living... and dying... for Jesus

I really like the hymn "Living for Jesus". It's a nice one (and also probably because it suits my vocal) and I've chosen it many times before when I lead worship. Come to think of it, living for Jesus has not been easy at all. I have had problems living up to the lyrics of the hymn, especially the part that says "Striving to please Him in all that I do". It is not easy to please the Lord, you know (He is kinda hard to please...). And in ALL that I do? I surely dare not say that out loud, for I know that some of my actions are not even fit to be seen by the Lord, let alone to please Him. But anyhow, I am trying. And then there's the part that says "My life I give, henceforth to live, O Christ, for Thee alone". "What?! I have my own life to live, my own dreams and goals to pursue. How do I give it all to Him and... just let go like that?" Well, I have come to terms with that, and I have realised that no one has a better plan for my life than God does. So, there...

Well, if you think that living for Jesus is hard, (having to live according to His will, give up your plans for His superior ones etc.) think twice! Dying for Him is even harder. The recent news of the South Koreans who are being held in hostage even as I am publishing this post right now sure saddens me. I was watching the news just now and saw how the mother of one of the victims broke down at the news of her son's death. It broke my heart too, and brought tears to my eyes. If you and I think that living for Jesus is so hard and demands so much of us, how about dying for Him? I can't even imagine being in the position of the hostages.

It really takes so much to live for Jesus and to die for Him. Such news is nothing new. There had been missionaries who were killed by cannibals for preaching the gospel, apostles who were persecuted for preaching the good news of Jesus' resurrection and so on. But I thought those were great stories of great people of God with great faith. One thing that surprises me is the fact that this is still taking place in the 21st century. It reminds me that these persecutions are real and recent. They are not just stories we hear of great people who died for the Lord. It is real and it is happening today.

One thing is for sure, though: Everything that God has planned, He will work it for the good of those who love Him. That is God's promise to us. You may ask,"What good comes from the execution of this Korean mission team?". While you and I may not understand why this happens, but I'm confident that God can use it for His glory. Of course, it is easy for me to say this right now. After all, I am not the one whose being held hostage. True... and I guess I'll never know what it feels like to be face-to-face with death for Christ's sake (at least not now). I will never understand what the hostages are feeling right this moment. Are they doubting God or are they holding on and standing firm in their faith? If I were put in their position, I don't even know if I'll last for a day.

However, there's one thing I've come to realise and I know I must accept. Living for Jesus is not easy. In fact, it has never been. But if I have made the decision to live for Him, I must also be prepared to die for Him. It comes in a package, whether I like it or not. It is not a choice when it comes to dying for Him. It is the price that comes with living for Christ. It's attached to the initial deal. This is not easy... Well, no one ever said that it will be.

P.S: Help to plead for the release of the Korean hostages by signing the petition here.

Red Alert

"Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to your brother; then come and offer your gift."
Matthew 5:23-24

Last Friday was Dad's birthday. I planned to surprise him by turning up at his office with a cake and candles and make all the other colleagues jealous of him. Upon reaching his office, I knew my plan had to be terminated as Dad's day was spoilt by the inconsiderate actions of one person and I knew it was not a time for any celebration of any sort, as it would not make up his day. So I just gave him the cake and left. I was very upset and angry, and I kept asking asking why must I bear the consequences of someone else's mistake. Above all, I was mad at the person for spoiling my day and my plans and I vow to never forgive him. I kinda succeeded in doing so at first by starting a cold war. But as all wars do nothing but damages, it didn't make me feel any better. Instead, I realised that it was actually very hard to be mad at someone for a long time, especially someone who is close.

Yesterday was youth Sunday and I co-led worship with Jonathan. I didn't feel peace and pleasure in my heart and this bothered me a lot. This should not be the heart of worship. In fact, the unrest in my heart had prevented me from truly worshipping in spirit and in truth. I sang off key, missed the cue during intro and missed some hand signals; I was just absent-minded and troubled. Worst of all, deep within me, I knew the reason why, but pride prevented from doing anything about it.

