Some people are very demanding. They take advantage of you and your kindness. And they don't even thank you or show appreciation. Do we keep on giving? Retired General John Gowans has something to tell us today.
"Since I began to follow;
Men have been robbing me
Left,right and centre;
Taken my time, my strength,
My wit, my warmth, myself!
They snatch my sympathy,
My pity, yes my love,
And ran!
And left me emptied, poor,
I'll put a stop to that!
I'll not be robbed again,
Not I!
Now I will GIVE my heart,
My love, myself,
I can't be robbed
Of what I gladly give!" (John Gowans)
Think of what our Lord gave on that first Good Friday. Jesus gave of Himself for us all. He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good; that we might go at last to heaven saved by His precious blood.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Visit of Hurstville Songsters
We did not attend the workshop on Saturday afternoon, but received very positive reports from those who participated. At our age we have to be selective as we do not have the same energy as we had even five years ago!
We had a great time on Saturday evening which began with the Songsters singing "This is the Day," Those who took part in the workshop were invited to the platform to join in singing of this beautiful piece "Holy Spirit, You are welcome here" What a delight to see young and the not so young on the platform enjoying the singing.
The visiting Songsters put together a good programme which brought much blessing to all who attended.
As usual on Easter morning, William Booth Corps held their Sunrise service in the compound. This year the Corps had the support and participation of the Hurtsville Songsters. We did not attend, but could hear the singing from our flat. We were getting ready to go to Chinese Corps at Bishan, so due to time constraints we gave the Sunrise service as miss.
Lieut. Colonel Tan Thean Seng came for us just before 8.00 a.m. and took us to his Corps. As soon as we arrived we participated in the "Stations of the Cross." Then we went to the main hall for the meeting. The hall was full. There was the commissioning of local officers and I was asked to pray the dedicatory prayer. Chinese Corps is a growing and lively Corps and it is always a joy to be invited to join them in worship.
We had a good meeting and my message was ably translated by Sister Esther Lee. She is an excellent interpreter - one of the best I've ever known.
We had lunch, after which my wife attended the Ladies' fellowship where she gave the devotional message. I went downstairs to join the Central Corps folk for their meeting and of course to see our grandchildren - David, Rachel and Andrew' the two older ones are in the band.
Some of the Hurstville Songsters were present for this meeting and participated. Two gave testimonies and Colonel Rhondda Durstan gave the Bible message.
It is interesting to note that Colonel Rhondda Durstan is the sister of John and David Rees, twin brothers who at one time served in Singapore. They were not officers then and my wife and I were privileged to be their Corps Officers (pastors)in the early seventies at Central Corps. John and his wife Narelle, (now Divisional Commanders) David and his wife Christine (now Corps Officers) were excellent supporters of the Corps during our time.
We stayed on at Bishan and at 2.00 p.m joined with the Balestier folk for their meeting conducted by the Hurstville Songsters. By the time the meeting ended we really felt very tired and was glad to get home. Judy Chun very kindly gave us a lift home. We had a great day - exhausted, but truly blessed.
Thank God for a good weekend. To God be the glory.
We had a great time on Saturday evening which began with the Songsters singing "This is the Day," Those who took part in the workshop were invited to the platform to join in singing of this beautiful piece "Holy Spirit, You are welcome here" What a delight to see young and the not so young on the platform enjoying the singing.
The visiting Songsters put together a good programme which brought much blessing to all who attended.
As usual on Easter morning, William Booth Corps held their Sunrise service in the compound. This year the Corps had the support and participation of the Hurtsville Songsters. We did not attend, but could hear the singing from our flat. We were getting ready to go to Chinese Corps at Bishan, so due to time constraints we gave the Sunrise service as miss.
Lieut. Colonel Tan Thean Seng came for us just before 8.00 a.m. and took us to his Corps. As soon as we arrived we participated in the "Stations of the Cross." Then we went to the main hall for the meeting. The hall was full. There was the commissioning of local officers and I was asked to pray the dedicatory prayer. Chinese Corps is a growing and lively Corps and it is always a joy to be invited to join them in worship.
We had a good meeting and my message was ably translated by Sister Esther Lee. She is an excellent interpreter - one of the best I've ever known.
We had lunch, after which my wife attended the Ladies' fellowship where she gave the devotional message. I went downstairs to join the Central Corps folk for their meeting and of course to see our grandchildren - David, Rachel and Andrew' the two older ones are in the band.
Some of the Hurstville Songsters were present for this meeting and participated. Two gave testimonies and Colonel Rhondda Durstan gave the Bible message.
It is interesting to note that Colonel Rhondda Durstan is the sister of John and David Rees, twin brothers who at one time served in Singapore. They were not officers then and my wife and I were privileged to be their Corps Officers (pastors)in the early seventies at Central Corps. John and his wife Narelle, (now Divisional Commanders) David and his wife Christine (now Corps Officers) were excellent supporters of the Corps during our time.
We stayed on at Bishan and at 2.00 p.m joined with the Balestier folk for their meeting conducted by the Hurstville Songsters. By the time the meeting ended we really felt very tired and was glad to get home. Judy Chun very kindly gave us a lift home. We had a great day - exhausted, but truly blessed.
Thank God for a good weekend. To God be the glory.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Good Friday Worship
We attended the combined meeting at Central Corps this morning. The auditorium was full - balcony as well.
We were pleased to have the Hurstville Songsters from Sydney Australia visiting us for the weekend. They had already visited The Salvation Army in Ipoh, Kuala Lumpur and Malacca.
