What Do I Know of Holy? Addison Road
A very beautiful song I chanced upon at www.1faithfm.com

I made You promises a thousand times
I tried to hear from Heaven
But I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all No
If You touched my face would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?

(CHORUS)
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees

(CHORUS)
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
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Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

(CHORUS 2)
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life "its" name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?

(CHORUS)
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?

Did You Hear The Ice Cream Man?

I was sitting at my dinning table just the other night. Then a familiar ring echoed in my corridor breaking the silence of that night.

"Ringgg! Ringg! Ice c-leamm (ice-cream)!"

The low and hoarse voice of a stranger jolted back familiar scenes from childhood. Like every other typical kid, the tingling sound of that shiny ice-cream bell will get every nerve and blood cell dancing within that puny body of mine! I will leap onto my feet, prance a 3-step happy dance before running around the house looking for my aunt. When it comes to ice cream, it didn't matter if the cousins were fighting over the same toy train, we will immediately drop the toy and unite our efforts to ask for that dollar so that we can have our ice cream.

And of course, it didn't matter if my aunt was engaged with housework or just spending her leisure time before the television, we'll still charge towards her asking in a sugar-coated excited voice, 'Can we have ice cream please?'

As I reflected upon these childish incidences and our reactions every time we hear the ice cream man, I begin to draw parallel of this to the coming of our Saviour.

I believe that Jesus is coming back again. The signs of His coming as written in the Bible are coming to past and it is hard not to believe that the time is drawing near. We don't know the exact time and hour that Jesus will come back, but only the Father knows. Just like in our anticipation of the ice cream man, we do not know what time he will drive by, yet we are confident that he will come by. Mr. Ice Cream Man knows there are little children in these blocks waiting eagerly to hear the jingling of his ice cream bells.

In the same way as how we would await the ice cream man with a penny in our palms, ready to receive a cup-full/bread-full of chilling vanilla scoop, would we also be ready in our lives to receive the Lord when He returns?

Are we living our lives holy and setting ourselves apart from the patterns of this world, so that when the Groom comes knocking in the middle of the night, the bride would not be caught off-guard, not ready to receive her King. Instead, let the Groom when He comes, look upon a bride who is Holy and blameless. And this boils down to the every decision that we make from this moment on to live for Him in the hope of His coming, or live like there's always tomorrow to atone for today.

A Step Closer

You asked: "How was corporate Sunday?"
I replied with an excitement ringing in my voice: "It was a blast!"
Pinching your brows together, you asked: "The music?"
"Yes! Yes!" I exclaimed. "Music was great, place was nice, atmosphere was awesome!". Then I pause and took a deep breath before continuing "but what God did within me was THE BLAST!"

Indeed, God did an amazing thing in me on Sunday. Not just because it was a special, corporate Sunday, but because He knew I needed that breakthrough.

From that day we made the decision, to follow the cross before us and leave the world behind us, we all know we've had times we struggled to keep afloat. How often thoughts of throwing in the towel rages in our mind, and feeble hands and feet threaten to give way at any one moment. Your heavy feet will always tell you the pastures are greener on the other side; on the well-trampled walkway, the one that's wide and easy to walk upon.

There has been countless occasions that I've cried and wished this path I'm taking could be cemented with more mercy; That choosing to take up our cross and follow Him didn't have to cost us so much. The convictions and standards that we root our feet upon are certainly not the easiest to uphold. And those decisions we make are not always our heart's desires.

So you must be thinking, these Christians must be such fools to choose the harder route. Haha, I wouldn't deny that sometimes I do feel like a fool. There were many occasions where I could choose to make things a lot easier for myself if I had just said yes to a drink, or smile-off a swear word and pretend it didn't matter. Maybe make some bad remarks and join in the gossip about someone else so I could be accepted and be a part. But I still prefer to remain stubborn about my convictions; no means no

But if you asked me have I ever regretted I made this decision to be a follower of Christ, I would tell you without any hesitation, never.

Even though the storms have hit a thousand times, and in those times it felt like God was nowhere to be found, the truth is - He never left. Even though I have fallen and failed, messed up a million other times, His river of mercy never runs dry.

For a season of time before Sunday, I carried a heavy heart everywhere I went. It felt like I have lost that passion and love for God that keeps me running. Just when I thought, that's it, I have lost my grip, His wings swept from beneath me and there I was riding on the air currents under His refuge. I think I have forgotten to lean not on my own strength but on God who has promised He will be the One that carries us through both the good and bad times.

Even though there is a price to pay when we choose to follow Jesus, but the reward that awaits us at the end of our race supersedes the cost. Furthermore, He never meant for us to walk alone, He has made us to sit upon His shoulders, and depend on Him.

When I am weak, then I am strong. Because God He is the One that'll give us the strength to live for Him.

He'll Take You Back, Always.
I'll Take You Back -Jeremy Camp

It seemed like just yesterday, when you were standing beside me.
Your smile resides in my head, what a joy like I've never seen, shine from within your heart.
Wasn't it just yesterday, you came up to me with a mouth full of dreams and a heart full of hope; you told me all you wanted to do, and all you wanted to become ever since you've welcomed His grace into your life.

Yes it felt like only yesterday, we spoke and laughed.
Talked about things of His kingdom, chatted about the other things of life.
It was an unspeakable joy watching you grow and learn each day.
Didn't it all felt like only yesterday?

You laughed, you cried.
You struggled, you fought.
You fell, and stood up again.

Why? On the narrow road, do I only see your beautiful footprints of joy
Why? On the narrow road, do I only sniff a trace of your hopeful scent
Have you lost your way?
Have you given up?
Have you decided you're turning around and walking the other way?
Have you seen, He's still watching over you.

He has seen you bury your cries in the darkest of night, those other times when you went to bed with a million questions on your mind: Why does your heart hurt with every thump and your mind feel the like-state of a whirlwind?

He stands at the entrance of that familiar door, that door you've once known.
Behind those doors, you've once danced to a freedom song and hum the tune of His favourite love song. Where you tumbled upon your first babysteps, muttered your first few words.

That familiar door that you know.
That familiar house you loved.
There He waits.
There He stands.
From dawn to dawn, He watch and waits.
A longing that day that you find your way home.
Awaiting that day that He'll be able to wrap His arms around you again, whisper to you 'my child, everything is okay now'

He wants you to know,
You've not gone too far. Nowhere is too far for His hands to reach you.
You've not fallen too hard. No fall is too hard that He can't lift you up again.
He wants you to know,
He still loves you.
And He'll will take you back, always.

So will you come home today, and come home running into His embrace?
Come home running, cause His arms are still open wide for you.