If God’s willing by the time you are reading this Santy and I will have been in Jakarta, visiting my mother who suffered a stroke several days ago due to a blocked artery in her brain that caused her blood pressure elevated. By the grace of God her blood pressure has now come down to a normal level. Thank you for your prayers and for giving Santy and me time to visit her. We’ll return home on July 15.
The past couple of months we have weathered storm after storm as some of us had to be temporarily and painfully separated from our loved ones. So much to do and so much to process but your support and prayers have made a big difference in the lives of our brothers and sisters who are grieving. They know that they are not alone; you show up in prayer or in person to let them know that you are there for them. So, thank you for your love and support to them.
Last week we celebrated Father’s Day. For some, it’s a day that we look forward to but for some, it’s a day that we wish we could just skip it. There is nothing to celebrate! The reason is because being a father is intricately connected to our children, and sometimes it is not easy to feel good about us as fathers or about our children. We do not expect much from them and we try to be as reasonable as possible but so far, we have not gotten anywhere. As ordinary men who happen to be fathers, we’re disappointed, but we keep it inside because we don’t want to discourage our children even more.
Parenting is a complex process; as a young father I thought I knew how to raise children based on what I had learned in school. Well, it turned out what happened at home was not as simple as I thought. Raising children is not like raising chicken on a farm; there are a lot of unknown factors. So, here is what we must do: stay with and for them. Don’t walk back; don’t walk away; the Lord is not finished yet.
Pastor Paul
Last week our brother Anyauw was admitted to the hospital. When we visited him, he was still in good spirits and able to chat freely; in fact, that evening he and I still talked over the phone. The following day he was admitted to the ICU where he remained till the day he moved to his heavenly home last Tuesday. Along with Apostle Paul, he could say, “I have fought the good fight; I have finished the race; I have kept the faith” (2 Timothy 4:7). Well-done, well-lived, Nyauw.
For five years Anyauw embattled a rare case of breast cancer. We wouldn’t know if he didn’t tell us because he looked so healthy. It’s all by the grace of God that he could live relatively healthy. It’s also by the grace of God that he could attend his daughter’s wedding and welcome the birth of his grandson. And it’s by the grace of God that his son finished his medical residency just days before hisI am reading a book about Donald Grey Barnhouse (1895-1960), an American pastor, preacher, and writer. One of the things he was famous for was his penetrating insight to the Bible and his ability to apply it to our daily life. Here is one of them: Some of you have just enough Christianity to be miserable in a nightclub, and not enough to be happy in a prayer meeting. I agree with Dr. Barnhouse that it is true in most cases but somehow it is not true in our church. I see that you have much Christianity to be happy in the prayer meeting. You come to prayer meeting excited even though it runs quite long, more than a couple of hours. Thanks to your prayers we, who are ill, can still live healthily; we, who have needs, can share what we have; and we, who’re tired, can be refreshed and refresh others.
Once I met somebody that I used to know but had lost contact with him for a long time. We were in a gathering somewhere, and he sat next to me. Out of the blue, he asked my permission to pray for me, which I, of course, gave. He said he felt moved by the Spirit to pray for me because I was going through something. So, he prayed. And he was right; I was going through something and his prayer for me was God’s way of reassuring me that He knew what happened and that He heard my prayer. Through his prayer, God spoke to me.
Prayer is not only talking to God, but it is also God’s talking to others through our prayer. In God’s chamber, everything is laid bare; there is nothing hidden. That’s why, what’s hidden in my soul was openly known and passed on to this man. We who pray abide in the Spirit’s realm; hence, can be used by God to carry His message to others. It is also in God’s chamber, we, who pray, can ask Our Beloved Savior to touch and heal someone or to reach out and touch someone. It is there in God’s chamber, through and in prayer, we are all connected with each other. In God’s chamber we become one body and spirit. time of departure. Along the way he kept trusting the Lord for each day he lived, giving thanks for His goodness that’s “running after” him, as the song Goodness of God says. Never once did he complain nor express disappointment in God for the sickness he suffered. He was secure in the providence of God, immovable by cancer. Not only did he keep the faith, but he also kept the joy of living till the very end.