The meeting began with the Songsters singing that beautiful hymn "When I survey the wondrous cross." It was sung with feeling and expression. I was greatly touched and blessed.
The two bands- Central and William Booth combined to provide music for this special meeting. They played well. The Territorial Commander Colonel Gillian Downer gave words of welcome to our visitors. After the Scripture reading, the songsters led the congregation in the singing of "Worthy is the Lamb" and "Praise You." Ashlee Sheppard was the soloist. Testimonies were given by Lieut. Colonel Pam Hodge and Glenys McKeon. Just before the Bible message the Songsters sang the old hymn "Nothing but the blood of Jesus." These old hymns have brought much blessing to people through the ages.
The Corps Officer of Hurstville Corps Major Trevor Nicol gave the Bible message "It was for me." He referred to the three cross of Calvary - the cross of repentance, of rejection and of redemption."
During the singing of the song "He wore the thorns" by the visiting Songsters, a number of people responded to the appeal to kneel at the Mercy Seat to seek the Saviour.
The meeting was somewhat marred by lack of reverence. Our people seem to think they should clap after every item to show their appreciation. But the songsters gave their item as an act of worship not performance. Therefore the people should thank God for the message but not clap.
Applause is primarily the expression of thanks, appreciation or approval. Audiences are usually expected to applaud after a performance, such as a musical, concert, speech or play. It is good to give encouragement to our performers, but we were worshipping this morning,
When our Songsters, band or soloists give an item, it is an act of worship, not a performance. We sing and play our instruments unto the Lord to glorify His name. When we hear an item rendered well, in our hearts let us thank God and give Him the glory. I do not think it is appropriate to applaud by clapping. We can always show our appreciation by telling the person after the meeting how much we have been blessed by the song, item or message.
Of course, we clap our hands in our meetings or services, for example when we sing "Glory, glory Hallelujah" or "There is power in the Blood of the Lamb." We rejoice in the Lord, but we are not applauding anyone. This clapping is the expression of the joy in our hearts. We are encouraged to clap our hands and praise Him with voices and instruments. Of course, this should also be done in decency and order. We cannot allow our free and easy method of worship to degenerate into flippancy.
In the midst of our rejoicing, there need always be reverence. Let there be a reverential spirit when we worship. "But I, by your great mercy, will come into your house; in reverence will I bow down toward your holy temple." Psalm 5: 7
Let us wise and discerning - there is a time and place for everything. In worship let us show reverence.
We were pleased to have the Hurstville Songsters from Sydney Australia visiting us for the weekend. They had already visited The Salvation Army in Ipoh, Kuala Lumpur and Malacca.
The meeting began with the Songsters singing that beautiful hymn "When I survey the wondrous cross." It was sung with feeling and expression. I was greatly touched and blessed.
The two bands- Central and William Booth combined to provide music for this special meeting. They played well. The Territorial Commander Colonel Gillian Downer gave words of welcome to our visitors. After the Scripture reading, the songsters led the congregation in the singing of "Worthy is the Lamb" and "Praise You." Ashlee Sheppard was the soloist. Testimonies were given by Lieut. Colonel Pam Hodge and Glenys McKeon. Just before the Bible message the Songsters sang the old hymn "Nothing but the blood of Jesus." These old hymns have brought much blessing to people through the ages.
The Corps Officer of Hurstville Corps Major Trevor Nicol gave the Bible message "It was for me." He referred to the three cross of Calvary - the cross of repentance, of rejection and of redemption."
During the singing of the song "He wore the thorns" by the visiting Songsters, a number of people responded to the appeal to kneel at the Mercy Seat to seek the Saviour.
The meeting was somewhat marred by lack of reverence. Our people seem to think they should clap after every item to show their appreciation. But the songsters gave their item as an act of worship not performance. Therefore the people should thank God for the message but not clap.
Applause is primarily the expression of thanks, appreciation or approval. Audiences are usually expected to applaud after a performance, such as a musical, concert, speech or play. It is good to give encouragement to our performers, but we were worshipping this morning,
When our Songsters, band or soloists give an item, it is an act of worship, not a performance. We sing and play our instruments unto the Lord to glorify His name. When we hear an item rendered well, in our hearts let us thank God and give Him the glory. I do not think it is appropriate to applaud by clapping. We can always show our appreciation by telling the person after the meeting how much we have been blessed by the song, item or message.
Of course, we clap our hands in our meetings or services, for example when we sing "Glory, glory Hallelujah" or "There is power in the Blood of the Lamb." We rejoice in the Lord, but we are not applauding anyone. This clapping is the expression of the joy in our hearts. We are encouraged to clap our hands and praise Him with voices and instruments. Of course, this should also be done in decency and order. We cannot allow our free and easy method of worship to degenerate into flippancy.
In the midst of our rejoicing, there need always be reverence. Let there be a reverential spirit when we worship. "But I, by your great mercy, will come into your house; in reverence will I bow down toward your holy temple." Psalm 5: 7
Let us wise and discerning - there is a time and place for everything. In worship let us show reverence.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Palm Sunday
Palm Sunday. Crowds lined the street to welcome Jesus. They were exuberant; some threw their garments on the dusty road for the donkey to walk. Why? That animal had a special rider on it - Jesus. They waved Palm branches jubilantly and enthusiastically in the air. They shouted 'hosannas.' By the time the the parade reached the city the whole city was roused. This day marked time of celebration where Jesus was welcomed and worshipped.
