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Frankie: Just amazing!

By on February 4, 2012 in Random Encounters, Stories

You might remember how I met Frankie back in 2009.

Anyway, I bumped in to him again earlier this week, and it’s been so cool to see him. He’s completely transformed from the first time I’ve met him. When I first met him, he a mess; intoxicated, and flipping in and out of two different personalities… and today I see a physically transformed person.

I was coming out of Starbucks, (with my Venti Extra Hot Soy Caramel Macchiato) when I saw Frank. I haven’t sat down to chat with him for ages, so it must have been the first time I spoke to him for a couple of months. He was pretty glad to see me, and he was totally diffent! Frankie was so much more solid and grounded when I spoke to him, not so anxious and still honest about his feelings.  He was telling me about how he got his disability now, and has a home and new teeth! :)

Frankie was reflecting with my the days since he first met me. He was telling me about how convicted he was the there really was a God, how he came from believing in anything to really believing that God is for real! He was telling me about the number of people that he met over the course of that time. all the Christians that ministered to him and came around him who helped solidify his faith. He was super thankful for all the people that had sat with him to talk to him and pray with him and speak truth to him.

I love how God pursues His lost!

Anyway, I’m really stoked about how God uses His body: the church. God pursued Frank by sending seemingly “random” people, who don’t necessarily know one another to minister to this one guy.. So awesome how God pursues people through orchestrating His people to meet with and minister to His one lost sheep!

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To-To-Tofino Trip Journal

By on January 6, 2012 in Random Encounters, Stories

Back last September, my cousin and I went camping for the first time with some friends! First vacation in too long. Jesus was awesome to show us some cool stuff, and he also saved all of us from near death. No exaggeration – the lot of us could have easily died with severe food poisoning on Day 4.

Day 1 Saturday

Tim Horton's at 4:45am

Woke up at 4am for the ferry to Nanaimo, but not without a quick stop to Timmy Ho’s. Got an early ferry over to the island, was pretty rainy on the way there. Some of us caught a couple of winks on the way over. The gluten free bakery was closed for breakfast when we arrived and the other gluten free place the town over wasn’t open yet either.

We  decided to drive to Port Alberni and try our luck there. It was a beautiful drive.

Driving through Cathedral Grove - monumental cedars blowing my mind!!

Drive to Port Alberni

We ended up finding a fancy greasy spoon type breakfast and checked out their public market.

Port Alberni

Honda CRVs have horribly over cautious owners. We discovered this after trailing behind them through windy roads at a turtle’s pace. In spite of this, the drive was beautiful. We drove through old cedar forests and past wide open crystal lakes. Gorgeous, gorgeous creation.

Jess enjoying some fresh island air

Me taking a pic of Jess enjoying some fresh island air

Heading up towards that Pacific Rim

Arrived in Tofino and checked out the market. Tofino had some quirky little corners and fun little signs. Here are some of my favourites.

Deaf Child Playing

All from one house

 

More signboards from Tofino

I love it when a plan comes together

Checked in and set up camp. We were so thankful that God managed to keep it pretty nice and dry throughout, so we didn’t have to set up in the rain. Got out my brand shiny new tent, pitched it with an ocean view.

Our first camp set up, ever!!

Checked out the beach. Our neighbors next to us had just cooked up some fresh mussels they harvested off the rocks on our beach, so we thought it would be neat to have hunt for some ourselves for dinner.

Mussel hunting on some rocks near our beach

The tide was way too hide, but we had fun beach combing on some super soft sandy beachiness. Instead, for supper we went in to town, bought chicken and had dinner and campfire back at camp.

First Camp dinner: grilled chicken rice!

Had a camp fire that only took about 2 hours to get started. We probably had the soggiest bunch of logs to use. Threw some salt in there and had a super multi colorful campfire which we eventually abandoned due to rain.

Campfire Day 1

 

Day 2 Sunday

My first camp breakfast ever!!

Woke up and made pancakes with grapefruit. Checked out Tofino town.

Cox Beach

Checked out Cox beach and stayed there until the tide came in. Saw big waves. Had fried rice for lunch. Campfire and dogs for dinner.

Day 3 Monday

The most glorious morning, little did we know this was the last blue sky morning for the rest of the trip.

Quick breakfast with toast. Woke up to the most glorious morning – little did we know that it would be our only glorious morning.

We prayed here and asked Jesus to show us some cool stuff!

