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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Now when Mephibosheth the son of Jonathan, the son of Saul, had come to David, he fell on his face and prostrated himself. Then David said, “Mephibosheth?”

And he answered, “Here is your servant!”

So David said to him, “Do not fear, for I will surely show you kindness for Jonathan your father’s sake, and will restore to you all the land of Saul your grandfather; and you shall eat bread at my table continually.”

Then he bowed himself, and said, “What is your servant, that you should look upon such a dead dog as I?”

And the king called to Ziba, Saul’s servant, and said to him, “I have given to your master’s son all that belonged to Saul and to all his house. You therefore, and your sons and your servants, shall work the land for him, and you shall bring in the harvest, that your master’s son may have food to eat. But Mephibosheth your master’s son shall eat bread at my table always.” Now Ziba had fifteen sons and twenty servants.

Then Ziba said to the king, “According to all that my lord the king has commanded his servant, so will your servant do.”

“As for Mephibosheth,” said the king, “he shall eat at my table[a] like one of the king’s sons.” Mephibosheth had a young son whose name was Micha. And all who dwelt in the house of Ziba were servants of Mephibosheth.

So Mephibosheth dwelt in Jerusalem, for he ate continually at the king’s table. And he was lame in both his feet.

 

- 2 Sam 9


Monday, March 02, 2009

As I was reading Ravi Zacharias' autobiography. I couldn't seem to get over the part of his failed suicide attempt and the transformation:

It was also a huge paradigm shift for me to suddenly see life - my own and others' - through the eyes of God. For years, I had looked at life the way a kid might work through a puzzling, new toy, taking it apart but not knowing how to put it back together again. He wonders, 'What makes this thing tick?' So he takes a screwdriver and tries to unpack it, but with each piece he removes, it makes less sense.

Only Jesus could legitimately explain the multifarious strands of human personality locked with me. He could explain my emotional life, my actions, and my reactions. He could explain why I longed for human touch, and why it was actually the touch of soul that I was ultimately after. Without Christ, I still would have the gnawing undercurrent that had run through everything in my life and that had led me to the tragic choice that very nearly brought me to an end.

Who am I? I could now answer it. "I am yours, Oh Lord." 


I'll bring you more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what you have required.
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart






Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Two years.

It's been on repeat over and over the past week in my car. Nearer My God to Thee. This time in Chinese, many thanks to friends who just happened to be going back to Taiwan, and returned with CD's I requested. Listening to what my grandmother heard two years ago over and over before she left.

Miss you, grandma. Nearer My God to Thee.