The crowd was eager to support Him when He gave them what they wanted. There is such a thing as bought loyalty that depends on favours, or to put it bluntly on bribes. Recall after the feeding of the five thousand, they wanted to make Jesus King. Jesus had to leave them for He did not want to rule an earthly kingdom. To do so would have sidetracked Him from His eternal purpose. His mission was to establish the Kingdom of God, the spiritual kingdom throughout the entire world.
Less than a week later the people, were shouting "crucify Him." We assume they were the same people who welcomed Him on Palm Sunday. If that was so, then I can describe them as fickle. Human fickleness! We see this every day in our society. Fickleness is due to lack of commitment. A committed faith is not blocked by personal trial or crisis or benefits withdrawn.
Many come to God expecting everything to be good. Maybe some hiccups here and there, every now and again. But when a real crisis comes, when the bottom drops out for us, we raise the question, "Why? Why should this happen to me?" We blame God. A committed faith in God takes the good and bad. O we need to examine our faith - is it casual or committed?
During the discussion in our Adult Bible class, one member. Bruce came up with the thought that it could be possible the people which shouted "crucify Him" was a different crowd from the one which welcomed Jesus on Palm Sunday. He suggested that this crowd could be paid by the chief priests and enemies of Christ to demonstrate during the trial. Bribery! Quite possible. Again we come to the subject of human greed or materialism. In some countries, voters are paid to vote! They vote not for the good or interest of the country, but for personal gain.
Well it was an interesting study of the attitude towards Jesus on the two different occasions.
God has given us the gift of free will - we are allowed to choose. We can accept Him or reject Him. I am reminded of the poem written by our poet General John Gowans called "choice"
Is choice a tragedy?
It seems to me
It very often is,
But must it be?
Would it be
If I couldn't choose?
Lord, in your mercy
Teach me how to use
The precious power
You dangerously given
To choose the way I work,
The way I live.
I don't ask You
To take the gift away,
But guide me in my choices,
Everyday.
The crowd was eager to support Him when He gave them what they wanted. There is such a thing as bought loyalty that depends on favours, or to put it bluntly on bribes. Recall after the feeding of the five thousand, they wanted to make Jesus King. Jesus had to leave them for He did not want to rule an earthly kingdom. To do so would have sidetracked Him from His eternal purpose. His mission was to establish the Kingdom of God, the spiritual kingdom throughout the entire world.
Less than a week later the people, were shouting "crucify Him." We assume they were the same people who welcomed Him on Palm Sunday. If that was so, then I can describe them as fickle. Human fickleness! We see this every day in our society. Fickleness is due to lack of commitment. A committed faith is not blocked by personal trial or crisis or benefits withdrawn.
Many come to God expecting everything to be good. Maybe some hiccups here and there, every now and again. But when a real crisis comes, when the bottom drops out for us, we raise the question, "Why? Why should this happen to me?" We blame God. A committed faith in God takes the good and bad. O we need to examine our faith - is it casual or committed?
During the discussion in our Adult Bible class, one member. Bruce came up with the thought that it could be possible the people which shouted "crucify Him" was a different crowd from the one which welcomed Jesus on Palm Sunday. He suggested that this crowd could be paid by the chief priests and enemies of Christ to demonstrate during the trial. Bribery! Quite possible. Again we come to the subject of human greed or materialism. In some countries, voters are paid to vote! They vote not for the good or interest of the country, but for personal gain.
Well it was an interesting study of the attitude towards Jesus on the two different occasions.
God has given us the gift of free will - we are allowed to choose. We can accept Him or reject Him. I am reminded of the poem written by our poet General John Gowans called "choice"
Is choice a tragedy?
It seems to me
It very often is,
But must it be?
Would it be
If I couldn't choose?
Lord, in your mercy
Teach me how to use
The precious power
You dangerously given
To choose the way I work,
The way I live.
I don't ask You
To take the gift away,
But guide me in my choices,
Everyday.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Eye surgery
My wife had cataract surgery yesterday at National University of Singapore. This morning we went again to see the doctor. We thank God for excellent medical services in our country. I believe it is God who heals, and He uses doctors and surgeons to to carry out this wonderful ministry of healing.
I had mine done about 14 years ago at Tan Tock Seng Hospital. This was recommended by Dr. Alex Chao the Corps Sergeant Major of Singapore Central Corps. He was promoted to Glory during SARS epidemic. As I sat waiting for my wife, I thanked God for our many friends in the healing ministry. I believe God is the Healer.
At even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
O, with how many pains they met!
O, with what joy they went away!
Once more 'tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near;
What if Thyself we cannot see?
We know that Thou art ever near.
O Savior Christ, our woes dispel;
For some are sick, and some are sad;
And some have never loved Thee well,
And some have lost the love they had.
And some are pressed with worldly care
And some are tried with sinful doubt;
And some such grievous passions tear,
That only Thou canst cast them out.
And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would serve Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.
O Savior Christ, Thou too art man;
Thou has been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide.
Thy touch has still its ancient power.
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.
I had mine done about 14 years ago at Tan Tock Seng Hospital. This was recommended by Dr. Alex Chao the Corps Sergeant Major of Singapore Central Corps. He was promoted to Glory during SARS epidemic. As I sat waiting for my wife, I thanked God for our many friends in the healing ministry. I believe God is the Healer.
At even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
O, with how many pains they met!
O, with what joy they went away!
Once more 'tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near;
What if Thyself we cannot see?
