Ride to Salvation.

"Dear God, I pray that you will send people
to share the gospel with my dad when he is driving his taxi..."

I prayed this very often when I was young but not till couple of years back that I decided to be one of those "people" sent. Often than not, I would challenge Dad to believe in Jesus and question his belief in the traditions which he has no answers for me, most of the time.

This morning, I shared with him the relevance of the bible as I was so stirred by what Xiao Wei shared regarding her Israel trip. "The bible is real!" "Jesus is really coming back!" these thoughts lingered in my head as I hear her speak of the trip; the evidences she saw and how she links them back to the word of God.

Dad listened on as I shared with him but he gave no room to Jesus even though he was left speechless each time I questioned and as I defend for the gospel. Later, Jie hopped on the car and joined forces with me but to no avail... I was a little disheartened but I know that salvations belong to the Lord. Each time I pray for Dad and Mum, I will see a vision of worship; Dad would prostrate before the Lord in worship and Mum lifting hands. Its my prayer really that they will come to know Jesus soon and serve Him wholeheartedly and not just be believers at their deathbeds. As I walked into church, it was really encouraging singing ".... my God is mighty to save, He is mighty to save...." what is impossible for God who can even move the mountains? Amen?

Talking about salvations, grandma has been on my mind since she had her stroke couple of months back. I was reminded of my prayer as I told the Lord to preserve her life that she might come to know Jesus. God did! So what should I do?

Just last friday, I mused up my courage intending to bring the gospel to her. I brought an evangelistic VCD with me. It talks about a girl with cerebral palsy and how she outgrew that low self esteem and became a very successful DJ in Taiwan now. With all anticipation and slight nervousness, I played the VCD . She watched attentively as the film rolled on. So far so good... but just about 7 mins of the show, grand started crying when she saw the protagonist's mother crying to a doctor calling for help. Probably she could identify with the mother's love for her child. I am not too sure but she was really crying badly. Immediately, I had to stop the VCD and calmed grandma down. I was shocked. I felt so bad making her cry. There was an instantaneous guilt stricken in me as I held her hands to comfort her. After she was calmed and all, I summarised the show and I asked if she would like to come church with me. She just smiled and looked away.

I went home feeling rather defeated and upset with myself cos instead of bringing joy to grandma, I brought tears. I was fearful of trying again. Cos I do not know what might hurt her and I love her too much to want to hurt her. Then, I was reminded of how real hell is and the scripture that says ".....so that by all possible means I might save some." 1 Cor 9:22 I would rather her cry now than in hell forever.

Lord, let salvation be near.