There are many who would say that’s “trivial”, especially given that the quiz only accounted for 5% of my grade – but I still felt horrible inside.
This was what happened: I unintentionally saw my friend’s answer, which made me realise that my units were wrong. Just then, the professor announced the end of the quiz, and I found myself hastily correcting my error before I put my pen down.
Honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to find a student who’s not done something like this before. I mean, I’ve done this before and never felt guilty. But this time was different.
Somehow, I felt so convicted about this “insignificant” sin. I knew I had to confess it to God and own up to my professor.
The opportunity to own up came and went, but I didn’t do anything because I was afraid. Well-meaning friends tried to comfort me saying, “It’s alright, it’s a small thing … Just don’t do it again next time.”
On previous occasions, these words would have been a salve for my guilt, but this time the Holy Spirit never stopped nudging me about it. I couldn’t feel joy or peace with God – only a barrier.
I tried to pray. I tried to bargain. I tried to reason …
Saturday came and I went to Church.
I tried to pray and worship but I felt so restless and far from God. Just 30 seconds into worship, I found myself telling God: “Please don’t be unhappy with me.”
And God brought to my mind Matthew 5:23-24: “Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.”
I knew I needed reconciliation. I also knew that “reconcile” is an action verb, which meant there was a need to make restitution (Exodus 22:1, 3-6, 14).
So I knew that my confession to God wouldn’t cut it by itself. I prayed so hard for the Holy Spirit to give me supernatural courage to email my professor.
Immediately, I took out my phone and emailed my professor before going back to worship. Peace returned to my heart immediately, and joy too, but my insecurities and fears began to question: What if I get removed from the course? That was such a lame thing to do.
All I could do was to stand firm in the peace of God, knowing I was doing what was right.
My professor finally replied after the service. I opened it nervously and cried as I read his gracious reply.
I was so thankful for God’s grace and mercy. Beyond that, He showed me what His standards of holiness were and how much He hated sin. And how we have fallen short.
You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” (Matthew 5:48) “You shall be holy, for I am holy.” (1 Peter 1:16)
God’s call to that same standard of holiness and perfection is high – but it’s not a hopeless call for us if we are obedient.
His holiness requires that I confess my sins even if they seem small and lame. Holiness requires the complete weeding out of sin in partnership with the Holy Spirit.
With “the God who girds me with strength and makes my way blameless” (Psalm 18:2), I can keep myself blameless and without guilt before Him (Psalm 18).
I live diligently so as to be found by Him without spot or blemish, and at peace (2 Peter 3:14). But when I fail, I know I have a greater hope to be made holy and perfect when Christ returns again, because of His crucifixion and death.
I’m in the season of seeking God about the next phase of graduate school, if pursuing doctorate studies is the Lord’s will for me.
Having been in the academic field for several years, I know how tough it is to get accepted into a program. Having to overcome such difficulties is the main reason why this dream has been tugging at my heartstrings for the past 11 years. But I’ve never really gotten down to concretise my plans until recent months.
I basically spent the last 11 years honing my skills, searching for a social cause and area to impact passionately. And I had finally found it!
Within three weeks, with the Lord protecting my time, I managed to churn out a research proposal related to mental health stigma, wrote my personal statement and revised my CV.
So on 10 October 2018, which also happened to be World Mental Health Day, I sent my proposal to professors in UK universities to discuss my research topic and appeal to them for supervision.
I started out pretty confident since I thought the proposal was good. I had experience in research and more than a decade of expertise in mental health.
But the process proved daunting and disappointing. Within the day, two of the seven professors I asked had turned me down, saying they were the wrong fit for me or unable take me on due to their workload.
I was met with radio silence by the rest. I found myself scrambling for other alternatives when, in fact, only one school was of interest to me. I was basically going with the normative ways of spreading the net for graduate schools since people typically apply to ten to twenty schools.
I had no peace deep inside because I found myself depending on my own strength rather than on God for help.
Had I heard God wrongly? As I wondered whether I should pray harder for the whole graduate school application and scholarship thing, I began to reflect on the whole business of even praying to God about the desires of our heart.
I wondered because I have always had issues with treating God like a genie in a bottle, though I firmly believe it shouldn’t be the case. So I wasn’t inclined to pray too hard for it, fearing I might be twisting God’s arm into getting what I want even when it’s not good for me.