We know that Thou art ever near.
O Savior Christ, our woes dispel;
For some are sick, and some are sad;
And some have never loved Thee well,
And some have lost the love they had.
And some are pressed with worldly care
And some are tried with sinful doubt;
And some such grievous passions tear,
That only Thou canst cast them out.
And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would serve Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.
O Savior Christ, Thou too art man;
Thou has been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide.
Thy touch has still its ancient power.
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
This is my story - 55
55 – To a new Appointment - Hong Kong/Taiwan
Normally when children grow up they leave their parents to set up their own homes. In our case, it was the reverse; we were leaving two children behind – Gladys 22 and Stephen 20 to fend for themselves. It was with a tinge of sorrow that we met that evening, 5th January 1982 for family prayers for the last time. We read the Bible and I offered praise and thanks to our Heavenly Father for the many years of blessing for the family and then committed them to Him for His safe keeping.
We left home the next morning at about 9.00 a.m - the whole family of five packed in the yellow Ford Escort which had served us (and the PR Secretary for his Malaysian trips) nearly nine years! I drove it for the last time to Changi Airport and Stephen was tasked to drive it back to Command Headquarters and hand the keys over to Lieut. Colonel Maxwell.
Officers and other comrades were at the airport to big us farewell. At 10.30 a.m. Lieut. Colonel Maxwell called the group together and after offering the final prayer instructed everyone to leave so that the Lim family could be together for the last few minutes. The final call came; we bade Gladys and Stephen farewell. It was a painful parting as my wife and I with Poh Chin in a wheel chair moved towards the departure lounge. The stewardess was on board to help wheel Poh Chin up the ramp and we were the first to embark. We left on Cathay Pacific CX 710. Good bye Singapore – the land of my birth and upbringing to new ventures in answer to the call of God.
The plane landed at Kai Tak Airport at 3.00 p.m. – Hong Kong, the land of my wife’s birth! To her it was ‘balek kampong.’ We received VIP treatment, thanks to the efforts of the Public Relations Secretary Captain John McPherson and the reputation of The Salvation Army. He had been in touch with the Airport authorities to make the arrangements for our welcome. We did not even have to queue up for the immigration or customs. The General Secretary Major Moira Wright and Captain John McPherson were at the tarmac to greet and escort us to meet the welcoming party of officers, Salvationists, friends waiting outside with the flags and banners and beaming smiles!
The Press was waiting at the VIP room to interview the new Officer Commanding. It was the first time an Asian, and ethnic Chinese was taking charge of Hong Kong. They posed their questions and I responded to the best of my ability. The next day Hong Kong’s main paper, The South China Morning Post had a report of the interview with a big picture of me and my wife. The caption was “Soldier of mercy takes up new post” They highlighted the fact that my father was a stowaway from Shantou (Swatow) China and also my wife was born in Hong Kong. The report and photograph took more than half a page, certainly very generous coverage.
Staff of the Public Relations Department, Simon Wong the assistant, and Eddie Chan the driver saw to our luggage and soon we were on our way to our quarters at Castle Peak Road. – a bungalow up on a hill called Pink Villa some 16 kilometres from Kowloon city. Major Moira Wright occupied the upstairs unit and we had the ground floor. The scenery was beautiful. From the lounge we could see the sea with Chinese junks gliding calmly across the waters. There was another identical house in the same compound and at that time unoccupied.
O it was cold and to us from the tropics it was freezing! When we left Singapore the temperature was 32 degrees Celcius. Three and a half hours later we were in Hong Kong; it was 6 degrees! The quarters did not have central heating, but in each room was a kerosene heater. We had to learn to live in a different climate with the four seasons - spring, summer, autumn and winter in contrast with Singapore’s three – hot, hotter and hottest! In life we just have to learn to adjust to the different climates and ways of living.
That first evening in Hong Kong we had our usual family prayer together. We thanked God for safe arrival, for the many years of blessing, for His greatness, His goodness and graciousness. Then we committed our two older children in Singapore, plus our many friends to God’s safe keeping.
Surrounded by such beauty, calm sea, hills, trees, shrubs, flowers I thought of words of assurance by John Greenleaf Whittier, one of my favourite poets in his poem “The Eternal Goodness’
“I know now where his islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond his love and care.”
Normally when children grow up they leave their parents to set up their own homes. In our case, it was the reverse; we were leaving two children behind – Gladys 22 and Stephen 20 to fend for themselves. It was with a tinge of sorrow that we met that evening, 5th January 1982 for family prayers for the last time. We read the Bible and I offered praise and thanks to our Heavenly Father for the many years of blessing for the family and then committed them to Him for His safe keeping.
We left home the next morning at about 9.00 a.m - the whole family of five packed in the yellow Ford Escort which had served us (and the PR Secretary for his Malaysian trips) nearly nine years! I drove it for the last time to Changi Airport and Stephen was tasked to drive it back to Command Headquarters and hand the keys over to Lieut. Colonel Maxwell.
Officers and other comrades were at the airport to big us farewell. At 10.30 a.m. Lieut. Colonel Maxwell called the group together and after offering the final prayer instructed everyone to leave so that the Lim family could be together for the last few minutes. The final call came; we bade Gladys and Stephen farewell. It was a painful parting as my wife and I with Poh Chin in a wheel chair moved towards the departure lounge. The stewardess was on board to help wheel Poh Chin up the ramp and we were the first to embark. We left on Cathay Pacific CX 710. Good bye Singapore – the land of my birth and upbringing to new ventures in answer to the call of God.
