Post by Zac Loh on Nov 7, 2005 22:58:41 GMT -5
A miraculous incident of God’s goodness – of His provision for me.
It happened at a season when I was self-supporting… but had been jobless for two months! I stretching my faith daily… just for my meals. I was eating humble pie that was good for my soul ...but my stomach kept crying-out!
One day, I was extremely hungry. My heart burst-out with a prayerful complain (something like Job!). I said, “God, I have been going to church twice a week faithfully for the past one year, and now, I don’t even have the faith in me to ask you for a meal!”
The spirit of worship came upon me amidst my crocodile tears. A short while later, I forgot about the whole ordeal, and doze-off on the couch.
Within ten minutes, I heard footsteps coming-up the stairs. My housemate came home during his working hours, and traveled twenty minutes from his office… carrying a huge container of home-made noodles (`hor fun’ in Cantonese)! This was richly prepared, tasted delicious, personally delivered to me ...better than anything I could get at the food stalls!
What transpired was that the wife of my housemate’s boss asked him to bring it to our church elder who was the chief tenant of the house I was living-in. But guess what... no one was home (or would be home)… except me!
It happened at a season when I was self-supporting… but had been jobless for two months! I stretching my faith daily… just for my meals. I was eating humble pie that was good for my soul ...but my stomach kept crying-out!
One day, I was extremely hungry. My heart burst-out with a prayerful complain (something like Job!). I said, “God, I have been going to church twice a week faithfully for the past one year, and now, I don’t even have the faith in me to ask you for a meal!”
The spirit of worship came upon me amidst my crocodile tears. A short while later, I forgot about the whole ordeal, and doze-off on the couch.
Within ten minutes, I heard footsteps coming-up the stairs. My housemate came home during his working hours, and traveled twenty minutes from his office… carrying a huge container of home-made noodles (`hor fun’ in Cantonese)! This was richly prepared, tasted delicious, personally delivered to me ...better than anything I could get at the food stalls!
What transpired was that the wife of my housemate’s boss asked him to bring it to our church elder who was the chief tenant of the house I was living-in. But guess what... no one was home (or would be home)… except me!