Yet, the Bible also speaks of persisting in prayers, that the Lord is delighted to provide for our needs when we ask Him (Luke 11:5-13). There is also the example of Jacob, who would not “let go” until God blessed him (Genesis 32:22-32).
I had no peace deep inside because I found myself depending on my own strength rather than on God for help.
As I sought God’s will and direction regarding my doctoral and scholarship applications, I found myself taken with the heart of God as I postured myself to pray and spend time with Him.
Meditating on the verses, I had an impression from James 4:2: “You do not have, because you do not ask.”
I realised that there is nothing wrong with seeking God for our heart’s desires, especially when they align to His will. So I continued to soak my graduate school situation in prayer.
James 4:1-3 illuminates how we should pray for our heart’s desires.
While God delights in us taking our heart’s desires to Him in prayers, it is still possible to pray wrongly: worldly selfish ambitions, lust of pleasures and power (James 4:2-3) are some examples.
So it is not about whether or not can we pray for our heart’s desire. It’s about whether our heart’s condition and desires are aligned to God’s. Prayer must never hinge on selfishness, lust and worldly desires.
God’s will be done. It’s easy to pray those words, but I’m still getting back to basics and learning to take delight in the Lord first (Psalm 37:4).
That means my relationship with Him is all that matters at the end of the day.
” … in the easiest positions He will give me grace, and in the most difficult ones His grace is sufficient.”
It isn’t about what I am doing in life or how I am serving Him that matters.
I found peace and joy instead of frustration when I finally relinquished control of my graduation school plans to the Lord. I’m only human, and may be disappointed when I face closed doors, but I am trusting that whatever happens at the end of the day would be God’s best plan for me – remembering that being satisfied in Him alone is what matters most.
To close, these two quotes by James Hudson Taylor illustrate my current mindset.
“I am no longer anxious about anything, as I realize that He is able to carry out His will for me. It does not matter where He places me, or how. That is for Him to consider, not me, for in the easiest positions He will give me grace, and in the most difficult ones His grace is sufficient.”
Indeed, “God’s work done in God’s ways will never lack God’s supply.” So I am not going to search any further for I have done my best.
Should no doors open, I firmly believe in the saying, “Some of God’s greatest gifts, are His unanswered prayers”. May His will be done!
The author’s name has been changed for confidentiality.
Born without sight, raised without my parents: Seeing hope in the darkness
by Stephanie Ow | 11 September 2018, 9:15 PM
Born with retinal dystrophy, Stephanie plays the erhu with The Purple Symphony, which comprises musicians with and without special needs, and the Singapore National Youth Chinese Orchestra, where she is the only person with special needs. This is our first story written by a person with visual impairment.
I have been blind since birth. At infancy, I was diagnosed with retinal dystrophy, which means that by the age of 5, I was almost completely blind. I can only perceive light, which means I live mostly in darkness and shadows.
Around the time that I was losing whatever little sight I had, my mother left me in the care of my father’s sister and her husband. They never heard from her again. My father, an odd job labourer, would visit once in a while, but we barely talked. Over the years, we grew very distant.
My aunty and uncle treated me like their own instead of a strange who suddenly appeared in their home. They even brought me to various specialists, hoping to find out if anything could be done to help me see again.
However, the answer we always got was: “There is nothing we can do. We will have to wait for future research to discover something that will cure her condition.” And my aunty and uncle will be disappointed, even though it really wasn’t a big deal for me. It still isn’t now.
Yet, they never stopped hoping. They still tell me, “You know, if only your vision gets better, you will be much better at whatever you want.”
I have been so blessed to have them in my life, which is why I worshipped whatever they worshipped, and believed whatever they believed.
To me, at that time, God was a distant being who watched over us, rewarding those who did good things and punishing those who were evil. The statues on my family altar and those in the temples were what I knew as gods.
I had Christian friends who told me about Jesus, although I didn’t bother to find out more. But that changed when one of my teachers, a kind and loving woman, shared the Gospel with me. It was then that something clicked within me, a feeling I cannot describe even until now.
It was like a sense of direction given to me, a guide for my life ahead. I wanted so badly to go to church with her, but my family believed it was an “ang moh” religion. We were Chinese, so we should worship Chinese gods!