The plane landed at Kai Tak Airport at 3.00 p.m. – Hong Kong, the land of my wife’s birth! To her it was ‘balek kampong.’ We received VIP treatment, thanks to the efforts of the Public Relations Secretary Captain John McPherson and the reputation of The Salvation Army. He had been in touch with the Airport authorities to make the arrangements for our welcome. We did not even have to queue up for the immigration or customs. The General Secretary Major Moira Wright and Captain John McPherson were at the tarmac to greet and escort us to meet the welcoming party of officers, Salvationists, friends waiting outside with the flags and banners and beaming smiles!
The Press was waiting at the VIP room to interview the new Officer Commanding. It was the first time an Asian, and ethnic Chinese was taking charge of Hong Kong. They posed their questions and I responded to the best of my ability. The next day Hong Kong’s main paper, The South China Morning Post had a report of the interview with a big picture of me and my wife. The caption was “Soldier of mercy takes up new post” They highlighted the fact that my father was a stowaway from Shantou (Swatow) China and also my wife was born in Hong Kong. The report and photograph took more than half a page, certainly very generous coverage.
Staff of the Public Relations Department, Simon Wong the assistant, and Eddie Chan the driver saw to our luggage and soon we were on our way to our quarters at Castle Peak Road. – a bungalow up on a hill called Pink Villa some 16 kilometres from Kowloon city. Major Moira Wright occupied the upstairs unit and we had the ground floor. The scenery was beautiful. From the lounge we could see the sea with Chinese junks gliding calmly across the waters. There was another identical house in the same compound and at that time unoccupied.
O it was cold and to us from the tropics it was freezing! When we left Singapore the temperature was 32 degrees Celcius. Three and a half hours later we were in Hong Kong; it was 6 degrees! The quarters did not have central heating, but in each room was a kerosene heater. We had to learn to live in a different climate with the four seasons - spring, summer, autumn and winter in contrast with Singapore’s three – hot, hotter and hottest! In life we just have to learn to adjust to the different climates and ways of living.
That first evening in Hong Kong we had our usual family prayer together. We thanked God for safe arrival, for the many years of blessing, for His greatness, His goodness and graciousness. Then we committed our two older children in Singapore, plus our many friends to God’s safe keeping.
Surrounded by such beauty, calm sea, hills, trees, shrubs, flowers I thought of words of assurance by John Greenleaf Whittier, one of my favourite poets in his poem “The Eternal Goodness’
“I know now where his islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond his love and care.”
Monday, April 11, 2011
The sifting of Peter
Our Lent Bible study was on Peter. Jesus warned him about the fierceness of Satan's power. Satan would sift him as wheat. Peter failed miserably, but it was not a lasting or permanent kind of failure. After his denial of Jesus, he went out and wept bitterly (Luke 22: 61-62) The Holy Spirit brought to Peter's memory the words of Jesus, "I have prayed for you." They brought hope and comfort to his soul.Peter also recalled the instruction, "When you have returned to Me, strengthen your brothers."
Peter was the first disciple to reach the tomb when they were told that Jesus had risen. He was on the beach with the risen Lord when He said, "Peter, feed my sheep. Peter was there worshipping when Jesus was translated to Glory. Peter became a mighty preacher and missionary and leader of the church. We fail sometimes, but failure need not be final.
I am reminded of the song written by John Gowans in the musical "Jesus Folk"
Knowing my failings, knowing my fears,
Seeing my sorrow, drying my tears.
Jesus recall me, me re-ordain;
You know I love you, use me again.
I have no secrets unknown to you,
No special graces, talents are few;
Yet your intention I would fulfill;
You know I love you, ask what you will.
For the far future I cannot see,
Promise your presence, travel with me;
Sunshine or shadows? I cannot tell;
You know I love you, all will be well.
Peter was the first disciple to reach the tomb when they were told that Jesus had risen. He was on the beach with the risen Lord when He said, "Peter, feed my sheep. Peter was there worshipping when Jesus was translated to Glory. Peter became a mighty preacher and missionary and leader of the church. We fail sometimes, but failure need not be final.
I am reminded of the song written by John Gowans in the musical "Jesus Folk"
Knowing my failings, knowing my fears,
Seeing my sorrow, drying my tears.
Jesus recall me, me re-ordain;
You know I love you, use me again.
I have no secrets unknown to you,
No special graces, talents are few;
Yet your intention I would fulfill;
You know I love you, ask what you will.
For the far future I cannot see,
Promise your presence, travel with me;
Sunshine or shadows? I cannot tell;
You know I love you, all will be well.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Still pressing on!
My wife and I have officially been retired fourteen years. Retired from active Salvation Army officership that is, but certainly not from ministry. Our calling is for life, not for just a season.
Lots of things we had planned to do during retirement are still not done! Where has all the time gone? There are things undone, and things half done; some things have been put off and some things not even attempted yet. I am reminded of what John Keats wrote many years ago.
"When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
I have just completed chapter 54 of "This is my story"- my autobiography. After living for half a century and serving 28 years as a Salvation Army officer in Singapore and Malaysia, we were appointed to take charge of the Army's work in Hong Kong and Taiwan. So next chapter will be on Hong Kong - January 1983 to June 1990 - seven and a half years of adventure for the Lord.
I have also committed to doing Bible lessons on Revelation and up till now have completed 34 lessons. So there is plenty to do yet and will there be time given me to continue writing my memoirs? I don't know. The Lord knows.
