Lamb of God Gift of Faith

Lamb of God, how Great is our Jesus. I would like to share as a Christian how Jesus has been blessing me all these years with Love, Joy, Peace and lately the Gift of Faith. At times, things just happens like miracle. I just can't help but sing praises to His name and Worship Him. May our Lord Jesus bless you abundantly and exceedingly in every aspects of your life. Let all of us Praise the Lord.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Lamb of God - My Dad Changed!

After that incident, my dad started to change.

He told my mum that he would not follow my uncle job hopped because of some minor disagreement with the colleagues. And he really meant it.

After another quarrel with a colleague, my uncle left the factory but my dad insisted staying on.

Whenever my dad met some unpleasant encounters at the factory, when he came home, he would not throw his temper the way he used to, instead, he just complained to us.

My dad had changed, as times went by, he became even more mellow. Praise the Lord for the transformation.

But my mum's feeling towards him did not improve.

When my dad's business came crushing down, my dad could not get a job, my mum did not complain, she just went out to get a job after staying home as a house wife for more than 20 years.

She worked in McDonald's, or worked as a tea lady in the office, she did all the hardwork including washing the toilets. My mum was a tough woman. I want to thank the Lord for giving me such a wonderful woman as my mum.

I will be most happy if my mum receive Jesus Christ as her savior and Lord. Whenever I brought up the subject of salvation, she would brush it aside, but I will press on!

Lord, help me! I want to see all my family members saved.


Lamb of God Gift of Faith

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Lamb of God - My Dad Was About To Jump Down And I Did Not Stop Him!

Eventually, my dad closed his furniture shop.

Since young my impression of my dad was he was a very bad tempered person.

I could still remembered when I was around 4 year-old (I had superb memory when I was a little boy) staying in Christmas Island, one night my dad and my mum were quarrelling, I was on the canvass bed and they were just standing around my bed. My dad was yelling at my mum, I remembered my mum asked him to stop yelling coz' we (my younger sister and me) were so frightened and crying, but he did not.

Since young, my dad always made a big fuss out of very little thing. He would slammed the door, he also liked to slam the hammer (he was a carpenter, so he had all these tools) against the table, I guess this was his way for letting out his frustration, but praise the Lord, he never hit us.
He quit smoking when he had an asthmatic attack, he was not a drinker though he loved a can of beer a day. Though he did not really gamble at the race course or at the casino, he spent a lot of money on 4-D and Toto. A few hundred dollars each week.

When we were little children, my sister and I used to complain why we had such a horrible father. How nice if our father was like someone's father.

Anyway, looking back now, he was not that very worst, at least he supported us our study and he was faithful to my mum. Praise the Lord.

When he closed down his business, he and his brother (my uncle) started working for people, people used to be his suppliers. It was tough, he was the boss but now he had to take orders from those he used to give orders.

Both of them could not take it, they quarreled with colleagues and bosses and they job hopped.

The dad's temper was getting worse, almost everyday, he quarreled with my mum.

One night, I was awaken in the middle of the night because they were quarrelling in the bedroom, I had to jump down from my bed and shouted at their room to ask them to 'shut up' as I needed to work the following day.

The water kept boiling until one evening, they were quarrelling again. This time, my dad smashed a glass cup onto the floor, my mum was so angry, she asked him to "go to die". My dad was so mad that he lost his senses, took his key to open the door, wanting to jump down from our apartment at the 10th storey.

My sis and I were just standing next to the door, we did not stop him. In fact, we always wanted to live our lives without him, we had so much pain in us that we wished he was not our dad.

We were looking at him fumbling to open the main door to the corridor as if he was a stranger to us. It was really sad!

The moment he was about to open the door, my mum shorted at us "Stop him, no matter what has happened, he is your father!", we woke up and pulled him back. My mind was totally blank then. I was like a robot following instruction, I and my sister pulled him back, forced him to sit down and tried to calm him down.

Until now, I am still not sure why I did not stop him.
Was I really had no feeling for him or I did not believe he would jump down.

But, praise the Lord, at least the worst did not happen that I would regret for the rest of my life.


Lamb of God Gift of Faith

Monday, October 16, 2006

Lamb of God - I Almost Murdered My Father!

During those days working as a draftsman, because of condition of my digestion system, my health was really bad.

At home, my dad ran a furniture shop, the business was no doing well, just got by. He was not a true blue businessman.

The reason of him setting up the shop was to get his brother, my uncle to work for him, so that he would not go gambling, but still he did.

During weekend, my uncle would spend his day and night gambling away, and worst, he lost most of the times. And my parents had to help to pay his debt for him, but he did not change his gambling habit. His debt ranged from thousands to ten thousands or more. That was a lot of money in the sixties and early seventies.

I could still remember, once because of his gambling debt, he and my dad was quarrelling after dinner. Both of them were pretty hot tempered persons. My uncle smashed a beer bottle and one piece of the broken glass flew towards me and cut my leg. My mum ran over to hug me and pulled me behind her. She was so mad she sounded at my uncle. I had never seen my mum so angry. I knew she loved me very very much.

Love could make a person strong, and a person would do things she/he would not do under normal circumstances. My mum was a very gentle person, but when came to protecting her children, she became strong.......... there were more incidences, I shall share more in my future posts.

This reminds me.............. of God's love for us.
Because of His love for us, He send His only begotten son, Jesus the Lamb of God to die for us, so that whoever believes in Him shall be saved. ........Simply because He loves us. How great is thy love.

To solve my uncle's gambling habit, my dad decided to open his shop for business even on Sundays and holidays, so that my dad could watch over my uncle 7 days a week.

Though his Sundays were away in the shop (my mum and I chose to stay at home), I still had time with my dad as I came to the shop after work for dinner. My mum was helping him at the shop on book keeping as well as preparing meals for my dad, my uncle and my grandfather.

So though I did not spend much time with him but I still met him at the dinner table.
Normally, I left the shop for home after dinner. By the time my dad reached home, I was asleep.
I mentioned in my earlier post that my aunt and her family in Perth Australia promised to support my study in Perth. She had prepared a room in her house for me, even a car for me.

Though I did not spend much time in the shop, I sensed something was not right.
I decided to shelf my idea of going to Perth to further my study. I guess my Aunt must be very disappointed with me breaking my promise and she wasted all her effort in preparing for my stay.

Since young, I have a strong six sense..... or was it God talking to me?

When I told my mum I changed my mind of going overseas study, she insisted supporting me and asked me to just go ahead and she would managed everything back home. But I stayed on.

I was right, my dad business went really bad and the shop was closed within a year.
Life became worse and he almost committed suicide, and if he really killed himself, I was the murderer...... because I witnessed the whole happening and I did not pull him back from jumping down from our apartment at 10 stories high......!!!!!!

sorry...................


Lamb of God Gift of Faith