let lemons be angry

God be glorified.

I had never seen God so glorified in a room, in people's lives, in such a wide context. My singaporean eyes had seen too little to understand how real He is. All my prayers consisted of what seem now like little things; while across the globe people are praying to keep their lives for Christ. And prayer, prayer. What is prayer? How can the prayer of a little human being make any difference to the heart of the Creator God? But it does, and because of that I will never pray a powerless prayer again.

And i'd never understood how human beings could radiate His love. An overused phrase by now, "radiate His love", said so many times that I never stopped to find out what it meant. But this is how we radiate His love: everywhere we walked people were saying hello, smiling, genuinely wanting to know this other creation of God. Out the window were all the shades of racism and judgment, because God was among us, in us, the only reason we'd gathered in korea.

This is not some airy-fairy post about spirituality and world peace. This is about the God who made the universe but who loves us unconditionally. There will never be spirituality apart from God, for He created in us the instinct for the immaterial. Neither will there ever be world peace while we are in the world. This post is just about God, who i'd left out of almost all my writings thinking He'd be irrelevant or offensive. How small-minded of me, to belittle the most important person in my life.