Drawing a Line and Stepping out

One of the things I've noticed with Christian blogs nowadays is their discretion in their writings, I think which also is because of the subconscious desire to not pull threads. As the 21st century dawned, these also had become mere works of morals that could be generalized and could be accepted by the "world" as secular and not really deeply "spiritual". With the emerging religions and different denominations, works by "Christians" now tend to play safe, with the vision of uniting the different beliefs in mind, disregarding the matters that kept them apart, and which also happen to be vital. People think that as long as the faith is "similar", nothing could go wrong. Slowly, and dangerously, these "Christians" subconsciously agreed that as long as they have Jesus in their doctrines, the rest didn't matter. The thing is, only Jesus' name was included. His teachings, however, were vague and had been debated for centuries by different sects. How, then, are we able to follow Him if we do not even know what they are?


"Am I to add these posts to the long list of shallow writings?"

This was the question that have been running in my mind since early this afternoon. Turns out, the effect that I had been giving off through these posts were only to encourage the few readers that I have, no matter what faith they have. I had been reminded of how the Christians of the Acts preached with great courage, not minding how the preachings greatly contradicted the audience's former faith. I had been reminded of how they had yelled out to the world that the way to life was not gods made out of stone or wood. I had been reminded of how they never hesitated in talking about Jesus as the only way to heaven, that not even his "earthly mother" is capable of interceding for us.


Why is it so difficult now? Most Christians in this generation try so hard to "please others" or "not hurt others' feelings" by only breaking the truth gently to them and unconsciously prolonging the lie others had faithfully clung to. And as bad as it sounds, I know I'm one of them. I'm one of those who try to sound like a bridge of faiths. I'm one of those who fear the thought of directly rebuking other "Christians". Being in this age, I know I'm not the only one. But I shouldn't remain one, either. We were not called to be phlegmatic Christians who follow as the others please.


More heavy posts to follow, regardless of what my readers and future readers would think. If I please God, it does not matter who I displease. But if I do displease God, it does not matter who I please. I pray that the Lord would indeed use this blog in shedding light to the world.

Going and Seeing

It surely has been a long time since I’ve posted anything on this blog. Sometimes, when I tend to think nobody ever visits this page, my mind and my heart gets in this battle of whether my writing here ever is of any use. My dad used to tell me, one never becomes a writer unless somebody actually reads what he writes. So, am I a writer? I’d like to think that I am. I do. Just recently, during one of my talks with the Lord, a stirring within me has started. A desire. A desire to write; a desire to write for the Lord. Not just a journal. Not just a private blog. But a book that the world is invited to read. Thinking about it, a gap in my being suddenly bridged itself together, and a new path had suddenly appeared in where that dead end used to be. Maybe the Lord has lifted the pillar of cloud, and I am to set out again.

Right at this moment, I feel like a lowly shepherd, tending sheep in the dark of the night, while others are in their happy places, oblivious. I feel like a shepherd, ignoring the cold wisps of wind that always find ways to my skin. I feel like a shepherd, fighting the drowsiness fatigue and coldness had caused. But at the same time, I also feel like the shepherds in the fields of the gospels that were revealed to of God’s most precious gift. The same feeling had also been granted to me. I was a nobody. But I am greatly loved. I have been given the gift of salvation, and of life, although I was a nobody.

“Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” Luke 2:15b

You read it right. One can never see unless he goes. One can never tell unless he sees. This is me, and what I should do. This is what we should do. By the Lord’s grace we are given a path to follow, a single direction. Our paths might look slightly different from each other, and some obstacles might pop up earlier than the others might, but this is the path given to us. And unless we go, we could never see the Lord’s glory and what He has prepared for us. It sounds so easy, I know. And in this material world, it’s such a tight path to go through, it becomes less easy than trying to fight a dozen ninjas, I know.

Go. It seems such a strong word, doesn’t it? Having wobbly steps in the spiritual realm, it even seems scarier to perceive. I think I’ve said this for the nth time already, and people might find it overrated, but because of its truth and validity, I’d have to say it again: With God, our strength is made complete.

Oh, what am I saying. Thing is, our vision right now might be clouded, making it hard for us to see, although the Lord already has laid down in front of us what He wants us to do. It might be fear that is hindering us, or insecurity, or even a busy schedule. These things are too big they eat up too much space in front of us, of course, we’d barely see anything. Go and see. Do not be afraid. Go and see.

I know you think New Year’s resolutions are childish and overrated, but hey, I might just be making one right now for a de-clouding of vision, so, until the next post. :)

XOXO, Aine