Praise and worship came and went. I tried to hide my feelings by keeping myself occupied. Then, it was sermon time. My mind was still somewhere else when I heard it: "Matthew 5:23-24"! It was as though the verses were read out to me alone. I knew God was trying to tell me something. That was a red alert!

I was worshipping physically, or at least I was trying very hard to, or I was pretending to. I can fool the whole world, but I can't fool God even with the best disguise. He sees more than the physical worship-- He looks into my heart (is that scary or what?). When I come before Him in worship, He expects me to settle all my disputes, so that I can worship in spirit and in truth and focus on Him and Him alone. He doesn't want some bogus worship, as though I was in the theater, playing the part I'm supposed to play.

I knew that all along. Matthew 5:23-24 is nothing new to me. The red alert was there all along, but being submerged in my own anger, it was camouflaged. I couldn't see it then. As my conscience stirred me up and dissolved some of the anger, the "red alert" became apparent. God was trying to get my attention and get me to listen to His voice, for I had indeed been deafened by my own voice of anger.

Looking back at things, I realised that it had been out of self-pleasure and selfishness that I had reacted as I did. It did not glorify my character, it did not make anyone any happier, and of course, it did not glorify God. It is good that the alert came early before anything gets any worse. But I have learned my lesson: Settle any unresolved business and come before God with a peaceful heart, for He looks deep into it and I certainly do not want Him to see anything that is unworthy for a Holy God.

On Death

Literature class can be so bleak and depressing at times. I still remember the first day I stepped into Literature class. We started with John Keats' poems, as it was the syllabus for the first unit. The first few poems that we did were predominantly about death (or at least suggest elements to that effect). The atmosphere in the class was not much of an encouragement, as it was just as bleak. Now I am in my third semester and the first Literature class I had was also on a couple of poems, all of which the subject matters were death. This indeed can be so depressing. I feel like crying out, "What's with death? Is there nothing left to be talked about?!"

It is interesting to note people's preoccupation with death. Especially in Literature class, my notice is inevitably drawn to this preoccupation. Writers and poets deem it worthy to dedicate pages and pages of manuscript to this subject. Of course, the media has no less a role in highlighting this. Everyday news about deaths filled the paper. Sudden and cruel deaths turn the heads of many and these become sensational news to journalists. One fine example is the murder of young Ying Ying. What is so fascinating about 'DEATH'?

Death is a subject that frequently haunts the human mind. It is probably because what lies beyond death in an unknown. The mysteries that surround the word 'afterlife' becomes a ghost that haunts many. However, afterlife is not exactly an unknown as such. The Bible has said that, when you place your trust in Jesus and accept HIM as your personal Lord and saviour, your eternity is secured. John 17:3 says this: "Now this is eternal life: that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom You have sent." Hence, if we hold on to this promise, we will know that our eternity is secured, and that we will be spending it with God in paradise.

"Well then," you may ask, "why is it that many Christians are just as afraid to confront death?" I do not speak for everyone, but I believe that one of the reasons is because death puts an end to everything we have on earth; everything that we have worked so hard to achieve and to retain. Death is like a monster lurking in the dark, ever ready to pounce on its victim without any sign of warning, and very often, at a moment we least expect it to. All of a sudden, we find ourselves being uprooted from our comfort zone, uprooted from a place we call home, taken away from the people we call family. All that we had worked so hard to achieve suddenly becomes nothing more than the past. And above all, it does not give us time to finish up all that we had put off, and it does not give us time to mend the mistakes we made. It is scary...... very scary indeed!

I have personally come face-to-face with death before (or at least so I thought). I remember there was once when I suddenly had trouble breathing and felt that air was being drained out of my lungs. I was afraid. Very afraid. I thought I was going to die. Surprisingly, I did not fear for what lies after death (probably because of the sweet assurance that I will finally be seeing HIM), but all that ran through my mind were the things that I wanted to do but never got to doing it. What about all the plans I have for my seemingly bright future? What about my family? What the memories they have of me are going to be like? It was frightening indeed! Very frightening......

Death often becomes a dread because of its sudden nature. We are left with regrets, thinking about the things that we should have done, but never did. We hope to have just one more day, one more hour, one more minute, or just one more second will be sufficient. However, death waits for no man. It comes as and when it likes and there will be no retaliation on the part of its victims-- us. And we tremble helplessly in the presence of death.