But I remember thinking to myself – if the Christian God is an all-loving, supreme deity and He alone is God, shouldn’t we all give Him our reverence, regardless of our ethnicity? And if He sacrificed His only Son to save the whole human race from eternal separation from Him, shouldn’t we turn back to Him?
So I decided to persist in my faith. I read the Bible in braille and listened to sermons in my bedroom. My family wasn’t averse to my exploration of this faith as they felt it was good for me to learn about other religions, but they hoped that I would stay true to our Chinese beliefs.
But at age 14, I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Saviour. This was the same year that I started going for music lessons.
My uncle always loved traditional Chinese music, so I began with the erhu, a two-stringed fiddle. At first, I wasn’t too happy with this, as I’d always thought this was played at Chinese operas for the elderly. I wanted to learn the guitar or violin instead.
As it turns out, the erhu wasn’t as outdated as I thought. In fact, the pieces I was learning to play were written by musicians in the 20th Century who were trained in western music, but had a passion to write for Chinese instruments. And they did not write for operas.
Interestingly, their music reflected the struggles of native Chinese before the 1949 liberation, and their aspirations for a better future. Within a year of lessons, and with the encouragement of my first music teacher, I sat for an exam and scored a distinction!
This motivated me to keep getting better, and soon I was receiving invitations from various organisations to perform at their fundraising events from time to time. At 17, I had the privilege of performing with the Singapore Chinese Orchestra (SCO), and the next year I joined their youth wing.
Being part of the Singapore Youth Chinese Orchestra (SYCO) gave me the opportunity to be tutored by one of the musicians in the SCO, and by age 19, I had also joined the Purple Symphony, Singapore’s largest inclusive orchestra consisting musicians with and without disabilities.
At this time, Deutsche Bank awarded me with a scholarship to study music, which would have been impossible without their help. It was a real blessing from God and a dream come true, as it had always been my goal to be a full-time musician who could teacher the visually impaired to read scores in braille.
In the whirlwind of these happenings, I drifted away from God slowly. I stopped praying, reading the Bible and listening to sermons. Instead, I began to obsess with my current ideals and goals. I felt like I was the master of my own destiny. Whenever I ran into trouble, it was my friends I turned to for advice.
Wasn’t it enough to acknowledge that God exists and that Jesus is the only way to Him?
It took a long while – 4 years to be exact – for me to realise I was becoming more of a lost soul than I was before I became a Christian. It was as though I was holding the Word of God in one hand, and the world in the other.
Fortunately, a senior in the music institution I’m studying at reached out to me. Her father is a preacher, and she introduced me to a phone app that had sermons and hymns for me to listen to. She also invited me to Bible study with other students, where her father would teach us.
Through their mentoring, my understanding of Scriptures and my Heavenly Father became much clearer. I learnt how to put all my hope and trust in the Lord, even though there were times where I had so many questions.
But I would be lying if I said I did not envy other children who had their biological parents with them. I always knew this was something I’d never have in life. But it took a lot out of me to accept that fully.
On some days my mood got very bad; I felt like the whole world was against me. I had no appetite and just wanted to be alone. There were nights I cried myself to sleep as I prayed. But one day, as I was deep in thought, the words of Isaiah 55:8-9 surfaced in my mind.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, says the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:8-9)
A sense of peace, hope and joy surrounded me all of a sudden – it was something I’d never felt until that moment. I realised I did not need to feel sad about not having biological parents when I have a Father in Heaven who loves me in spite of all my flaws, but continues to renew me every day.
Through the difficulties of life, I have the Lord to lead me. Even as I graduate with a diploma in music in less than a year’s time and am feeling anxious about the new season of life to come, I know that He will guide me through this once again.
My family is also warming up to the idea of me being a Christian. I am praying for their salvation, and for God to lead me to a church where I can grow spiritually.
I have never seen with my own eyes, but I believe that God can heal me in His beautiful time. Of course, I might never get to see in this lifetime, but when my eyes finally open in a new and perfect body, the first person I hope to see is my Saviour Jesus Christ.
by Jonathan Pang with Ai Luan and Chong Tee | 11 September 2018, 5:03 PM
Education has gotten a bit of a bad rap in recent times.
