Today received a secondary school friend's call about a fellow secondary school friend's mum who met with an accident and passed away. There was one point in time that I would very much want nothing to do with them anymore due to their corruptness in thinking and actions, but inside me there's this really really loud voice asking me to go and give comfort. That voice was so overwhelming that I agreed to go for the wake on Sunday.
I hung my phone with a heavy heart. Seriously, I do not want to go. After the conversation, I told my student that my God really likes to test me. Although the time wasn't fixed, I'm determined to place Jesus as my role model and comfort; even though there's nothing much I can do. Man can say all things, but I'll still stick to my Lord's plan.
Come to think of it, I think God is really really merciful to my parents. I'm really thankful that He's been protecting them and knowing my heart's desire to witness them and my grandparents, He kept them safe. Are there any days whereby I fear that they may leave this world and proceed to the eternal fire world? Of course! I fear for all who don't believe Christ.
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