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JESUS
It excites us that He laid down His life for us before we thanked Him. We do what we do, regardless of results, whether thanked or not, because that’s what He did.
Worship
Our new men houses belt it out, rough, raw and out of tune - but with a sound like nowhere else on earth. We do it all the time.
The shine
The shine on her face - her smile as she met Jesus for the first time. The elderly woman was dying in hospital and phoned her brother saying she wanted to believe in Jesus. COVID, so no visitors allowed. I sent him with a couple who prayed with her by phone from outside the ward looking in. ‘She looks so beautiful, so beautiful,’ whispered the ex-addict from Walled City as he watched from a distance.
His elder sister had watched him from a distance of 60 years as he had gone from fighter to peacemaker. She’d watched me too and finally saw Jesus.
The Bananas
My old Chinese Grandpa. On opium and heroin for half a century, he got healed when he called on Jesus after an infected leg. Today he’s brought me bananas and sweet soup with all of his old age allowance. I don’t like bananas or sweet soup but I will eat them. ‘My daughter, my daughter,’ he says. He thinks we’re related.
The weeping
The new helper in our home for men addicts weeping and weeping over one man who’s left prematurely. Why should I be thrilled at this? He’s beginning to understand the heart of God. Now I wait to see him go on and on sharing this heart whether it turns out well or not.
1 Corinthians 15:58
The wedding day
The wedding day of a nearly 70 year old lady – a prostitute and slave for five decades.
Like most girls she’d dreamed of this day all her life.
She married in white.
The gasp
The gasp from a foreigner as he visited our Walled City room containing nothing much but bare walls, sewer spiders, chairs and desperate men seeking help because they’d heard of a Jesus who could save them from addiction. This journalist had also stepped over rats and open sewers to find us.
‘I can’t go in. I can’t go in. It’s too holy,’ he said. He was a Buddhist. He would not cross the threshold to end his journey. He would not but they had.
What is it about this place?
Whether it was Hang Fook Camp, Walled City room or our present homes, people still gasp when they enter. They haven’t even heard one story yet of a stolen life hard won back.
Must be the presence of God. Easy to say – hard to describe.
Like glory filling the temple.
Stars in his eyes
The street sleeper was mentally disturbed which had led him to keep some faeces in a jar to worship them.
‘How wonderful – what a privilege!’, said our former addict who visited him often with rice boxes. ‘I’ve been chosen to serve him.’ He loved it.
I took this star to U.S.A. to share his story and someone gave him a leather waistcoat. He loved it.
WHAT KEEPS US GOING?
Jesus
‘In any case, I must keep going today and the next day.’
He kept going until He reached His goal. So can we.
The job isn’t finished yet.
There’s Always One More
Too much need everywhere. So much pain, hunger, loneliness, poverty. Seeing more and more of our people going where I cannot go myself – I’m just one person. We hear how they clean coffin rooms, feed the grannies, help a neglected child with homework and pray for a blind uncle. They come back with joy at finding new shacks on the hillside and those living on the rooftops waiting to be found. Sometimes miracles, healings, sometimes not. Always an increase of Christ.
‘Do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.’
What are we still waiting for?
Jesus
We’re getting ready for Him coming back. We’re longing for that Day.
We want to answer well on that Day.
Waiting….
For those enjoying running water to notice those without.
For ways into countries experiencing violence and oppression.
For believers worldwide to take people into their own homes.
For those who profess to believe in Jesus to treat their wives and children well.
For those who profess to believe in Jesus to treat their foreign domestic helpers well.
To pay them a fair wage, give them full days off and care for their families overseas.
For our legislators and lawmakers to make specific legislation for the protection of foreign workers against human trafficking, forced labour and abuse.
For the relevant government departments to enforce guidelines over the hire of such workers and, especially, over agency fees.
For changes in society in the lands where women need to leave their own children behind to care for ours in order to survive.
For us to better understand and help those with mental sickness.
For us to find medical professionals who will work with us to bring breakthroughs in treating those who are on prescribed medications.
And more.
And much more….
