As a kid, it's really hard not to complain to your dad. "Daddy, this kid at school, he...blah blah blah..." "Daddy, school work is hard lor..how to do...blah blah blah..." "Daddy, why he always like that one? Always treat me like...blah blah blah..."
As time pasts by, we turn into youths. Nevertheless, complaints don't seem to run dry in the adolescent age.
Here are some of MY complaints.
"Dad, why do my classmates keep taking my food to eat? Don't they know that I don't have enough to eat during recess?"
"My son, why do you get angry over these kinds of things?"
"Yeah but..I'm hungry.."
"I tell you the truth, love your neighbours as yourself."
"How do I do that?"
He didn't say a word, but with a wave of His hand, He created the animals of the earth. And they were made clean. Then a fruit tree sprouted and bore fruit. He plucked one and gave it to me. And we feasted under the fruit tree.
"Dad, my classmates hate me. They don't care for me. How am I going to go on living in this world so dark and lonely? How am I going to go to school tomorrow?"
"My son, what have I told you about love? Have you forgotten all I taught you?"
"Yea but...they don't love me..how can I love them?"
"I tell you the truth, love your enemies even though they despise you in return."
"How do I do that?"
He didn't say a word. But with a hunched back he carried the cross. All the whipping and the crying in pain for everything I've done wrong. He has done nothing wrong, but the world cannot accept Him. He took the cross and dragged it into Calvary. Tears stream down my eyes.
"Dad, it's just so hard to live in a non-christian society! My friends keep bombarding me with questions I cannot answer..but I want to fight for You! I know they're wrong! But I just don't know how..."
"My son, have you forgotten all I taught you? Where is the love you had in you?"
"I know Dad..but..it's just so hard..I have to face them almost everyday.."
"I tell you the truth, it has been done."
"Huh?"
He didn't say a word, but stretched His hands wide open and died on the cross. Even on the cross people mock Him and pierced Him on the side with a spear. Nails were hammered through His hands and feet, piercing Him to the cross. He asked for a drink and was given vinegar. He looked up before His last breath and pleaded for my sins, and the sins of the world. Then He said, "It is finished." And sealed His everlasting love within me.
I finally understood what He meant. Love is not just writing a song, or playing the guitar..love is more than that. "Love is and act that does not harm the person you're doing it to." I learnt an important lesson on love. And He loved me more than anyone can ever love.
When He died on the cross, it didn't end just like that. He was risen again after 3 days. He stretched His arms once again to show me that it is Him. And I can clearly see the nail markings on His hands..He has showed me how to love, and love I shall.
Here are some of MY complaints.
"Dad, why do my classmates keep taking my food to eat? Don't they know that I don't have enough to eat during recess?""My son, why do you get angry over these kinds of things?"
"Yeah but..I'm hungry.."
"I tell you the truth, love your neighbours as yourself."
"How do I do that?"
He didn't say a word, but with a wave of His hand, He created the animals of the earth. And they were made clean. Then a fruit tree sprouted and bore fruit. He plucked one and gave it to me. And we feasted under the fruit tree.
"Dad, my classmates hate me. They don't care for me. How am I going to go on living in this world so dark and lonely? How am I going to go to school tomorrow?"
"My son, what have I told you about love? Have you forgotten all I taught you?"
"Yea but...they don't love me..how can I love them?"
"I tell you the truth, love your enemies even though they despise you in return."
"How do I do that?"
He didn't say a word. But with a hunched back he carried the cross. All the whipping and the crying in pain for everything I've done wrong. He has done nothing wrong, but the world cannot accept Him. He took the cross and dragged it into Calvary. Tears stream down my eyes.
"Dad, it's just so hard to live in a non-christian society! My friends keep bombarding me with questions I cannot answer..but I want to fight for You! I know they're wrong! But I just don't know how..."
"My son, have you forgotten all I taught you? Where is the love you had in you?"
"I know Dad..but..it's just so hard..I have to face them almost everyday.."
"I tell you the truth, it has been done."
"Huh?"
He didn't say a word, but stretched His hands wide open and died on the cross. Even on the cross people mock Him and pierced Him on the side with a spear. Nails were hammered through His hands and feet, piercing Him to the cross. He asked for a drink and was given vinegar. He looked up before His last breath and pleaded for my sins, and the sins of the world. Then He said, "It is finished." And sealed His everlasting love within me.
I finally understood what He meant. Love is not just writing a song, or playing the guitar..love is more than that. "Love is and act that does not harm the person you're doing it to." I learnt an important lesson on love. And He loved me more than anyone can ever love.
When He died on the cross, it didn't end just like that. He was risen again after 3 days. He stretched His arms once again to show me that it is Him. And I can clearly see the nail markings on His hands..He has showed me how to love, and love I shall.
Luke 6 : 22 ~ Blessed are you when men hate you,
when they exclude you and
insult you
and reject your name as evil
because of the Son of Man
1 comment:
i'm jz a passerby.. but seriously i wanted to know if you wrote this post yourself? defining love in that way as no other people i know have is sort of different..
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