Went on the hot springs tour. Prayed and asked Jesus that we might see some whales. Set off on a boat for about 2 hours. Views were glorious!

Views from the boat

We had fun!

On the boat

My quick cameo

On the way there, God blessed us families of sea otters and seals. No whales sadly, but we still prayed. I also saw this little yellow guy as we landed on the island.

Island Slug

Walked through a super old rainforest where grew cedars who were probably just saplings when Jesus walked the earth. The board walk Was cool. Loads of the boards were engraved by a whole bunch of different tribes, nations, groups, people.

Coastal Rainforest - just saplings when Jesus walked the earth!

Boardwalk

Just by the Hot Springs

Hot Springs smelt like sulphur at first. Was cool. Really close to the ocean. We sat in a cleft where the hot springs ran our from under us and cool ocean waves washed over us until we got nailed by a large wave. Jess got impaled on to a bunch of barnacles, she got a rad flesh wound. :)

Hanging out by some rocks

Group photo time

Hit the big ocean on the way back, got to see seal lions!! Whoa!! A whole bunch on them on a small rocky island. Waves were huge on the way back, so awesome. Finally! God showed us some whales!! We saw an orca, two two humpbacks and grey whale on the way back.

Two Humpbacks and a Grey Whale :)

Huge sea swells on open ocean. Ate out at Sobo. Oysters, wild salmon and cloudless chocolate cake. Delicious!! Went back to camp and played Apples to Apples.

True story: This was the toughest hand of Apples to Apples - hilarious!

Day 4 Tuesday

Scrambled eggs, sausage, banana and apples for breakfast. Jess and I soon went beach combing. Was low tide and there were a ton of mussels. Ran back to camp with a knife and a giant pot and harvested mussels a whole bunch of them. We wanted to cook them all fancy, so we sent my cousin to get some wine, lemons, and garlic. FAIL! We had a flat battery, so biked he in to town while cleaning them up! Us girls sat around our picnic table hacking barnacles off our lunch and cleaned them up pretty well. We destroyed our knives!

Little did we know that these were deadly Mussels

Finally my cousin got back, we cooked them, they smelt divine!!

Smelt Delish

So before we ate them, our friend called randomly! We told him about lunch, and then gave us a heads up about red tide. Red tide, after a couple of phone calls and googleling, we discovered that all the mussels and shellfish in the area were affected by red tide, and we would have got super sick, even to the point of death if we ate them. Jesus totally had our backs on that one!! THANK YOU JESUS!! We discarded mussels, went in to town and got some greasyfish and chips and ice cream.

Hi little fella!

Beach combed in the afternoon. Found a starfish. Had potatoes and tuna for dinner. Ran out of propane. Could not find our spare bottle. We also ate weird camp  pie. Rain

Day 5 Wednesday

Tofino Rain

Rain. Rain. Rain.

Made scrambled eggs with cheese. Went and dug some trenches around the tent.

Went for our surf lesson. Surf lesson cancelled.  Epic rainfall warning. Had tea. Went back to camp. Went beach combing and found some sand dollars. Went back to camp. Rain. Dug more trenches. Read. Got a text from our logger friend from our home town. Say what?!

Matty P, our logger friend from Squamish came and visit us. Sat in his truck and listened to his stories. Checked on our trenches and went back to camp. Rain. Thought about fasting for the night. Went to the dockside pub for wings. Went to Sobo for dessert. Bed.

Day 6 Thursday

Rain.
Made better pancakes. Cleaned up. Went combing and found some sand dollars. bits of them. Then went to Tofino tea shop. Still closed.
Went to TuffBeans and had a chai latte.

Hmmm... tea lattes

Went to surfsisters and got in to wetsuits and boots.

Surf Sisters

Went to south chesterman beach, managed to stand up and catch some whitewash waves. Saw Matty P again. Went to the co-op and made steaks and potatoes back at camp. In bed by 6.30pm. Feels good.

Day 7 Friday

Pancakes for breakfast. Super early start. Woke up at around 6.30am. Went to get wetsuits an boards first thing. Caught some white wash waves.

Lunch time we ate macaroni with tinned tuna and sweetcorn in the rain with our make shift long board table. Felt like true surf bums.

Classy cold surf bum lunch in wetsuits in the rain... that's how we roll.

Saw Matty P again. Went for our 1.30pm surf lesson and this time could catch and ride 80% of waves. Surfed until 5pm ish and decided to skip dinner due to rain. All I wanna be is dry again. Jess did our laundry. She’s an angel.