There is nothing we can do to prevent death, nor can we delay its arrival (like how Air Asia delay the flights!), but there is one thing we can certainly do: Live everyday as though it is your last. Live your live without any regrets! Then death will not be a ghost nor will it be a dread. It will be a sweet trip of returning to your heavenly Father in paradise, and we will be ready when it comes. Finally, a word for a y'all: Carpe diem!

P.S.: Check out this song: "Live like you were dying" by Tim McGraw. It's one of my favourites!

A congenital religion?

The 40-day prayer and fasting programme had just started this Sunday. The launching of the programme was held at my church on Saturday. During the launching, some video clips were shown, regarding the 'freedom of religion' in our country. There was a woman who was held by the religious authority for not complying to certain rules of the religion and another video showed a woman who had converted to another religion being prevented to change the status of her religion in her identification card.

As Malaysia is celebrating her Golden Jubilee this year, there are a lot of things we Malaysian can truly thank God for: the peace we are enjoying, being spared from severe natural disasters, and above all, the freedom to profess and practise our religion and the freedom to gather in the name of Jesus. All these, of all things, I choose to attribute to the fact that god has not been taken out of the political scene. We still have an official religion, Islam, which still plays a crucial role in the government of the country. It is still, to a certain extent, the core of our government and our society.

For a country to have an official religion is a good thing, whatever the religion may be. I believe that all religions preach love, kindness, goodness, and all the positive qualities that come to mind. No religion ever preaches cruelty and hatred. Having religion as the core of the government and the society helps to uphold moral standards in the country. I am glad that abortion has not been made legal because the Islam religion condemns the practice. However, there is a certain limit to the role of a religion in a country.

As all good things, when taken excessively, become a bad thing, so is the role of religion. When it is fine for a country to have an official religion, I do not believe that the religion of any individual should be regulated by law or defined by the constitution. As in many cases, a religion has been so ingrained into the lifestyle of a certain group of people that the practices of the religion are adopted as part of the culture of the race. Often a race is equated to the religion, so much so that one is said to be born into the religion.

Religion is not something to be enforced by law: it is a matter of the heart. Just as love for a person cannot be enforced by the law, so is one's religion. Practising one's faith should originate from the faith and love one has for the beliefs he dearly holds on to, instead of out of fear for the law. I have met a friend of mine of a certain faith who gives excuses to escape practising the rituals her religion imposed on her. She professes to be of a certain religion, merely because she was 'born into it' and hence, she was left with no other choices. Failure to comply to the rules of the religion will cause her to come under fire of the religious authorities.

It brings us, then, to ask ourselves this question: Is this true faith? If profession of a faith does not originate from true belief, but merely because one was perceived to be born into it, so what if your identity card says Islam/ Christianity/ Buddhism/ Hinduism? Just as being born in a garage does not make you a car, so there is no such thing as a congenital religion. Whatever the law may say, true profession of a faith comes from deep within and nothing can change that fact.

In stiches

Finally, the 'living skills' I learned in Kemahiran Hidup classes in school came in handy! (I had always been asking why do I have to learn to cook and sew, and do electronic and plumbing works...). I made a hole in one of my casual short pants (not intentionally, mind you) and was forced to patch it up before the hole gets larger. Usually such works are left to my Mum, but God knows why I suddenly decided to do it myself.

As I was sewing (manually!), I commended myself for being so clever. Once in a while, I stopped to admire my sewing (not that it's very brilliant). It took me about 15 minutes to finish the sewing (phew!). Then I took one final look at my 'masterpiece', but it looked kinda weird. The stitches are nice (tq!), but it somehow looked weird.

The next day I told Mum about it and she asked if I turned the pants inside out before sewing it, and I went, "Oh, no wonder it looked so weird!" and we were both left in stitches! So much for being 'clever'......

@grace in theater

There's been some pretty 'serious' stuff in my blog the past few days. Guess it's a kinda deep. Well, let's get back in touch with daily life.