Eastern youths equate it with cramming content choc-a-bloc into their heads for a major examination in order to buy a ticket to future success, whereas an increasing population of their Western counterparts see it as useless given that their current job markets favour skill-building over knowledge-building for survival. Even working within an institute or university is perceived as a fake job disconnected from the harsh realities of industry.
Overall, it appears as though our generation of youth seem unable to find purpose – let alone a sense of passion or gain in formal education. Seems easy to write off formal education at this point.
But what if I told you that education was instituted by God in the first place? Here are my three points arguing why education remains relevant in our present age.
Knowledge is meant to be put to work
3 REASONS FOR EDUCATION’S RELEVANCE
1. Education comes from God
“For I bear them witness that they have a zeal for God, but not according to knowledge. For, being ignorant of the righteousness of God, and seeking to establish their own, they did not submit to God’s righteousness.” (Romans 10:2-3)
The perfect knowledge that came with direct intimacy with our Creator was lost in the Fall of Adam and Eve. As such, the impartation of knowledge (through either human or divine means) became necessary given the resultant flawed nature of human cognition.
Knowledge is meant to be put to work – not remain a stagnant or hypothetical affair. Just imagine if Abraham had not acted on the instruction to leave the land of Babel and set out with his family to Canaan, or if Paul chose not to write any letters to the various churches he ministered to.
If Paul hadn’t written those letters, it would have resulted in transgression running rampant within religious communities. That would surely have spelled the demise of the early Church.
Ultimately, if no knowledge of God was handed down through the generations and compiled within Scripture, humanity would have a dimmer and distanced view of God (Romans 1:23-32).
As Christians, experiential and theoretical knowledge do not merely impact the mind but are interconnected with the soul and spirit, and should therefore serve to lead us back to the God of truth as we allow Him to dwell within and nurture our hearts. Here is where divine instruction is needed, to avoid falling into falsehood in life.
2. Education is not to be written off
“Wisdom has built her house; she has hewn her seven pillars. She has slaughtered her beasts; she has mixed her wine; she has also set her table.” (Proverbs 9:1-2)
On a personal level, I cannot help but notice that within my circle of acquaintances in Christian societies, there are several who forsake their studies and admit to having carried out insufficient preparations for assessments, preferring to allot such time to ministry work.
We would be wrong to presume that human wisdom concerning the natural world – though undoubtedly inferior to divine wisdom – is of no importance compared to the supernatural.
Many longstanding European universities possess mottos glorifying the Creator: one such example is Oxford’s Dominus illuminatio mea (The Lord is my Light). Throughout life, knowledge is meant to nurture and develop us mentally, emotionally and spiritually. It doesn’t end when you’re finished with “Past Year Papers” or “Ten Year Series”.
Knowledge is a trust given to mankind. Therefore, our academic progress should not be taken lightly.
3. Education is our duty to our fellow men
“For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another.For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” (Galatians 5:13-14)
Whether you’re an Arts, Social Science or Commerce major, or in Junior College or Polytechnic … never forget your calling to serve the Lord through what is learnt in school. Education is a privilege – not a birthright – that many of our forefathers never had the opportunity to access.
Aside from using the path you take in your schooling to determine your future career, use it as a means to solve a problem outside your comfort zone – no matter whether it’s your community or country. While it takes many hands to solve the multi-faceted ills plaguing society today, God has given each of us a calling to labour in His love through the talents He has blessed us with (1 Corinthians 12:14-31) in a lifetime’s worth of learning.
Education is a privilege – not a birthright – that many of our forefathers never had the opportunity to access.
In the meantime, use your intellect to guide and coach others who are struggling in their education journey.
Personally it can be as simple as providing consultations or curricular reviews to university friends. This may sound counterintuitive in a rat-race or a bell-curve mentality, yet our “rivals” are simply our fellow brothers and sisters who we can and should reach out to – especially when it is within our power to do so.
We are exhorted in the apostles’ letters to usher in the Kingdom of God during our transitory lives on Earth, that the world will see and know Christ through our good works in His name (Matthew 5:16). So we must go beyond the need to do well in our studies.
We have a divine command to use our education and do good.
Speaking with my eyes: Living out loud in a silent world
by Isabelle Lim | 10 September 2018, 5:54 PM
Isabelle is a 24-year-old aspiring photographer who has Nager Syndrome, a rare condition. Born with profound deafness, she uses sign language to communicate. This interview was held in sign language, with her mother, Mrs Jacqueline Lim, who also acted as the interpreter.
