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and we are blinded if we ignore his message. Maybe the challenge God ask me tonight, where have i place the poor? If he wants me to be like him, then it must be … dear in my heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Tonight as we took the bus back, my heart was heavy.<\/p>\n
It’s the so many times that the search for place didn’t bear fruit.<\/p>\n
Again, it’s met with empty hand and futile result….<\/p>\n
And then i look up to see the night sky…and i saw stars (dunno how i could see that in the bus hehe…)<\/p>\n
And I ask God, why is it so difficult to find a place?<\/p>\n
Is there no place for us in this city?<\/p>\n
If the whole world is His, can’t he just open a house for us….there’re so many places that I can see…can’t he just give one for us? Make one available, and end all this search which now…i don’t know where or when to find…<\/p>\n
Then i recalled, that night when Joseph and Mary couldn’t find place for that night…and baby Jesus was born in manger (some even said cave). Doesn’t God have the whole universe in His hands? Can’t He give Jesus somewhere, better place? Can’t Jesus choose a more proper place? Why did he end up with no place?<\/p>\n
There I thought he understands my feeling, and i understand his too. And it’s no coincidence i believe, only Luke recorded the incident. For at the heart of his gospel, God identified with the poor. God who cares and the poor are close in his heart. I can’t explain with words, but that moment…I just sense his tremendous heart string to the poor. His very action of choosing to find no place, when actually he has all places….Why did he do that? It’s like telling all who has eyes and ears….his heart cry, that he chose rather this…than to be elsewhere and away from what’s dear in his heart.<\/p>\n
Once again I regain conviction, indeed the poor are special in God’s sight. Luke is one who captures it and we are blinded if we ignore his message. Maybe the challenge God ask me tonight, where have i place the poor? If he wants me to be like him, then it must be … dear in my heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tonight as we took the bus back, my heart was heavy. It’s the so many times that the search for place didn’t bear fruit. Again, it’s met with empty hand and futile result…. And then i look up to see … Continue reading