Fanning the flame, lifting high your name

The Peter who denies Christ on the fire on Friday night

Will proclaim him with tongues on fire on Sunday Pentecost.

In my heart these days, there has been a fire that can't be tamed. I am not satisfied with the condition of my heart, in the comfort of things, the brokenness around me. I can see it, I can just FEEL sorry about it. But now... What am I gonna do about it?

The yearning of Christ-like character, the seeking of wisdom and understanding, the enlarging of my heart. What am I gonna do about it? Hahaha I need some time ALONE to answer the too many questions in my head, the problem with this I am so caught up with knowing answers, receiving understanding but I do not RESPOND. and stick to being in my own little world in my head. (which scarily I enjoy) So... Sky what are you gonna do about it?

This is not right, this is not fair

Its been awhile since I got discouraged or got disheartened. Big influence circle, platforms and constant sowing. Yet I still see lives being broken, life's void being filled with poison and values being compromised or rejected. I cried out for them, this is not right, this is not fair. The seeds are sowed, why are the soil so hard, fruits so small or none. 

Have I not impart anything to them? Am I just another nice man? Have I just become a pious man and just that. I grieved, I can take the  discouragement and  labels.

Evil... Sin... Have u ever wonder why a loving God hates it so much? How can it be the same God who died for us, hates. Because simply, it leads to self-destruction. He loves us too much to let us dwell in it longer. It destroys, it ruins, it demolishes life to death. As I pour out my heart, to feel his touch. His voice. "One by One"... One by One...

Is my love for them not strong enough, hope for them not high enough, faith in them not firm enough? NO! For even a faith as small as a mustard seed moves mountains, I want to save the world, but like Jesus I have to start with one and than to another. It is not Finished. I don't need to see it to believe it. I don't need to see to believe it

When the grace limits

Dear Sky,

I am writing in response to this morning's request for forgiveness. I'm sorry to inform you that you have reached your quota of sins. Our records shows that since employing our services, you have erred XXXXX in the area of lust, hatred, greed. Your prayer life is substandard when compared to others of like age and circumstance.

Further review reveals tat your understanding of doctrine is in the lower 20 percentile and you have excessive tendencies to stumble and fall. Because of your sins you are a high risk candidate for heaven. You understand that grace has limits. Jesus sends his regrets and kindest regards and hopes that you will find some other form of coverage.

If grace had limits. If He doesn't dismiss or assume our sin. If his grace wasn't sufficient. This letter is for me. The Peter who denies Christ at tonight's fire  may proclaim him with fire at tomorrow's Pentecost. The power... of grace...

Mark 2

Some men came, bringing to him a paralytic, carried by four of them. Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus and after digging through it, lowered the mat the paralyzed man was lying on.

This was the verse that fueled my season of work in Deloitte. These 4 men has something that I want. They possess and act on an irrational commitment to the well-being of a friend. The mat represents brokenness. I believe this was one of the moments, as when Jesus look up to the hold they met, the sweat and grime over their face. This is humanity in its finest moments. 

Bringing my friends to feel the touch of Jesus. Committing to going the extra mile to show love and concern. 

A lot things have been happening, and this is one of them. I am proud of my juniors which has a newly-formed team of 40 people on paper and 20 regulars coming to train. The team has never gone so big and I am encouraged. This is the legacy I have left behind. Talking to the newly appointed President, his struggles with pressure and expectations are so real and able to relate. We have achieved many, perhaps even too much. To see this legacy to be greater than the last not just on achievements but on character has been my desire.