I remind myself there is an appointed time for everything.
A time to give birth, and a time to die:
A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to tear down, and a time to build up.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing;
A time to search, and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
These words written so many years ago are appropriate for us today. “For everything there is a season. A time to be born and a time to die.” In one brief statement Solomon expressed the fragility of life. “There is a time to be born and a time to die.”
Now time to stop and get on with some work!
Lots of things we had planned to do during retirement are still not done! Where has all the time gone? There are things undone, and things half done; some things have been put off and some things not even attempted yet. I am reminded of what John Keats wrote many years ago.
"When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
I have just completed chapter 54 of "This is my story"- my autobiography. After living for half a century and serving 28 years as a Salvation Army officer in Singapore and Malaysia, we were appointed to take charge of the Army's work in Hong Kong and Taiwan. So next chapter will be on Hong Kong - January 1983 to June 1990 - seven and a half years of adventure for the Lord.
I have also committed to doing Bible lessons on Revelation and up till now have completed 34 lessons. So there is plenty to do yet and will there be time given me to continue writing my memoirs? I don't know. The Lord knows.
I remind myself there is an appointed time for everything.
A time to give birth, and a time to die:
A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to tear down, and a time to build up.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing;
A time to search, and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
These words written so many years ago are appropriate for us today. “For everything there is a season. A time to be born and a time to die.” In one brief statement Solomon expressed the fragility of life. “There is a time to be born and a time to die.”
Now time to stop and get on with some work!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The Measure
The Measure
Let the grace of the Lord be the measure of your sufficiency;
let the peace of the Lord be the measure of your quietness;
let the power of the Lord be the measure of your strength;
let the goodness of the Lord be the measure of your contentment;
let the love of the Lord be the measure of your service;
let the faithfulness of the Lord be the measure of your trust;
let the beauty of the Lord be the measure of your worship;
let the fullness of the Lord be the measure of your joy;
let the sovereignty of the Lord be the measure of your confidence;
let the promises of the Lord be the measure of your expectations;
let the coming of the Lord be the measure of hope.
You are my portion, O Lord. Psalm 119:57 AMP
by Roy Lessin, DaySpring co-founder and writer, on Roy's blog Meet Me in the Meadow.
Let the grace of the Lord be the measure of your sufficiency;
let the peace of the Lord be the measure of your quietness;
let the power of the Lord be the measure of your strength;
let the goodness of the Lord be the measure of your contentment;
let the love of the Lord be the measure of your service;
let the faithfulness of the Lord be the measure of your trust;
let the beauty of the Lord be the measure of your worship;
let the fullness of the Lord be the measure of your joy;
let the sovereignty of the Lord be the measure of your confidence;
let the promises of the Lord be the measure of your expectations;
let the coming of the Lord be the measure of hope.
You are my portion, O Lord. Psalm 119:57 AMP
by Roy Lessin, DaySpring co-founder and writer, on Roy's blog Meet Me in the Meadow.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
What a friend we have in Jesus
It appears to me most people love to complain or grumble. People complain about work, school, spouse, parents, children, manager,employees, food, clothing, shelter, finances, along with an assortment of other problems.
Trials are the normal experience of human life. None of us is exempted. They perplex and puzzle us. We question "Why has God allow this to happen to me?"
Complaining and grumbling are signs of distrust or lack of faith in God We reveal that we do not believe God’s power and goodness. We do not believe that God is in control, that He will work the situation and hardship out. A heart that trusts God will always seek His help.
One of my favourite hymns is "What a friend we have in Jesus" written by Joseph Scriven.
Joseph Scriven (1820-86) left his birthplace Dublin at the age of 25 and settled in Canada. His life was marked by tragic sadness and he was subject, as a result of to melancholia.
On the eve of the day upon which he was to have been married, the one whom he had chosen as his life partner was accidentally drowned. After his bereavement he consecrated his life to Christ's service among the poor and needy: among other ways, by sawing wood for poor widows and sick people who were unable to pay for this service.
Whilst in delirium as a result of an attack of typhoid he too was accidentally drowned. Over his grave on the shores of Lake Rice stands a white granite monument 12feet high on which are engrave three verses of this song.
What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer—
Rapture, praise, and endless worship
Will be our sweet portion there
Trials are the normal experience of human life. None of us is exempted. They perplex and puzzle us. We question "Why has God allow this to happen to me?"
Complaining and grumbling are signs of distrust or lack of faith in God We reveal that we do not believe God’s power and goodness. We do not believe that God is in control, that He will work the situation and hardship out. A heart that trusts God will always seek His help.
One of my favourite hymns is "What a friend we have in Jesus" written by Joseph Scriven.
Joseph Scriven (1820-86) left his birthplace Dublin at the age of 25 and settled in Canada. His life was marked by tragic sadness and he was subject, as a result of to melancholia.
On the eve of the day upon which he was to have been married, the one whom he had chosen as his life partner was accidentally drowned. After his bereavement he consecrated his life to Christ's service among the poor and needy: among other ways, by sawing wood for poor widows and sick people who were unable to pay for this service.
Whilst in delirium as a result of an attack of typhoid he too was accidentally drowned. Over his grave on the shores of Lake Rice stands a white granite monument 12feet high on which are engrave three verses of this song.
What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer—
Rapture, praise, and endless worship
Will be our sweet portion there
Monday, April 4, 2011
Envy
Many years ago (in the 1930's) as a child attending Sunday School at Balestier Corps (church) I learned this chorus which I've not forgotten.
