WHAT IS Memoirs of a Preacher?

This blog, Memoirs of a Preacher, is not just a journal of my journey and experience after being a full time church worker.

This blog is a reminder that 'preachers' like us are also human and have our own flaws. We are not perfect and we are not superman. We may try to do things out of the ordinary but that is just because of our passion for the work.

Every preacher, just like any other human being in this planet, has his own issue in life. To sum up everything, you and me and all those who serve in the work of the Lord, we are all sinners and we "fall short of the glory of God".

Praise God because we are saved by grace, not of works lest anyone should boast. I cannot boast of myself, and I think no body can.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

My Lowliest Time

21 April 2009

The other day, I have felt my lowliest time.

Presently we have moved to Manila because of a series of unfortunate events we have in Cebu. Yes, we did have wrong investments and decisions there and we are here to start a new life. But starting a new life also means starting from the bottom. We have to live in somebody else’s house and have to deal with everything and anything there.

The other day, we were asked to do some things that a lowly housemaid ‘should’ do…it was the lowliest time of our experience here. Then, yesterday as I was taking a jeepney to Cubao, I saw beggars trying to make a living. Homeless people who are on the streets trying to collect even a peso just to make ends meet. I look at them with those rugged clothes reaching out their hands to people who don’t even care to look at them, asking money for food. I said to myself, “I am in a better position than these people”.

This might have been the same feeling that Jesus Christ had when He have to leave heaven and come to earth in the ‘lowliest’ form. When He said that “I come to do the will of my Father” He also means to say that He accepts everything and every circumstance that His Father may allow to come His way. He could not choose where to be born or to whom he will be born. Maybe if He was given the chance to choose for His convenience, He would have chosen to be born in a king’s family living in a palace and born in a soft, comfortable room. Instead, He was born in a manger in a carpenter’s arms to live the ‘lowliest’ life.

And then, I understood…it doesn’t really matter where you are or what your situation is…what matters most is doing the will of God. In the end, Christ was exalted in the heavens and was given authority over all the earth. In the end, if we are patient enough, God will restore us just like Job. Right now, we do not have a choice but to trust in the will of God for our lives and obey Him.
The answer to our prayers seems so long to be answered, the waiting seems so endless, but as the song says “Because I know He holds the future, then life is worth the living just because He lives”.