Day 8 Saturday

Woke up. The first night that I had a reasonably good sleep. Rain. Made a group decision to skip breakfast. We eventually packed down our camp. Hit the road around 9.30am. Everyone is looking forward to ring home. Driving to qualicum beach for breakfast.
Saw my first bit of blue sky in days exciting.

Journey home - back to blue skies and dryness.

The gluten free place in Qualicum beach was closed down, so we drove to Nanaimo and had lunch at a gluten free cafe near the ferry. The blue jewel cafe. It was super new age and in need of Jesus. Unfortunately due to close at the end of tr month.  Got on the ferry an went home.

Dry :)

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4 Years Today Jesus Rid My Disgrace

By on August 31, 2011 in Musings, Testimony

Four years ago today God saved me in spite of the things I had done and failed to do 

Four years ago today Jesus made His love known to me in spite of all I had done, and in spite of all He knew I would do. Jesus was there when my name was written in the Book of Life. In spite of the disgrace I was he gave me grace;filthier than a sewer, He came down from His heavenly home to clean me up. He sent His Holy Spirit to dwell in my heart that my defiled body might be made in to temple. Dead in sin, he ressurected my soul and gave me new life, new desires, new passion. This is the God whom I serve, whom I worship.

Four years ago today God saved me in spite of the foreknowledge of how I would still disobey Him today. 

I am overwhelmed to think that God still chose to save me four years ago in spite of His foreknowledge of how I would disobey Him now and even more in the future. I long to understand and comprehend such love, that it would give me the strength to obey my Father and live in the fullness of His will.

My relationship with Him is perfect

Though I wrongly gauge my relationship with God by the works I do, or fail to do, the Father still sees me as if I were Jesus, pure, clean and righteous in His sight. This is the Gospel. It is God who makes me righteous, not what I do. It is not what I fail to do or what I do wrong that changes how God sees me. He sees me as His daughter and delights over me with loud singing, His wrath passes over me, and in love He disciplines me as any loving father discipline his child. He corrects me in love.

I am fiercely loved

My God is fiercely in love with me. He is jealous for me. In His great zeal He will go to lengths to show me His love. He cares more for my soul than my comfort. He will fight for me, He has already won. I am precious and beloved to Him, not for what I do, but because of what He has done for me. He has bought me twice: He created me and then redeemed me. My worth is all because of the blood that was shed for me that paid for my life.

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Praying with Frankie

By on February 3, 2011 in Random Encounters

I had just finished my meeting with an immigration lawyer, I left the other way to avoid an awkward moment of leaving together, and exited out of the other door. It was at that moment that I saw a familiar face: Frankie.

Frankie is the homeless guy who lives in the area I work. I feel like he’s come a long way since my first encounter with him. I really love the guy and he’s come such a long way since I’ve first saw him.

The first few times I met him he was highly intoxicated and I’m not entirely sure that he was speaking  from himself or a spirit that possessed him. He seemed to be in good thinking and mental order when I spoke to him.

I greeted Frankie with a hug. We had a quick chat about stuff… and he told me he had just been thinking about me from a business card I have to him a couple of months ago…. I told him my prayer requests. I asked for wisdom to simply know what to do now, whether to go ahead and get legal representation of alternatively try  and do it myself on my own and have a n extended stay or whatever.

So I told Ffranke to pray for my wisdom and God’s guidance.

Frankie said some really cool things and words of wisdom that I did not expect from him. I was expecting that the kids woudl be there for a while. He also joked that he would marry me so I could become a citizen. I should give Frankie the benefit of the doubt, he knows a lot more than one would expect.

Frankie and I held hands and we both spoke to our Heavenly Father together. It was totally cool. Frankie told me that unlike those prayers where people want more money and stuff, asking God for something on your heart, like staying in a certain country, is the kind of prayer that God answers. Frankie’s come a long way since I first met him.

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My first encounter with the Downtown Eastside

By on February 1, 2011 in Stories, Videos

I walked all around the Downtown Vancouver, from False Creek to Granville, all the way up to Gastown, past Chinatown, all the way down to Yaletown.

I was looking for a shoe store when the pleasantries and quaintness of Gastown turned rather dark. There was a noticeable change in the atmosphere, the way the people dressed and a certain look in their eyes. First there was a vacant eyed men murmuring to himself in a determined effort to continue walking; there was in the winter air a half naked man half comatose in a doorway. Skin head vagrants were yelling threats across the streets, a young woman with with a worn face wearing ill fitting and soiled coats staggering hurriedly. Gangs of homeless and drug addicted congregated on street corners. The maniacal and paranoid carting their belongings in bags and trollies. I could smell the rain drenched mold of their attire as I walked by. I ardently prayed for safety.