"Root them out, get them gone,
All the little bunnies in the fields of corn.
Envy, jealousy, malice, pride,
These must never in my heart abide"
Envy is a feeling of discontent with regard to some other person's advantages, success, possessions, talents, gifts etc - an emotion that wells up in a person's heart when he sees someone in a better position. Low self esteem may be the cause. Envy and jealousy can ruin reputations, splits churches, break up friendships and even cause murders. Envy originates in the warped heart of man.
What triggered envy in the chief priests against Jesus? There were many reasons."They feared Him because the whole crowd was amazed at His teaching." Mark 11: 18. "They listened to Him with delight" Mark 12: 37. The chief priests could not bear the sight of the crowds following Jesus. The priests could not stomach our Lord's popularity.
The last straw was when Jesus entered the Temple and cleansed it by driving out the money changers, overturning the benches of those selling pigeons and doves. Jesus took a bold move against the established religious racket. Ah, it hurt their pockets. It disrupted their business and destroyed their profits during the Passover Festival.
Why did Jesus do it? The Temple was a house of prayer , but the priests had abused God's house by having a lucrative business. Jesus referred to "the den of thieves." Jesus wanted all people of all nations to worship without restrictions; the priests restricted worship to the rich, to those who could afford and willing to pay exorbitant fees for sacrificial animals.
That was our Adult Bible study for Sunday 3rd April. Our thoughts during the Lent season are focused on the events leading to Calvary.
Let us examine our own hearts and let the Lord speak to us. They may be things that we need to get rid of right now.
Search me, O Lord and know my heart day,
Try me O Saviour and know my thoughts I pray.
See if there be some wicked way in me,
Cleanse me from every sin and set me free."
"Root them out, get them gone,
All the little bunnies in the fields of corn.
Envy, jealousy, malice, pride,
These must never in my heart abide"
Envy is a feeling of discontent with regard to some other person's advantages, success, possessions, talents, gifts etc - an emotion that wells up in a person's heart when he sees someone in a better position. Low self esteem may be the cause. Envy and jealousy can ruin reputations, splits churches, break up friendships and even cause murders. Envy originates in the warped heart of man.
What triggered envy in the chief priests against Jesus? There were many reasons."They feared Him because the whole crowd was amazed at His teaching." Mark 11: 18. "They listened to Him with delight" Mark 12: 37. The chief priests could not bear the sight of the crowds following Jesus. The priests could not stomach our Lord's popularity.
The last straw was when Jesus entered the Temple and cleansed it by driving out the money changers, overturning the benches of those selling pigeons and doves. Jesus took a bold move against the established religious racket. Ah, it hurt their pockets. It disrupted their business and destroyed their profits during the Passover Festival.
Why did Jesus do it? The Temple was a house of prayer , but the priests had abused God's house by having a lucrative business. Jesus referred to "the den of thieves." Jesus wanted all people of all nations to worship without restrictions; the priests restricted worship to the rich, to those who could afford and willing to pay exorbitant fees for sacrificial animals.
That was our Adult Bible study for Sunday 3rd April. Our thoughts during the Lent season are focused on the events leading to Calvary.
Let us examine our own hearts and let the Lord speak to us. They may be things that we need to get rid of right now.
Search me, O Lord and know my heart day,
Try me O Saviour and know my thoughts I pray.
See if there be some wicked way in me,
Cleanse me from every sin and set me free."
Friday, April 1, 2011
This is my story - 54
54 – Bidding Farewell to family and friends
Life is not only a physical journey, but also a spiritual pilgrimage. People we associate with can have a great influence on us for good or for bad. We thank God for the many godly people who have made a positive impact on our lives. Looking back we praise God for His saving and keeping power. God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He uses His faithful servants to care for one another and help with spiritual development.
After serving as Salvation Army officers for twenty eight years in Singapore and Malaysia in Corps (church), social, training and administration, we received farewell orders to go overseas. A telegram arrived in the latter part of 1982 giving me my appointment as Officer Commanding of Hong Kong and Taiwan Command. This was followed by letters from the General and the International Secretary confirming my appointment and to my wife appointing her as the Command President of Women’s Organisations. It marked a new milestone in our lives.
Yes, soon we would add a new chapter to our lives. We were leaving home not without some apprehension as we thought of the awesome responsibility ahead of us. The people of Hong Kong were getting somewhat jittery as they approached 1997, the year Hong Kong would revert to China. They were fearful of the impending change. Many were fleeing the colony. We believe the Lord was sending us to support our comrades, assuring them that our God never changes. He is the same yesterday, today and forever.
Our God is a covenant making and keeping God. Looking back I think of three covenants I made. Firstly it is the soldier’s covenant called ‘The Articles of War” which I signed as a teenager at the simple temporary hall made of wood and attap (thatched) at Martaban Road after the war. From that day onwards I threw myself wholeheartedly into the activities at the Corps. Yes, I had promised to serve Him till I die.
The next is the covenant I signed at the Training College just prior to being commissioned as an officer in 1954. In this covenant I pledged ‘to love and serve Him supremely all my days, to live to win souls and make their salvation the first purpose of my life, to maintain the doctrine and principles of The Salvation Army and, by God’s grace to prove myself a worthy officer.’ I believed and still do that I am called by God to serve Him as an officer till He takes me home.
