A hilarious, but sad thing got my full attention the other night as I rode in a truck-taxi to the location of our group Christmas party. I had waited loooong to get a ride. Most vehicles were not going my direction; some had people in the front seat, which I try to get especially at night because of my lungs; a couple of them had been hired for some special purpose and did not even stop. Why did the Lord make me wait until I was late? I began a conversation with the driver based on the tired, tried and true subject of the unusually cold weather. The young man driving the vehicle told me he was tired and weary. He did not want to drive a song-thaew anymore.
I didn’t get anything like the kind of response I had expected judging by the dashboard and rearview mirror. They were weary and heavy laden with charms, fetishes, and gods—including a particularly gross one that looks like an elephant with multiple horny appendages. Yet, the driver responded, “I was a phuu rap chai of Jesus in x province at one time.” This term literally means ‘one who allows one’s self to be used by someone’, but idiomatically it is also the term for a Christian worker—pastor, evangelist, etc. Shock!
I sure wanted to know what this was about.
A missionary from another Asian country, who did not speak Thai, had hired him to work for him. Talk about ‘rice Christians’! This information opened up the bag for me to tell him what it really means to serve Jesus because we love Him. And you better believe—I gave him a book’s worth of what it takes to be a real Christian.
He actually acted like he was glad for the explanation. When I got out I gave him a Christmas tract. His name is pronounced like “loot”. He was married once, but had not children. He is probably in his late 20’s. I’ll most likely never see him again with the many thousands of red truck-taxis that run around the city. Pray that some other believer will show him the truth very soon and get his attention even more.
As we were celebrating the Lord’s Supper on the day of our church Christmas celebration, I sought to divert my attention from the hubbub of decorations and excited toddlers to threes running up and down the aisles. Then the pastor said, “This is my body that was broken for you.” The thought came to me, “Jesus literally yielded his body and blood for our salvation. We, the church, are his spiritual body. Like the potter’s messed up clay, we need to be broken for Him. It is a two way street.” That does not necessarily mean hardship or a broken bone and hearts, but a full yielding of our wills to His service. Are we ready, willing to not just partake, but enter wholly into the meaning of the Passover meal as He was?
The soldiers in the front SHOT their weapons and then ducked down FLAT, causing the ones in the back to GET SHOT and fall FLAT OUT dead.
Being out front witnessing boldly and dodging Satan’s temptation and frustration-infested arrows by falling down on one’s knees is better than dying spiritually in the back pew.
Sing: This little light of mine
I have a cold gone to lungs. Dr. was out for the holidays. Please pray that it will go away soon. The smoke from the burning has begun, but is not too strong yet. Because of holiday prep and participation, I am WAY behind in everything—dishes piled up, gifts not even wrapped, much less delivered, tables and desks inundated to the ceiling (well, almost)… Pray for relief.
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