There are only a few hundred known cases of Nager Syndrome in the world. I was born with multiple physical challenges in the areas of seeing, breathing, hearing and eating.
Besides my sight deficiency and being profoundly deaf, I was born with with a boneless thumb on each hand. Very early on I had my thumbs surgically removed and my index fingers re-positioned as thumbs. I also have fused elbows, as well as limited dexterity in my wrists.
When I was just a month old, the doctors at Singapore General Hospital (SGH) were unsure about how to treat my breathing difficulties but recommended a tracheostomy, an incision that would be made in my windpipe to allow air to flow better.
During those days, Singapore did not have the necessary kind of medical interventions, so we were recommended to a surgeon in Australia. The recommended hospital had more experience handling children with complex cranial-facial issues and jaw operations.
Because of my recessed jaw, it was also difficult to swallow food, which meant I had to be tube-fed for many years. Only around the age of 8 was I slowly progressing to porridge, and I had to carry packets of “Ensure” milk and porridge whenever I went to school, camps or family outings.
But even after my first jaw operation, I continued facing issues with my breathing, and I needed a Continuous Positive Air Pressure (CPAP) machine to assist my breathing at night. Together with my packed meals, I would have to carry this with me whenever I travelled.
Of all these physical limitations, being deaf is the most challenging because I need to communicate with people all the time. My parents put in the effort to learn sign language to communicate with me. Not every parent of a deaf child knows how to sign; this was their way of showing their love and support.
I studied at Balestier Hill Secondary School, one of the two mainstream schools in Singapore that accepted deaf children during that time. This meant I had resource teachers who interpreted lessons for the deaf.
Although I scored twelve points for my N-Levels, I decided to go to the Institute of Technical Education (ITE) to study accountancy. I was told by my resource teachers to be mentally prepared to survive without an interpreter.
I tried my very best to cope with the help of my buddies, but every day was like a battlefield – and I felt like I was fighting three times harder than I ever did. Lessons were like a silent movie! I was constantly chasing after lecturers for help outside classes. This eventually led to a loss of interest in studying altogether.
I had rarely experienced failure in secondary school, so this was a big blow to me. Thankfully, into my second year, God must have heard my cries, because the Singapore Association for the Deaf began providing an interpreter for deaf students in institutes of higher learning.
Finally, lessons came to life. There was progress shown in my results. In the same year, I found myself another buddy. During the next few months, I tried to catch up as much as I could, hoping that I would still able to gain admission into my dream polytechnic.
Although I did not go to that polytechnic, God opened a new door to pursue my new-found passion in photography through LASALLE College of the Arts, having honed my skills through the photography club in ITE as part of my co-curricular activity.
In the same way, God opened doors for me in church. From a young age, I joined the Special Sunday School ministry at Wesley Methodist Church. I only joined the youth ministry when I was in ITE, as I didn’t feel prepared to transition to a mainstream service before that.
In the first three weeks, my mother stayed with me to show the youths how to communicate with me. She found me an interpreter – my cell leader helped take notes and sign for me! My cell members started volunteering to take turns to note-take every Sunday to support me.
Initially I felt very stressed about bothering them, and worried about whether I would be accepted as the only deaf person in the ministry. However, in the end, they were very warm and accepting of me. After a while, many of them wanted to learn how to sign so that they could communicate with me.
Some of them even registered with our church’s Ministry of the Hearing Impaired (MHI) to learn sign language and become interpreters for our church. I have been so blessed by this community.
I remember when I was in secondary school, I would get jealous of other deaf children who were able to do physical exercises such as stretching and sit-ups.
However, now that I am older, I’ve learnt to turn my deafness to my advantage. Today, I work as a professional photographer, and photography makes full use of my gifts. I can focus on capturing whatever is in front of me without environmental distractions. I also do not need to speak much!
Still, I am faced with a lot of communication barriers in my industry. My mother is usually there to interpret for me when I have client work, but when she or an interpreter is not present, I face issues with people who assume that deaf people can naturally lip-read.
Sometimes, people with special needs may be forgotten or treated as invisible. I would like to see more employers hiring people with special needs in the workforce. What I do not like to see is for the deaf to be excluded and unemployed. It is a terrible feeling.
