At least my B+ does”.

She started cracking up like the 4th of July. Her laughter was contagious because I started adding my own fireworks to the show.

Life is so simple at times. That just simple joy can come from a stupid or subtle joke.

However, without pain there can be no joy (on Earth). I have been living with my mom for the past two years. Notice that I did not say, “Parents”.

My mom repetitively says, “Son, I know that I fail as a mother. I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you”. Although sometimes it’s hard for me to admit, my mom has done more than enough for me. And when I think on these terms, I can’t help but choking up and saying to myself, “I could have done more for you as your son”.

Although no divorce papers were signed, my parents seem to live in their own contexts without the progressive feeling that their “family” will support them.

I try daily to be enthusiastic and loving through my phone call to my dad. I open up every conversation saying, “HI DADDY!” I want him to know that on the other line, he will always hear his one and only child always optomistic and hopeful for things to come.

I see my mom and dad’s brokenness, and ask God, “Please lay your hand over them. Guide them to your joyous Heaven”. Yet He constantly reminds me that these circumstances could be worse without Jesus overseeing my family. Time and time again, He promises smiles and laughter not only to me, but also to my mom and dad.

Colorful Life.

Seeing that black & white was inadequate, we devised color television.

The era of black and white television corresponds to a time before Jesus. Israel was a chosen nation having to declare their love for God through obedience. Some groups like the Pharisees and Sadducees exploited their obedience to God by making it a legalistic affair.

Yet, even after God gives us the greatest gift to mankind, we tend to look at matters through a black and white perspective. Jesus colored our relationship with Him with a new covenant. When we watch shows on black and white television, it is not as gratifying as watching it on color television.

Therefore, brothers and sisters let’s tarry and enjoy God’s presence through the Bible and the settings where He has put us in. Put forth color into your heart while you delve into His word. Color your school, work and home settings with vibrant love.

If you haven’t experienced fruit in your life then that’s a good indication that Jesus can do more with you. Fruits are always colorful! Never black or white.


What areas of your life are still black and white? Substitute legalism with genuine enjoyment for the Lord. Bring Jesus into those situations and you will experience milk and honey.


As I was worshipping the Lord yesterday, I came across a verse that struck me:

“Take all of me, All of my hope is in you…”

Jesus is not deserving of “most” or “some” of you or me. He gave us an eternal sacrifice; He gave his ALL on the cross.

Here comes the goosebumps: Read the lyrics as if Jesus was saying this to you. He truly has planted ALL his hope in mankind.

There are other songs that use the word “all” or “everything” or even an “undivided heart”.

Worshipping Jesus cannot encompass “most” or “some” of who we are.

He tells us to lay everything at the foot of the cross. Why? So that we can prepare our hearts and worship Him with everything that we have. We should not be distracted because He says, “Let me handle your problems”.

When we lay down 50% of our struggles at the Cross, then the other 50% gives us a divided heart. With a divided heart, we are not fully able to express our love for Him. We essentially keep 50% of it for the Devil to access our hearts.

Let’s not give less and take more from God.


I swear I think stuff was growing in my hair. Good thing my fingernails were short or else I would’ve collected all the evidence.

It’s scary when dandruff wakes you up in the middle of the night. “Scratch me!”

I was not about to ‘whip my hair back and forth’ (Imagine all the gunk flying out).

How did all this happen?

There was no hot water in my apartment for 5 days!

In the midst of my discomfort, Jesus gave me time to think.

I take things for granted all the time. Whether it’s the satisfaction of a hot shower or using electricity, why haven’t I praised Jesus more for these privileges?

Yet, I continue to think that a hot shower is a necessity, not a privilege. WRONG.

Then I started wondering what would happen if one day, Jesus decided not to love us anymore or He decided to undo His resurrection on the Cross.

Not washing my body for a prolonged period is bothersome; however, the thought of not having Jesus anymore is complete death. My hands and feet will not be pierced to the Cross.  If not Christ, who could?

Jesus’s love should not be taken for granted.

This New Year, I pray that I will have more compassion towards those who do not have the simple necessities in life.

New Year, Same Ticket

This is the first New Year where I have a sure ticket to Heaven.

I’m glad that one of my New Year’s resolution is not to be reborn in the Spirit but to continue tarrying with the Lord.

To begin 2011, do you have a ticket to Heaven?
If you do, are you willing to scalp it for the things of this world?
If you don’t, what’s preventing you from meeting our Lord, Jesus Christ?
This ticket has no expiration date, but your earthly soul does.
The world tempts you to search for that Golden Ticket to the Chocolate Factory.

Snap out of the Lottery fantasy!
Especially, you Dad! (He bought $5 worth today).

Different from other tickets, this one has your name on it.
If you don’t believe me, go to Will Call.

Jesus saved you a ticket.