Oswald Chambers died at the age of forty-three of complications following an emergency appendectomy while serving as a chaplain to British soldiers in Egypt during World War I. After his death, his wife, Biddy, compiled his sermons and lectures that she took verbatim shorthand notes into a devotional book, My Utmost for His Highest. Here’s something profound from Chambers that perfectly illustrates the life of Anyauw, “We have to learn to abide in Him wherever we are placed.” Wherever means wherever! Sickness is included, poverty is included, loss of our loved ones is included, loss of material possessions is included. In all we learn to abide in Christ. Pastor Paul
Last week our brother Anyauw was admitted to the hospital. When we visited him, he was still in good spirits and able to chat freely; in fact, that evening he and I still talked over the phone. The following day he was admitted to the ICU where he remained till the day he moved to his heavenly home last Tuesday. Along with Apostle Paul, he could say, “I have fought the good fight; I have finished the race; I have kept the faith” (2 Timothy 4:7). Well-done, well-lived, Nyauw.
For five years Anyauw embattled a rare case of breast cancer. We wouldn’t know if he didn’t tell us because he looked so healthy. It’s all by the grace of God that he could live relatively healthy. It’s also by the grace of God that he could attend his daughter’s wedding and welcome the birth of his grandson. And it’s by the grace of God that his son finished his medical residency just days before his time of departure. Along the way he kept trusting the Lord for each day he lived, giving thanks for His goodness that’s “running after” him, as the song Goodness of God says. Never once did he complain nor express disappointment in God for the sickness he suffered. He was secure in the providence of God, immovable by cancer. Not only did he keep the faith, but he also kept the joy of living till the very end.
Oswald Chambers died at the age of forty-three of complications following an emergency appendectomy while serving as a chaplain to British soldiers in Egypt during World War I. After his death, his wife, Biddy, compiled his sermons and lectures that she took verbatim shorthand notes into a devotional book, My Utmost for His Highest. Here’s something profound from Chambers that perfectly illustrates the life of Anyauw, “We have to learn to abide in Him wherever we are placed.” Wherever means wherever! Sickness is included, poverty is included, loss of our loved ones is included, loss of material possessions is included. In all we learn to abide in Christ. Pastor Paul
On Monday, June 1, in the wee morning hour, Jesus Our Lord came to take Aunty Ratna Lim home. Two years have passed since the day she was diagnosed with cancer but by the grace of God, cancer did not stop her from living fully. Even days before she passed, she was still alert and promised to make me choi pan, and a couple of weeks prior, she still came to church. Last Sunday night she went to sleep in her home, on earth, but she did not wake up on earth; she woke up in her new home, in heaven. Till we meet again, Aunty Ratna.
On the day of her passing, I shared with the family Word of the Lord from Psalm 116:15, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.” I call her a saint because I never saw her angry or yell at anyone, and I never heard her speak ill of anyone. She was always positive and upbeat, and she never stopped smiling no matter what happened. She fully trusted in the Lord and rested in His care. She did not worry and if she did, she did not let it rob her of the joy of living. She lived as intended by Jesus Our Lord, “Do not worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow will have its own worries. The troubles we have in a day are enough for one day” (Matthew 6:34). Amen!
In his book, Run with the Horses, Eugene Peterson writes, “There is no human being who is not useful with a part to play in what God is doing.” I know it is not always easy to see our part especially when we are not young anymore and increasingly dependent on others to perform basic tasks. Yes, as grow older, the part we play is getting smaller but by no means is it getting less significant. When we are young, we are like a beam, shoring up a structure; when we are old, we are like a screw, small but make no mistake, it is very important. Take a screw out, the whole structure will crumble. No wonder God does not remove a screw without replacing it first. So, we, who wish to go, must wait patiently; God is still calibrating another screw.Pastor Paul
Pastor Paul
I am now wearing hearing aids. The first time I had them on, I could hear the wind blowing and the birds chirping. I did not know all this was happening around me; I missed so much yet I didn’t even know it. I am glad I listened to Kak Thomas’ advice to get a hold of these aids. I am glad that I now watch television with half of the volume. I used to wonder what happened to my tv, but now I know there is nothing wrong with my tv; it’s my ears! Age is creeping up on me.
The older I get, the more I realize the importance of spending time with the Lord, reading His Word, meditating, and praying. Bishop Fulton Sheen called it, the Holy Hour. I don’t spend the whole hour; I usually spend half an hour early in the morning before I start my day. More than just spending an intimate moment with God, it also is a time of reflection and hearing. It’s more than finding what the Bible says to me; it’s listening to what God says to me through the reading of His Word or sometimes through meditating on His Word. It is in that Holy Hour that I hear Him the clearest.