Last week, I went to Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Center (KL Pac) at Sentul West to watch 'Alias Grace' in theater. It's a monologue, where there's only one person playing the whole of the drama. My Dad went with me as no one else in the family enjoys such a thing (not that Dad enjoys it, but He just accompanied me). The show was at 8.30pm, but we left the house at 6.15pm to beat the traffic (sigh... life in KL), yet we were still caught in heavy traffic for one and a half hours. When we were at Sentul, we stopped by to ask for directions.

Upon entering Sentul West, I felt as it we were somehow being teleported to another dimension. Sentul West was like a world by itself with brilliant landscaping and, not forgetting the scene by the beautiful Sentul lake (didn't even know the existence of the lake!); all these contrasting the rundown and drunkard-filled streets of Sentul. So great was the difference!

We managed to reach the destination on time and still had time for dinner (supposingly...). After collecting our tickets, we went to check out the caféteria and, guess what??! There was a set of meal, comprising of a sandwich and a can of soft drinks (not Perriere or d'Esprit, but merely 100 Plus and Coke) priced at RM 10++! It'd be better if they just rob the bank! So we went out to look for food, but the Sentul was just so 'ghetto-like' that we went into a sundry shop and grabbed bread and bottled drinks as it was already 8.15pm. sigh...

The show was not a disappointment at all! I enjoyed it tremendously. Couldn't leaves my eyes from Caroline Lee (the actress). She could memorise the whole script that lasted for like one hour and 45 minutes. The script was equivalent to approximately half of my text book which I took couple of months to finish! I was amazed! Dad, on the other hand, didn't enjoy it quite as much. The only thing he remembered from the show was:

"Needles and pins, needles and pins;
When a man marries, his trouble begins."

That was the only thing he told Mum when we went back home. haha... I started wondering how can my family be so different from myself. We are a family. We are supposed to be as one, but I seemed to be the odd one out. hmm....

Anyway, it was a beautiful experience. Among the things I remember most about the trip are the show itself (of course!) and the amazing landscape around, not forgetting the blind man who was playing the grand piano at the lobby of KL Pac!

According to HARDY...

"A man should be only partially before his time: to be completely to the vanward in aspirations is fatal to fame. Had Philip's [Alexander the Great's father] warlike son been intellectually so far ahead as to have attempted civilization without bloodshed, he would have been twice the godlike hero that he seemed, but nobody would have heard of an Alexander."

- Thomas Hardy, 'The Return of the Native'

According to Thomas Hardy, in his book 'The Return of the Native':

"A well-proportioned mind is... one of which we may safely say that it will never cause its owner to be confined as a madman, tortured as a heretic, or crucified as a blasphemer. Also, on the other hand, that it will never cause him to be applauded as a prophet, revered as a priest, or exalted as a king... [It enables] its possessors to find their way to wealth, to wind up well, to step with dignity off the stage, to die comfortably in their beds, and to get the decent monument which, in many cases, they deserve."

Well, then Jesus must be OUT OF HIS MIND!! Let's look at some analyses:

1. 'never cause its owner to be confined as a madman': When Jesus claimed to be God, some resorted to calling HIM a lunatic.
   

   "I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronising nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us." -C.S. Lewis, 'Mere Christianity'

2. 'never cause its owner to be... tortured as a heretic': Jesus was an 'unorthodox Jew'; HE healed on a Sabbath (Luke 6:6-11), HE allowed HIS disciples to get food on the Sabbath (Luke 6:1-5), HE let an adulteress go without punishing her (John 8:3-11), HE said HE will tear down the temple and build it within 3 days (Matthew 27:40), HE allowed HIMSELF to be touched by prostitute (Luke 7:36-50)... and the list goes on.


3. 'never cause its owner to be... crucified as a blasphemer': Jesus was accused of blasphemy when HE claimed to be GOD (Luke 5:17-26).


4. 'never cause him to be applauded as a prophet': This what Jesus was (and is) perceived to be. Even up till today, the Muslims and the Jews hailed HIM as a great prophet, and HE was a 'prophet without honour' (Mark 6:4).