I had not any intention to stumble in to what had been to me previously the mythical and highly exaggerated Downtown Eastside. It was exactly, if not worse than friends had described. Literally hundreds of homeless, prostitutes, destitute, poverty stricken, drug addicted, abused, sick and mentally ill all communed in this hushed up part of town. They had all found community within themselves, all captive, free to abuse drugs, alcohol, sex and each other. All free to do what they’re enslaved by, all communally chained to one other through addiction and poverty.

It reminded me of a ghetto, something like the Walled City in Hong Kong that is now demolished. I cannot fathom nor described how concentrated the poverty was. It was like the garbage dump of the city, the unspoken refuse, the people like litter on the streets that no body wanted to clean up.

Fiona and her rotting fingers

Looking back at this all, I am reminded of a women I saw in the streets of Leeds, UK, when we were feeding the drug addicted and homeless. I’m not sure what her name was, but I remember her as Fiona. It was the end of the night, and we saw a woman sitting in a wheelchair in the doorway of a busy street. She was alone. She had already lost one leg, one arm had little mobility or co-ordination, and the other arm I cannot forget to this day.

Her right hand had already lost one or two fingertips, the two digits that remained were blackened, shrunk, dead and rotting. He bones of her fingers were actually protruding out of her fingers. Her bones were uncovered by flesh and exposed. Her fingers had already rotted off somewhere.

I have never seen anything so horrific in a first world developed city. Yet the sight of another Fiona on East Hastings would not be uncommon. I didn’t dare document it, but other people have, so here’s one of their videos.

There are people and organisations who have heard their cry, like the Union Gospel Mission. There are a good bunch of people who used to be on the streets who have been given the gospel through the work of the UGM and now serve to save many more lives.

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A Driving Ticket, a Room Upgrade, Coincidental Encounters and a Long Walk

By on January 30, 2011 in Musings, Random Encounters, Stories

A Driving Ticket

My two night getaway started well. I was no more than 50 meters from the hotel when I got pulled over and issued a driving ticket. That’s right, not speeding but driving ticket. I’m not used to city driving… and frankly, my driving isn’t that great anyway. I’ve always had an issue with road sense… Small town driving and highways, I have a vague handle, but big city intersections and lane discipline give me anxiety disorders. I think the officer kinda knew I was a new small town driver, so instead of giving me a $500 fine and penalty points off my license for “driving without due care of attention“, I got a fine for trying to change lanes at an intersection and nearly causing a road accident. Thank you Jesus! a) for it not being in a collision and b) reduced fine.

A Room Upgrade

For some reason I found it really hard to shake off being pulled over. I checked in to the hotel and the front desk agent did most of the talking, which was nice. He upgraded me to a Junior Suite with a fantastic view of the back alley. :) The decor and soft furnishings all deserve to remain in the 80s where they belong, but I suppose it’s pretty clean and quiet.

I played a bit of guitar when I got in, put the heaters on, read my Bible reading for the day, had a nap on the couch with a hot water bottle, and journaled before heading out.

Coincidental Encounters?

Funnily enough, as I was about to leave the hotel I saw two familiar faces; the german journalist and her friend who stayed with us in the ski resort were waiting in the lobby for their ride. I recognised them and waved, we chatted for a fair bit, exchanged business cards, she took a photo and wished each other well. Out of all the hotels in the city we happened to be staying at the same one.

There are no coincidences, I know God orchestrates these meetings. I’m not sure why He allowed that to happen, and I’m not sure I will ever find out why in this life time.

A Long Walk

I kinda realise how much of a small town girl I’ve become. The big cities I felt like I once owned now own me. I don’t feel as streetwise as I once did. Buzzing crowds are overwhelming, shopping is more bothersome rather than a leisurely thing, and clothing is more about practicality than looking good.

I took a 2 or 3 hour stroll over to a little island nearby, I didn’t want to pay for the water taxi, so taking a 30/40 minute detour was my only option. It’s an arty little island, with lots of studios and boutique stores, and a amazing food market. I grabbed a chai tea from a stall, which unfortunately more of a powdered chai flavored milk thing.

