Life Lessons
Shooting at the Wrong Target
“It’s fine with me if I die today. Then I’ll be in the presence of Jesus. So I am ready,” I told my colleague confidently while paraphrasing Philippians 1:23 and 2 Corinthians 5:8 in my head.
We were discussing life and death. She said she wanted to live long because she wanted to get married and have kids and live to see her grandkids. She was in her late 30’s at that time.
That was also when I was in my season of wanderings. But what can I say? I am already successful, I pondered. Although something inside me was telling me that I was lying, for I have always known since the day I became born again, that I was called to be an evangelist. (I have since been groaning to fully walk in it and this fire inside of me is never extinguished unless I open my mouth to share the Good News, which gives me great pleasure and contentment, but only for a moment — because one soul or two is not enough — for thousands of people go to hell every day.)
But I brushed these thoughts off and forgot that we had that conversation — until a couple of nights later when I woke up from a sad dream, one that was clearly from God.
Warned in a Dream
I was riding a boat in the middle of an ocean. But something happened that got me transported into heaven. I liked…