5. 'never cause him to be... revered as a priest': This is also what Jesus was called-- the Great High Priest (Hebrews 4:14-15).


6. 'never cause him to be... exalted as a king': Jesus is the King of kings (Revelation 17:14) and at HIS crucifixion, HE was given the title 'King of the Jews' (Matthew 27:37).


7. 'enables it possessors to find their way to wealth': I don't think Jesus was a millionaire. He ate at the home of whoever who welcomed HIM (like Mary, Martha, and Zaccheus) (Luke 9:2-5).


8. 'enables its possessors... to wind up well': I don't think being crucified to death at last is considered as 'winding up well', do you?


9. 'enables its possessors... to step with dignity off the stage': Many times Jesus was driven out of the synagogues and towns for the message HE preached (Luke 4:28-30).


10. 'enables its possessors... to die comfortably in their beds': HE died a death that is most cruel throughout the entire Roman history and the history of mankind-- death on a rugged cross.


11. 'enables its possessors... to get the decent monument which, in many cases, they deserve': No one deserves a monument more than Jesus does; one innocent man who died in place of the sinners in the whole world certainly deserves more than a monument. But what HE got was a denial of HIS innocence and HIS resurrection (Luke 23: 22-24, Matthew 28:11-15).

Therefore, from the above analyses, it seems very clear that, according to Thomas Hardy's theory, Jesus must have had a mind that is, in Hardy's words, not 'well-proportioned'. In modern English, it means that Jesus was out of HIS mind to have done all that HE did. It simply means that Jesus must be crazy! Well, I think so too... Who on earth is stupid enough to die for people who don't even know him, and, knowing him, don't even feel, in the least, a single tinge of gratitude for all that he has done? I'd not met any such person, at least, not until I came to know Jesus. It seems to me that there are only two possible explanations for Jesus' absurd behaviour: (1) HE was, as was concluded from Hardy's words, a complete idiot who had lost HIS mind, or; (2) HE held (and still holds) in HIS heart so great a love that it surpasses all human understanding, and this great love of HIS had driven HIM to accept the death on the cross for you and I. What do you think? You gotta decide for yourself and draw your own conclusion...

"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13

"EXTRA-CADEMIC"

Yesterday, I went to college early to attend the morning chapel. After chapel, I had one hour before my first class starts and I went to the library to do my daily devotion (it has become my habit), for early mornings in the library are indeed scenes of tranquility. Thinking it was another day of routine, I was surprised when I heard my name being called. Seeing that it was only Ms Eunice, the librarian and another girl in the library, I thought I must have heard wrongly. But then I heard it again, and I knew I couldn't be wrong the second time. I looked up and saw Ms Eunice looking my way with teary eyes! I got the shock of my life! Well, I have never been one who is good at dealing with stuff like this (I'm really afraid to see people crying!). "Oh, NO!" was my first thought, "Doesn't look too good..." Before I knew it, I was by her side, hearing her pour out her heart about the health problems her father is facing and how she and her family has to cope with it. Then I heard myself offering to pray for her- the first sentence I heard myself said all through the encounter. We prayed and she seemed comforted and I reverted to my routine. Whew!! There goes...

The longer I remain in the college, the lousier I feel about still being in college, and particularly this college-- Methodist College KL. Some of my close friends have graduated and gone on to further studies and I am still stuck here (I probably am one of the oldest students in college...), stuck here with some of the people I don't mind not seeing for the rest of my life. I regret not having entered college earlier, or else I would have graduated by now, and have gone on to university. Instead, I am still here, and I will still be here for at least one year.

As I was sitting and sulking and wondering how different things would have been if I had decided to enter 4 months earlier, a friend burst into the classroom and shared her problems and worries with me (again I went "Oh, NO!"). But again I found myself praying for her and giving her a squeeze on the shoulder (guess I couldn't find anything else better to say and to do). She seemed glad to have someone to hear her out and she left after thanking me. Then I was alone.

