the call

it's getting clearer.
This is my last week in Thailand. God has been really good. Just before we left Ubon, we visited a juvenile home and did ministry there. I was mc-ing that event and we weren't sure about many things. Whether we could play football with them, whether we could pray for them, even if we could give an altar call. We did anyway, and one boy stood up to receive Jesus!! It's was great!!

In our 3rd city here in Chon Buri, we were at a small slum, inside a dusty home with creaky floor, the planks threatening to give way. Some of us were doing simple craft work with the kids and when we got on to the van, we found out that 4 ladies in that meeting gave their lives to Jesus! This slum area has no Christians at all and that creaky house was on its way to become the first house church in that area. PTL!!!


Seeing children sing and praise God in their own language always does something to me.
It clarifies my purpose and existence.
the nations will bow and worship
That is not my preference but something that will happen one day.
Whether we like it or not.
I like it.
and i can see myself going at this.

Here at The Life Centre, God's been using the pioneering missionaries (Team 2000) to speak to me. I felt God had been quiet for a while and then one morning when Team 2000 shared their testimonies, i just felt phrases jumping out at me

"...people in exchange for your life."

"...you were built for this!"

"...give me 50 years"

"...what is the value of your life?"

"How do you want your kids to see you?"

My heart was racing, pounding away as i heard stories of HIV kids being healed, and Buddist nannies turning to Christ one after another because they saw the healing. And i tried to hide the tear in my eye when the missionary who allowed God to move her to embrace these HIV babies, broke down and her voice cracked as she recounted how the doctors told her she had struck the lottery, twice. 2 babies were healed!

Seeing the missionary cry was one thing. Seeing her daughter sitting right next to her as she testified, playing football, basketball, hip hop dancing with the HIV boys was another thing.

How do we teach children values?
I wondered helplessly as the Civics and Moral Education Coordinator when i was teaching.
I don't know for the rest, but i think i found my answer.



i saw Ps Sang craddling his daughter in his arms as he translated the gospel for us in the university.

i saw Gaan playing the keyboard alongside his dad in the worship service

i saw Bryan and Sheri playing soccer(11 a side) together with their son and daughter, shouting out, encouraging and urging little barefooted thai boys on.

I saw Sierra looking at her daddy as he break danced on the floor in front of the youths.

How do you want your kids to see you?

At the end of all our strivings and ventures, what is the value of your life?
What will you have accomplished?



i believe that a life yielded to the Father's will will see multiplication
A life invested into the lives of others who have not known grace might fall and die
but will surely bear fruit and multiply.

I felt the call again. I heard it again and it tugged at my heart. At that moment, i asked myself."What is going on in me?"
Something that rages so deep inside must be the deep calling out.
and it's call is growing stronger, and clearer