It is through that Holy Hour that I am trained to hear Him speak to me by means of all that will come my way today. The Holy Hour becomes my spiritual hearing aid through which I can hear more clearly what the Holy Spirit says to me as I face daily challenges. Without the Holy Spirit’s guidance, I will be deaf or distracted by all kinds of noises.
The other day I called to reschedule my doctor’s appointment. The front desk promised to call me back, but she didn’t; so, I called back the following day. To my surprise, she asked for the information I’d given her as if I’d not talked to her and she even repeated the same questions. It’s so frustrating that even though I wasn’t rude to her, she knew I lost my patience. After I hung up, the Holy Spirit asked me to call and apologize; so, I did. I heard Him—softly but clearly.
Pastor Paul
I like the definition of grace given by Dallas Willard, “Grace is God acting in our lives to accomplish what we cannot do on our own.”
Of course, on top of the list is salvation; we cannot save ourselves from sin and get to heaven by our own merit. But in life there is a host of other things that we cannot do, which can only be done by God’s acting on our behalf. Our sister Herwi’s experience of living with cancer is full of those moments. Having been diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer for six years, she’s had moments when she thought it would be her last battle, the last one was a couple of months ago. But God’s grace took over; she is now stronger. Hallelujah!
We may not have experiences as dramatic as surviving cancer, but I am sure we all have had moments when we thought we could not do it anymore or could not go on anymore. Perhaps we have given up on loving someone; we simply had run out of love. Perhaps, we have given up hope that we will ever be in a better place, or that someone will change. These are moments of grace, when God comes in and takes over something we cannot do on our own.
Once on a trip to Russia, Corrie ten Boom brought a suitcase full of Russian Bibles. As she stood in line, she saw how thoroughly the customs officers checked every suitcase, and that made her afraid. She began imagining the worst scenarios: prison or sent back to Holland. So, she prayed over Jeremiah 1:12, “God watches over His Word to perform it.” When she opened her eyes, she saw around her suitcase light beings; she knew that they were angels. When she stood in front of the officer, he asked her, “Is this your suitcase? It is very heavy.” He then said, “Since you are the last one to come through the line, I now have time to help you. If you will follow me, I shall carry it for you out to your taxi.” God’s amazing grace!
Pastor Paul
What is Heaven’s like? The Bible tells us much about Heaven. For one, it is where God is. Isaiah 66:1 declares, “Heaven is My throne, and earth is My footstool.” And Jesus Our Lord teaches His disciples to address God as, “Our Father in Heaven, hallowed be Your name” (Matthew 6:9). Not only Heaven is a place where God is, but it’s also a place where God governs as king; hence, it is called the Kingdom of Heaven. In Gethsemane Jesus rebuked Peter, “Do you think that I cannot appeal to My Father, and He will at once send Me more than twelve legions of angels? (Matthew 26:53). There are many more references to Heaven but suffice to say that Heaven is real.
On Thursday, forty days after Easter, the Resurrection Day, was the Ascension Day, the day when Jesus Our Lord ascended to Heaven. The Book of Acts (1:9-11) tells us what happened on that glorious day, “After He said this, He was taken up before their very eyes, and a cloud hid Him from their sight. They were looking intently up into the sky as He was going, when suddenly two men dressed in white stood beside them. “Men of Galilee,” they said, “why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen Him go into heaven.” We will go to Heaven, but Jesus did not go to Heaven. He returned to Heaven, where He came from.
Now let’s ask, “Where is Heaven?” The answer might surprise you: Farther and closer than we think! In the story of Lazarus and the rich man (Luke 16:19-31), Abraham said to the rich man that there was “a great chasm” between Lazarus, who’s in Heaven and the rich man, who was in hell. So, for those who are already in spiritual hell, Heaven is far, but for those who are already in spiritual Heaven, it’s so close that it only took seconds for Jesus to be in literal Heaven.