Being in college, I realised, is not just about academics and co-curricular activities. It is not just about getting the education and the grades you need to move on to tertiary education. As I had realised, it is a gradual process of growth, where you grow, not merely mentally, physically, and emotionally, but also spiritually. And this is especially true in Methodist College. Many different people have crossed my path in college; some are my mentors, some are my peers with whom I grow, and some are the people to whom I am an encouragement. In this short period of the past 365 days, my faith had grown, my faith had been strengthened, my faith had been challenged. However, in Methodist College, I am often given the support I need to defend my faith and the guidance I need to get back on the right trail after straying away, and I have learned to stand my ground despite the circumstances.

However brilliant a plan I may think I have for myself, I can't help but to admit that HE has a greater plan for me. I can't argue with HIM, for I know that HE sees the big picture and I don't. Therefore, although I believe that I should be somewhere else at this time, I have come to acquiesce that HE has placed me where I am right now for a reason. I may not see the full reason right this moment, but it will be gradually revealed to me someday. Hence as I take every step, it is a step of faith, knowing that HE has a greater plan in store for me. As I have approximately 365 more days to be spent in Methodist College, this will be a period when I will await greater miracles to be done in and through my life.

P.S.: extra= beyond; academic= relating to education;
'EXTRA-CADEMIC'= extra + academic= beyond education

some quotes

I've recently read Mitch Albom's "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" and I immediately fell in love with it! Not because of any intriguing plot, but because of the reality of life that is reflected in the book, though the plot itself is totally fictional. It is indeed an inspiring book! Here are some quotes which I've found to be really beautiful:

1. "All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time."
2. "Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners."
3. "When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished."
4. "You can no more separately one life from another than you can separately a breeze from the wind."
5. "Fairness does not govern life and death."
6. "Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed."
7. "One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole."
8. "Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know."
9. "The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone."
10. "Over the centuries we have seen courage confused with picking up arms, and cowardice confused with laying them down"

"The Five People You Meet in Heaven": Highly recommended!

If I could only turn back time...

How time flies! Yet at times, how it drags on and on... Well, it's just another one the ironies of life. It's been two years now since I graduated from high school, am in my second last semester of college and now I'm in my final year of teenage. How time flies!

I still remember the time when I first heard of the term 'blog' (what a queer word!) and how I wonder why would anyone post their diary on the net for everyone to see. Well, here I am, 'blogging'! Anyway, I don't think I am actually posting my diary on the net for everyone. It's just that, there are so many things that have happened in my life in the recent years. Things that I really wanna share with the people around me, yet we never even have time to greet each other on certain occasions. It is also because there are some views on certain issues which I would like to voice it here (after all, it's the voice of an alien!).

Being in college is a new phase of my life, but it is not as smooth-sailing as i thought it would be. College life is totally foreign to me, and I stepped into it and found myself dazed. As I have said, it didn't actually sail on smoothly. Along the way, I made many stupid decisions, all of which I now regret. One of the reasons, I guess, is because I was not well equipped to stand up to the challenges.

If I could only turn back time, I would have done things differently. If I could only turn back time, I would have undone many of my mistakes and do them all over again. As it is part of life, we never, or seldom, get a second chance to undo the things we've done. Well, come to think of it, what a spoil-sport it would be if we can redo and undo the things we did! We will never bother to get things right the first time round. Just imagine life to be like the movie 23:59, where time keeps turning back for us until we get things right. How boring life would be then! As it is, life if full of excitement, because we get to live it once, onlt but once. "Scarce goods are precious". If we were to live our lives like a video tape, where we can rewind and play it again, it will be life minus the colours, equals life in black and white.

Fortunately for you and I, we are given a chance to do things right the second time round-- not going back to the past to correct the wrongs, but to make the right choices in the future. I truly thank God for His grace, mercy and patience with me, for forgiving me after i mess things up time and again. Along the way, I have also picked up precious lessons that I will treasure for life. Some of them are:

1. Hold on to your principles and never be swayed by emotions.
2. If your heart tells you that something is not right, it probably isn't. Trust your heart! Maybe God is trying to get your attention.
3. (Well, we may not wanna admit this, but let's face it...) Parents are right 99.99% of the time. Listen to them!

As I continue my journey in life, I vow never to repeat the same mistakes again!

"God may not always give us answers, but He always gives us grace"