Last but not least is the marriage covenant. By then we had been married twenty four years. My wife had always given me full support. In Corps (church) she took her turns to lead or give the message. She shared in the pastoral ministry, and focussed specially on women’s ministries. In Social Homes, she was mother to the children placed under our care. In the Training College, she helped me in teaching the cadets. Ours was a true partnership thanks to our covenant keeping God. He had brought us together and kept us together in partnership for the building of His Kingdom.
After nine years as the General Secretary, the longest appointment I ever held, our leaders felt a change was necessary. The thought of leaving Singapore brought sadness to our hearts. We had to leave our two older children, Gladys and Stephen behind.
Gladys had just started work as a piano teacher. She had to go to the homes of the students to teach thus spending much time travelling. Stephen was doing his national service and at that time received the allowance of only $90.00 per month. They would have to fend for themselves.
We thank God for The Army. Both of them worshipped at Singapore Central Corps and were very active in the various sections. Every Sunday one would play the organ, the other the piano in the meetings. Both were in the Songsters. Gladys was the Songster Organist. Stephen was a bandsman. We knew the Church folk particularly the Corps Officer (pastor) Captain Ruth Pascoe would be very kind to them and give them the support they needed.
Dora Poh Chin our special child was only thirteen, and being handicapped had to go with us. Major Moira Wright General Secretary of Hong Kong and Taiwan (formerly Social Secretary in Singapore) and good friend of ours had assured us that arrangements could be made for Poh Chin after our arrival. Deep in our hearts we knew the Lord who called us would made the necessary provision.
One of my favourite songs is No. 732 in The Salvation Army Song Book. The chorus says,
“I’m in His hands, I’m in His hands,
Whate’er the future holds, I’m in His hands.
The days I cannot see,
Have all been planned for me.
His way is best, you see,
I’m in His hands.” Stanley Ditmer
Life is not only a physical journey, but also a spiritual pilgrimage. People we associate with can have a great influence on us for good or for bad. We thank God for the many godly people who have made a positive impact on our lives. Looking back we praise God for His saving and keeping power. God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He uses His faithful servants to care for one another and help with spiritual development.
After serving as Salvation Army officers for twenty eight years in Singapore and Malaysia in Corps (church), social, training and administration, we received farewell orders to go overseas. A telegram arrived in the latter part of 1982 giving me my appointment as Officer Commanding of Hong Kong and Taiwan Command. This was followed by letters from the General and the International Secretary confirming my appointment and to my wife appointing her as the Command President of Women’s Organisations. It marked a new milestone in our lives.
Yes, soon we would add a new chapter to our lives. We were leaving home not without some apprehension as we thought of the awesome responsibility ahead of us. The people of Hong Kong were getting somewhat jittery as they approached 1997, the year Hong Kong would revert to China. They were fearful of the impending change. Many were fleeing the colony. We believe the Lord was sending us to support our comrades, assuring them that our God never changes. He is the same yesterday, today and forever.
Our God is a covenant making and keeping God. Looking back I think of three covenants I made. Firstly it is the soldier’s covenant called ‘The Articles of War” which I signed as a teenager at the simple temporary hall made of wood and attap (thatched) at Martaban Road after the war. From that day onwards I threw myself wholeheartedly into the activities at the Corps. Yes, I had promised to serve Him till I die.
The next is the covenant I signed at the Training College just prior to being commissioned as an officer in 1954. In this covenant I pledged ‘to love and serve Him supremely all my days, to live to win souls and make their salvation the first purpose of my life, to maintain the doctrine and principles of The Salvation Army and, by God’s grace to prove myself a worthy officer.’ I believed and still do that I am called by God to serve Him as an officer till He takes me home.
Last but not least is the marriage covenant. By then we had been married twenty four years. My wife had always given me full support. In Corps (church) she took her turns to lead or give the message. She shared in the pastoral ministry, and focussed specially on women’s ministries. In Social Homes, she was mother to the children placed under our care. In the Training College, she helped me in teaching the cadets. Ours was a true partnership thanks to our covenant keeping God. He had brought us together and kept us together in partnership for the building of His Kingdom.
After nine years as the General Secretary, the longest appointment I ever held, our leaders felt a change was necessary. The thought of leaving Singapore brought sadness to our hearts. We had to leave our two older children, Gladys and Stephen behind.
Gladys had just started work as a piano teacher. She had to go to the homes of the students to teach thus spending much time travelling. Stephen was doing his national service and at that time received the allowance of only $90.00 per month. They would have to fend for themselves.
We thank God for The Army. Both of them worshipped at Singapore Central Corps and were very active in the various sections. Every Sunday one would play the organ, the other the piano in the meetings. Both were in the Songsters. Gladys was the Songster Organist. Stephen was a bandsman. We knew the Church folk particularly the Corps Officer (pastor) Captain Ruth Pascoe would be very kind to them and give them the support they needed.
Dora Poh Chin our special child was only thirteen, and being handicapped had to go with us. Major Moira Wright General Secretary of Hong Kong and Taiwan (formerly Social Secretary in Singapore) and good friend of ours had assured us that arrangements could be made for Poh Chin after our arrival. Deep in our hearts we knew the Lord who called us would made the necessary provision.
One of my favourite songs is No. 732 in The Salvation Army Song Book. The chorus says,
“I’m in His hands, I’m in His hands,
Whate’er the future holds, I’m in His hands.
The days I cannot see,
Have all been planned for me.
His way is best, you see,
I’m in His hands.” Stanley Ditmer
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