Pastor Paul
Motherhood is a calling and a responsibility. It is a calling in the sense it is not earned; it is given unto us. The fact that we have a womb and a husband does not guarantee motherhood. Equally true is that it is a responsibility; we who are called to be mothers must fulfill our obligations to raise our children to adulthood, and to prepare them to face life’s challenges. Like any other roles, we who were nurtured by good and loving mothers are a step ahead of those who were not. We have a model to follow after. Sadly, we, who were not given the same privilege, must struggle to find another model, and along the way, sort the good from the bad.
But God is just. To all whom He calls to be mothers He also gives them the ability to be mothers. Motherhood can be taught, but if we asked our mothers where they learned to be mothers, many would say that they didn’t learn it anywhere; no one taught them; they learned most of it on their own. God has planted the seed in the mothers’ hearts; in the right environment the seed will grow.
I see that in Santy. Yes, she learned about basic mothering skills from her mother in the first five years of parenting. Afterward, she learned it all by herself. The next fourteen years while we were in Indonesia she somehow managed to mother our children well. It was God who planted the mother-seed in her. God called her, so God equipped her. And that is how women become mothers.
No one will dispute the fact that mothering is hard work. So, let me end with words of wisdom from Ruth Graham, “We mothers must take care of the possible and trust God for the impossible.” We do what we can and what we must, and then leave the rest that we can’t do to God. Mothers must trust God for the things they can’t.
Pastor Paul
On Wednesday, April 1, I celebrated my birthday. On Sunday, April 12, God called Heman Elia, my colleague in the Bible school, home. On Thursday, April 16, God called Andreas, Santy’s younger brother, home. On Wednesday, April 22, God called Tante Barbara home and on Friday, May 1, God called Vilma, my aunt in Indonesia, home. It’s true what Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 says, “To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to pluck what is planted.” Amen.
Those who are not of the Kingdom of God might say that it is a curse to lose so many people in a short period of time. We who are of the Kingdom of God say that it’s a blessing to send so many of our loved one home to be with Christ Our Lord. Revelations 14:13 provides us with a clear perspective, “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on. Yes, says the Spirit, that they may rest from their labor, and their work will follow them.” Not cursed, simply blessed!
We do not know when we will come into the world, and we do not know when we will leave this world. Nor do we know how God will take us from this world. What we know is where we will go after we leave this world. That is the reason we do not only see death as losing someone but also as sending someone, because literally we do send someone off. That’s also the reason we do not dwell on the “why” someone dies. Some deaths are harder to deal with because of the timing; to us, they are too young to go. However, in the end, we accept the fact that someone dies in God’s time and in His hand.
So, be sad and mourn, then move on, trusting that God “has made everything beautiful in its time” (Ecclesiastes 3:11). We may not see the beauty of it yet but one day in retrospect from eternity, we will. So, “eat and drink and enjoy the good of our labor—it’s God’s gift.”
Pastor Paul
On Wednesday morning, God called Tante Barbara home. She was getting ready to attend our Wednesday’s Bible Study when she fell and slipped into the presence of Our Beloved Savior. That day, she did not attend the Bible Study at Church; instead, she attended the Bible Study in Heavens, taught by Christ, the Living Word Himself. We are saddened but at the same we are comforted by the fact that she is now among the beloved of God and with her beloved John.
On Monday I still talked to her over the phone. Because she did not come to church, I just wanted to check in with her. She told me that she had begun to lose her balance due to her inability to keep food down. She looked forward to seeing a new doctor on Wednesday which she planned to see after Bible Study. She hoped this doctor might be able to figure out what the problem was with her body. We also talked about her singing with Tante Sophia on Easter Day; I told her that her voice was clear and audible. Little did I know that it was to be her last singing in our church. The next time we hear her sing again is when we get together in Our Father’s Reunion Hall.
Once again, we are reminded not only of the brevity of life but also of how little control we have over life. We make plans but it is God who makes the final decision. Each day is truly a gift, so cherish it, use it wisely, and present it as an offering to Our Heavenly Father. Since she was little, Tante Barbara had known Christ Our Lord. Her family was instrumental in taking her to church and introducing her to Christ Our Savior. Early in life she knew about ministry which in the end helped her be Pastor John’s faithful partner in ministry for decades to come. I was there when Pastor John breathed his last, with his head resting in the loving hands of Tante Barbara. Now I imagine it’s Pastor John’s turn to open his arms and welcome Tante Barbara into God’s Eternal Dwelling. Till we meet again, Tante!
Pastor Paul