I didn’t really pursue time with Jesus as I hoped, but had a bit of a conversation with Him on the walk home.I prayed about some of my anxieties, and idols in my life that I need to put to death. I later ended up on a thought tangent about Paul. When Paul talks about his thorn in the flesh, I wonder whether it was the desire to be married, to be able to enjoy the tender embrace of a woman that he could call his wife.

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A scandalous two night getaway with my first love

By on January 30, 2011 in Stories

I’m writing this at 1am Sunday morning.

I’ve washed and packed most of the things I need, am tired, a little anxious, a little relieved and a little excited. After church tomorrow I will probably have a light lunch, and I will drive down to the city and spend two nights, at least 48 hours, in some well needed solitude. Being in the industry that I’m working in, I managed to get a crazy good deal at a hotel for about $59 a night. On a bit of a desperate spur of the moment I booked it, not really thinking through the logistics or rationale.

I’m bringing with me my laptop, some notebooks and journals, my Bible, iPod, iPhone, SLR and compact camera, a guitar and chord book, some hard liquor and some tea, some porridge, clothes, a hot water bottle and my bikini.

I’m so deeply convicted that the root of all my more recent anxieties is because I’m not really spending the time I need to be with Jesus. I’m kinda going in to this weekend with the hope and the intention to spend some quality time with Him. I see this mini city-break as a scandalous getaway with my first love. I get to be with Him, wait on Him; no interruptions. In the anonymity of the city, I’ll get to walk through its streets, invisible, alone, yet surrounded. I will be with Him, alway safe, guarded by Him and protected. I get to adventure with Him once again, and speak silently to Him, listen to His voice. I get to enjoy Him. This is my hope, this is my prayer. I want to fall in love with Him again.

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Carnal College, Cheerleaders and Porn Stars: living in nostalgia and pursuing God’s glory

By on January 28, 2011 in Stories, Testimony

Flashback a couple years

As I mentioned in previous posts, I was born and raised in England. It was only about a year ago that it really acknowledged the idea that I went to a Christian primary school (aka elementary school). And after that I attended a “Christian” secondary school; in fact, it was more of a all girls grammar school. My high school was a very academic forward school, you had to pass a test, the ‘Eleven Plus’ test, and the girls I studied with were all very bright and intelligent girls. Our school instilled to us that the natural path to take after your GCSE exams were to continue to A levels, which would enable you to apply for university. My school was very good at guidance and support on careers, and was very supportive all its young ladies in their application to universities across the UK.

Carnal College and Cheerleaders: my last day in High-School and a nice send off

Looking back now, my last day of high school was a bizaare one. All of us in the year dressed up in various different outfits from nerds, to ballerinas, commando (the army kind, not naked kind), and all sorts. I dressed up as an cheerleader. I wore my hair in pig tails, with red and white pom-poms, white trainers with red leg warmers, a short white skirt and a red tee-shirt that read “Carnal College: A school for morally corrupt girls”. That’s right… it was pretty crude.

Last day of high-school: summer 2004

The last day we sat in the assembly hall with some of our teachers and shared our last moments together with some novel prizes and reminiscent speeches. Our classmates handed out various certificates for giggles. We had certificates for things like “First to get Famous”, “First to marry a footballer”, “Most likely to end up in a West-End musical” that sort of semi-predictive award.

So of course, who else would be more qualified to receive the “Most likely to become a Porn Star” than the little 18 year old asian girl in with the red and white pom-poms and the tee-shirt reading “Carnal College”? I suppose at this time, it was more because I would openly talk about my carnality quite openly as opposed the the number of encounters I had. Needless to say, I must have developed some kind of reputation. I proudly got up and received my certificate that was awarded by my year and signed by my headmistress.

Porn Stars

There was a time in my life, and I would have been around the age of 16/17 years onward where the occupation of porn star didn’t really make me think twice. I used to love dressing up in all the cliche type outfits, we would go out dressed as french maids, bunnies, nurses, that kinda thing. Like I said before, sex equated to love and intimacy for me, and being a job that required that much “love and intimacy” seemed like a win win situation for me. Sex was very much like an icebreaker for me, a way to attract and keep boys. It pretty much “worked” for the first few years, so it seemed like the natural pattern to follow.

Fame and God’s Glory

This morning, in my daily Bible reading, I came across this verse, of which when I read it struck a chord within my being.

