This year I have been surprised by the kindness of God through the gift of a most-sweet love. Who would have thought, especially in the midst of the pandemic? As one who has walked through a prolonged season of hiddenness, these months have rendered me in awe and gratefulness. And so here I pen my own recollection of the pain of loneliness, and the faithfulness of God, with hopes to encourage other with hearts that long.
Penning down some reflections on my 26th, and reminded, yet again, of the simple Truth: that I am not my own, but belong, wholly, to my faithful Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Part of my personal wrestling these past years had been around the topic of church and state. I grew up despising the field of politics, as I often saw it being used for oppressive means and personal gain. Yet here I am today, running for a seat at the Parliament. So here I pen my reflections, seeking to echo the prayer that Christ taught us: “Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done,” even as He breathed His last.
In a season of rejoicing and celebration, I pray that we may not neglect the weight of the Truth of the birth of our Lord and Savior, who left all majesty to be born in a manger. In Christ, we see God denying Himself all lavishness to lavish Himself on us. A self-giving, other-serving, sacrificial love.
