How does a teenage girl from the west come to the east and minister in one of its darkest cities? A city that even easterners fear to tread? God’s grace, no doubt. But it also took oceans of obedience and loads of faith on her part.
For over 40 odd years, Dr. Pullinger has been ministering to the poor, the down-trodden, the “bad” (as some of us holier-than-thous would label them) – from addicts to prostitutes to pimps. Her life is one amazing testimony after another; testimonies of obedience followed by God’s amazing power.
I had to reevaluate. She said no ministry exempts us from ministering to the poor, because ministering to the poor was what Jesus did plenty of. That’s when I realized the Bible doesn’t make mention of Jesus playing the drums. Then I realized how I needed to re-prioritize.
Yes, yes, I know Jesus is glad when we play the drums (or piccolo or triangle for that matter) unto Him. However, I’ve come to realize how little I’ve done of what Jesus did most. It’s not too late though. Thankfully at the end of her amazing stories, Dr. Pullinger didn’t leave us hanging.
She even told us where to start. You can do the same. Pray that God will open our eyes to see the poor. How can we begin to minister to them when we can’t (or don’t want to) even notice them? Once we’ve learnt not to turn a blind eye, we can at least start praying for them.
After that, who knows where God will lead.
For now, I need to write a book about my comparatively nonsensical life. Hazel said my title should be equally nonsensical and suggested Chasing the Filopio. I was leaning more towards Chasing the Mimsy, Chasing the Slithy Toves or Chasing the Mome Raths. Which you likes?
These titles are inspired by a song about some of us. The lyrics go like so:
For over 40 odd years, Dr. Pullinger has been ministering to the poor, the down-trodden, the “bad” (as some of us holier-than-thous would label them) – from addicts to prostitutes to pimps. Her life is one amazing testimony after another; testimonies of obedience followed by God’s amazing power.
I had to reevaluate. She said no ministry exempts us from ministering to the poor, because ministering to the poor was what Jesus did plenty of. That’s when I realized the Bible doesn’t make mention of Jesus playing the drums. Then I realized how I needed to re-prioritize.
Yes, yes, I know Jesus is glad when we play the drums (or piccolo or triangle for that matter) unto Him. However, I’ve come to realize how little I’ve done of what Jesus did most. It’s not too late though. Thankfully at the end of her amazing stories, Dr. Pullinger didn’t leave us hanging.
She even told us where to start. You can do the same. Pray that God will open our eyes to see the poor. How can we begin to minister to them when we can’t (or don’t want to) even notice them? Once we’ve learnt not to turn a blind eye, we can at least start praying for them.
After that, who knows where God will lead.
For now, I need to write a book about my comparatively nonsensical life. Hazel said my title should be equally nonsensical and suggested Chasing the Filopio. I was leaning more towards Chasing the Mimsy, Chasing the Slithy Toves or Chasing the Mome Raths. Which you likes?
These titles are inspired by a song about some of us. The lyrics go like so:
Twas Brillig and the Slithy Toves
Did Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
All the mimsy were the Borogoves
Did Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
All the mimsy were the Borogoves
And the Mome Raths outgrabe.
4 comments:
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first part serious, second part back to usual :P
we never stop learning and like what Ps Sally mentioned last week - it's our attitude, not our age. :D
is the "lyrics:" in english cos i sure dont understand it. :D
eh, fer... what you mean back to usual ah?
anyway, to your question anne, the "lyrics" is Jabberwocky - a poem of nonsense written by Lewis Caroll, who some regard as the master of nonsense. The song is basically nonsense, which kinda describe my "achievements". hehe...
you'll recognize the lyrics if you watch alice in wonderland. it's sung by the cheshire cat. ;D
*hehe*
uhm...i only remember, "a very happy unbirthday to YOU! who? me?"
*hehe*
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