Whether it is through my deafness or my physical challenges, I want to be a walking testimony for God and an inspiration to others. God is my Father who knows me well – He knows my abilities, my strengths, and He knows what I can overcome.
The size of my camera does not matter. What matters most is using my God-given skills as a medium for my voice, and ultimately to shine for Jesus. I hope to overcome challenges and share the importance of looking beyond special needs, to the person and talent that lies within.
Because of His grace and provision, I graduated with a diploma in Fine Arts (Art Photography) from LASALLE College of the Arts in 2016, with the support of the Dare to Dream Scholarship. That same year, I held my first solo exhibition, “See What I See”, at the Enabling Village.
Photos taken by Isabelle
Last year, I held my second exhibition, “Living with Grace” a photo essay collaboration with my cousin, Tham Yin May, to raise funds for the Today Enable Fund.
To end, I would like to share a quote from Perception, a photography series of the special needs community by ND Chow, a Tokyo-based Singaporean portrait photographer.
“We hope for a world that looks beyond disabilities. A world where disabilities are not perceived as no abilities. A world that is kinder. A world that is free of bias. A world that is full of love. A world that is more inclusive, where everything is beautiful. Perception hopes for such a world.”
Isabelle’s story is from “Call Me By Name”, a collection of 23 stories of Singaporeans with special needs, and their families. It was curated by the Family Inclusion Network, a group of parents and volunteers with a heart to embrace persons with special needs and disabilities.
The book will be available on Gracework’s online store from September 1, 2018 onwards.
Having graduated from university, I feel like I’ve come to a halt where a forked road lies in front of me.
One path is called “God’s Will”, and the other is called the “The Worldly Way”. Good Christian girl as I am – I want to go down the first road obediently. But here’s the catch: Real life’s roads don’t have clear signages telling you which is which.
So how do we know whether the road we’re on is in accordance with the will of God?
Well, deciding on a direction is actually really easy, because God’s will can be carried out on both paths.
What is God’s will? So many Christians ask what God wants them to do when the main answer’s already there.
“Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” (Matthew 28:18-20)
In weighing up your options, look to choose a road that you will with traverse on with God – one where you’ll be salt and light for His kingdom. Selling insurance? Remind your clients of the greatest insurance plan yet – Jesus. Doing humanitarian work? While you’re meeting people’s physical needs, don’t forget to meet their ultimate spiritual need too – Jesus!
Just because you don’t know what God’s will is for your career yet, doesn’t mean you can’t carry out His will here and now.
Being salt and light (Matthew 5:13-16) for His kingdom doesn’t just mean evangelising at every opportunity, it also means living upright and holy lives.
Do you reflect Christ through your words and actions? Just because you don’t know what God’s will is for your career yet, doesn’t mean you can’t carry out His will here and now. As you let God guide you in your career, do what He’s already called all of us to – lifting His name up to those around us.
Some people are blessed with clear vision.
They may have a strong conviction or burden placed upon their hearts for certain communities or marketplaces to serve in – a specific calling from God for a specific people. I think most Christians don’t have that. But I believe that’s perfectly fine.
“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.” (1 Peter 4:10)
Being salt and light is something God has called all of us to – we who are “fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14) God has blessed us all with unique talents and gifts: Some are good at growing plants, others love taking care of animals, and others still, enjoy talking to children. Some are better with numbers while others are better with words or pictures.
Seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and God will do the rest.
What comes easier for you? What are you inclined towards?
Note that I didn’t ask, “What comes easier for you as compared to others?” or “What are you inclined toward as compared to others?”
My point is, examine yourself without comparing your gifts with others. There will always be someone who does a thing better than you, but that’s not what God’s about. Your gifts are yours, and He is more interested in your willingness to serve Him than your proficiencies. Have faith and assurance in God’s sovereignty, that He has given you your gifts and talents for a greater purpose.
“There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but in all of them and in everyone it is the same God at work.” (1 Corinthians 12:5-6)
So what’s next after graduation? Seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and God will do the rest.
I still haven’t found a job, and admittedly it does make me feel slightly anxious. But I know that God’s plan is good and He will open the right doors for me. Whichever door I do eventually choose to step through, I only pray that I’ll continue to be salt and light when I walk through it.
With the assurance that God will use me for His glory, I set forth courageously into this new phase of life.