Charismatic

The dear lady student I prayed for last week came for her lesson yesterday. I didn't really want to ask her how she was, just wanted to observe and see if she was better.  She seemed less croaky and much more vibrant. But I went on with the lesson as usual until she brought it up. " Oh. Whatever your laying hands thing must have worked for my throat. Coz I'm much better now. Not 100% yet but definitely recovering. Much more joyful" I laughed and said, "That's great'. I should have said, "Praise God". :) It was a great feeling to know God was healing this woman who had suffered from a throat issue for the past 3-4 weeks that couldn't get better.And God used me to be part of it. Hallelujah. More to come God?I do want to see more.

Ben and his 3 sheep. Good to catch up with the Adelaide  people. Eureka women!  Rach and Nat, words cannot express how much your support has meant to me over the past 6 months - a year. People from alla round Oceania. Hobart, Perth, Sydney and of course, BrizVegas. Ravi and I being nuts! Ah Twinny...always

I did it.  I've been struggling to think of ways to be salt and light at my workplace. Today, I tried. A lovely middle-aged lady who takes lessons from me has been sick for a few weeks from flu, esophagitis etc. Trembling a little, I asked her if she would like to be prayed for. She said she had been raised Anglican, but it was not really part of her life anymore.  I said I was a christian and I would like to pray for her healing.I told her briefly I would pray in the name of Jesus for her healing, and I would place a hand on her shoulder  so that she would not be freaked. So I did, by the grace of God. I said Amen after the prayer, and she did too. Whatever happens now, by faith, God will do his work with whatever seed planted.  It was scary just to do a simple thing like that.But I will keep looking for opportunities. Praise God.  Lord, I just pray that you will show your reality to my student and also that she needs to have a relationship with you. I also pray you will heal her ...

Perversion, Pervert - really strong words. But we accept the perversion of things so easily if they are dressed up in a glossy, attractive way. Especially on TV. I was watching 'Private Practice' while eating my late dinner after work. I like the show.The characters are good looking, the conversation is witty, the stories heart-warming, just like most drama series. However, I could hear the HS just speaking over the conversations. It's been more frequent since I have been alerted to what perversion is. Wikipedia defines perversion as: A concept describing the types of human behaviour that are perceived to be a serious deviation from what is considered normal or orthodox. Although it can refer to varying forms of deviation, it is most often used to describesexual behaviours that are seen as abnormal or excessive. Collins English Dictionary defines it as: 1   any abnormal means of obtaining sexual satisfaction   2   the act of perverting or the state of being perverted   ...

Miss California, Carrie Prejean stated her opinion. It was an opinion. A valid opinion just like any other opinion. This opinion has caused a lot of controversy which has appeared on international news. This opinion has caused a celebrity blogger to lambast her on his website. I was really saddened. How blinded has the world become...Even believers have lost the plot. So called christians [perhaps genuine believers, but very misguided], EG Miley Cyrus 'tweets': "Jesus loves you AND your partner and wants you to know how much he cares! that's like a daddy not loving his lil boy cuz he's gay and that is WRONG and very sad! like i said everyone deserves to be happy (sic)." Plainly, Jesus loves evreyone, gay or straight. Everyone has sinned. But God also asks for repentance. And for justice, mercy, righteousness! To stand for what He defines as truth. I have added a few articles and links that I've found interesting. This one is by April Lorier: ...

Happiness. How does one define it? I remember a few spots of happiness in my life. And it wasn't because there wasn't pain. In fact, when I'm in a happy phase, the pain I go through is intense too. The dealings of God are clearly defined and they are sometimes very difficult to handle. Emotions are purified. Sometimes the deep places are searched out and there is need for repentance or just replacing lies with truth. But it's much better then numbness. It's better than feeling that life is normal and ok, but there is nothing much to look forward to. It's better than just drifting. It's better than feeling burdened by the day to day, no joy to carry you through. I thrive on vision and adventure. Once I lose sight of the vision, it's hard to be happy. To feel alive.To be fully alive means to feel pain and joy in large amounts and to be able to trust God amongst it all. I was sublimely happy in Adelaide, feeling like I was gobbling life up and savouring eve...

I'm listening to 'Cry me a river', sung by Diana Krall. It's one of my favourite songs. The melancholy and the 'aha, take that'-ness of the song speaks volumes to my troubled past. :) The first line was 'Now you say you're lonely, you've cried the whole night through'. I was feeling really lonely yesterday night. It was raining. The train was late. That meant that i would miss my connecting bus home and have o wait for one 20-30 minutes later. I was annoyed. Walking up Queen Street Mall, I saw a homeless man sleeping on the benches. He was grubby. I walked back and forth a few times. Suddenly, I felt a pang of compassion. Lots of pangs. I looked at my watch. I had 10 minutes. I skipped off to Hungry jacks and got a meal and ran back. I knelt down and I woke him up by saying, "Sir". I was feeling apprehensive. Will he be angry? Will he yell at me? Will I look stupid? He got up and rubbed his eyes "I bought some dinner for you. It...

I had a super stressed trip to work. The 120 was late. I took the 125 to GU to catch the intercampus bus to Mt Gravatt. It was too slow. THe intercampus bus had left. Nvm. I waited for the 155 which would take the same route to Mt Gravatt. It was hopelessly late. I ended taking the next 120 backwards again. A wasted half and hour chasing different late busses. URGH! Normally, the 120 is quite reliable. Once in a blue moon it plays up and leaves poor commuters like me stranded. Sigh. I tried to remind myself, this is when I can remember I am not in control of my own life. I might fool myself in thinking I can be independant and control my circumstances, but I can't. Taking public transport, which involves half the ppl in brisbane in my life because some late driver or lagging passenger or bus failure will affect my day, proves that. Likewise, when we do good or bless others, everyone around us is affected, directly or indirectly. When we sin, creation groans under it, directly or in...