Acts 4:8-12

8 Then Peter, filled with the Holy Spirit, said to them, “Rulers of the people and elders, 9 if we are being examined today concerning a good deed done to a crippled man, by what means this man has been healed, 10 let it be known to all of you and to all the people of Israel that by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom you crucified, whom God raised from the dead—by him this man is standing before you well. 11 This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone. 12 And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.” (ESV)

I suppose that for that moment I saw myself like that man that Peter was talking about, who was lame from birth, who was carried daily to the gate of the temple to beg for alms. The whole city must have know who he was and his disability. Similarly, there are a lot of people I once mingled with daily, who know what I was like in my teen years and early adulthood, but have no idea about what Jesus has done in my life and how He’s transformed it.

Looking back in retrospect, I can see God’s timing in my salvation. He called me back to Himself whilst I was on holiday just before I was to begin the first semester of my last year at university. Most of my friends had already graduated, I was just about to move in to a new apartment, and I had a fresh slate to start on. I was far removed from many of the temptations and habits of my former life and was given a white washed path to walk on.

And since that year, I have moved around so much and have been planted in so many places, that not many people know who or what I once was. I’ve often struggled to simply let it be, and more often than not wanted people to know the things I once did. Not to shock them but to be able to be like the beggar and declare on the top of my lungs “I once was lame, but now I walk!”

Leaning on Past Glories

I suppose I am still living on the past glory of wanting people to see the change I have been through, and now entering this more current season of my life have neglected to see as equal value in allowing people to see the perpetual transformation that Jesus is making in my life right now. When I look at the lives of some of my more mature friends, few are those who would give me their early life history. I see in the life they living now how much of a testimony to the transforming power of Christ. I see it in the way they so naturally do beautiful things, how Christ is infused in their lives like a sweet aroma. That in itself is of equal power to their story of salvation.

Acts 4:12

12 And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.” (ESV)

Pursing His Glory

None the less, although the more epic story of my salvation has more drama than my mellower walk right now, I realize that I lean more on my story of salvation to glorify God, than rightly placing my heart on continuing to give glory to him through letting His Spirit convict me and mold me through the reading of His word. I lack the zeal I once had of God’s glory. I hang on to the past glory and do little work towards His future glory. I am like one of those nostalgic grandmothers who will talk until the cows come home of all the things she once did, but have nothing to say about what she does now.

I forget the importance of finishing well. No matter whether I am one of the lost sheep or a part of the ninety nine, my life needs to consistently point back to Jesus in way where I can daily declare in my life no matter what that there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved

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What’s in your wallet? Two thoughts on Jesus and my Credit Card

By on January 18, 2011 in Random Encounters, Stories

So… I while ago… I decided to print “Jesus’ Money” on to my credit card. It was a suggestion made by a pastor, so I took it.

I did it because:

a) Better Stewardship

I used to have spending problem and I wanted a reminder that the money I have is God’s money; that everything I have is given to me for His purpose and His Kingdom.

b) Making His Name Known

Whenever I buy stuff with it, usually food, and I pay Visa. I have cashiers look at it and say nothing, but sometimes, and when I say sometimes I mean today, I had a server ask me about it.

I went to pay my bill when the server asked me about my money being Jesus’ money.

“So Jesus’ is paying for your lunch?”

“Yeah…. it’s Jesus’ money” I replied, paid and then added, “Jesus’ tipped you as well…”

The conversation went around our table to whether Jesus was gonna pay for his lunch to. So the general consensus from the table was that Jesus all paid for our lunch.

So anyway, I told her that she should get to know Jesus… and she replied that she has Jesus in her heart, whatever that meant. Thought it was cool.

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Jesus kept me alive today in a car crash!

By on January 6, 2011 in Musings, Stories, Testimony

He kept me alive, but I suppose He does that every day.


I was on the highway to ski for a couple of hours this morning. Driving conditions were pretty good on the way up, we went in the passing lane where it got a little slushy, and swerved. The car skidded in and out in to the oncoming traffic lane until we skidding right in to a snowbank and in to a ditch.

We had to get towed out.

I’m so thankful that my cousin and I were alright. Not a single scratch. No one was injured. No oncoming traffic. No head on collision. No flipped car. Somehow, for some reason, God’s mighty, mighty, hand of protection was over us and He kept the roads clear.

I’m reminded that my life was spared that the Lord would bring to completion His work in me and that I might fulfill the work He has for me. My whole life is already ordained, and my name is written in His book of Life. Jesus is totally in control and I do not need to freak out when stuff like this happens. :)

He’s kept me alive for another day for His purpose. Yay!!

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