How Ironic…

What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the one that is lost until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.”   Luke 15:4-7

I remember being one of the ninety-nine sheep in a church skit in 3rd grade.
I used to always think I was one of the ninety-nine sheep. I thought I was OK.

This morning I was imagining myself as one of the ninety-nine sheep.

I was wondering where that one sheep went.
I wandered around looking for the lost sheep that Jesus was looking for. 
Then I heard Jesus’ call.  He called MY name… (o.O Huh? why calling me?)
Then my eyes opened. I saw where I was. 
I was the one lost sheep that wandered off…
I was too busy making excuses about taking care of other sheep that I forgot that I wandered off! (How ironic…)
So Jesus was looking for me. I just couldn’t hear His voice… Then He found me!

“I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”

I used to think I was one of the ninety-nine sheep. Until Jesus found me… Amazing Grace…

I love Old Hymns~

My Jesus, as Thou wilt. O may Thy will be mine.
Into Thy hand of love I would my all resign;
Through sorrow or through joy, Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say, My Lord, Thy will be done.

My Jesus, as thou wilt. Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear;
Since Thou on earth hast wept, And sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee, My Lord, Thy will be done.

My Jesus, as thou wilt. All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene I gladly trust with Thee:
Straight to my home above I travel calmly on,
And sing in life or death, My Lord, Thy will be done!

I was still half asleep after turning off all the alarms. They were continuously waking me up so that I’ll go to MP. I was debating… Should I go or not.. I was so tired and wasn’t yet recovered from moving into a new apt.
So I was leaning towards not going.
Then the melody of this song came out of the radio.  It was from part of a famous opera or something (from the classical music station). But to me it was also an old hymn I remember singing when I was younger.
As I remembered the lyrics in Korean, I had to wake up. God woke me up… My Jesus, as Thy wilt…

As I was searching for the lyrics in English (I like the Korean version better), I stumbled upon a story about this songwriter.
He was a German pastor.  During his time, there was major conflict between the Protestants and Catholics.
One night he and his wife went to visit a sick person to pray for him. He came back to church (home) to find the church burnt to crisp.  And that his two sons also died in the fire. Later in his life, he himself suffers a couple strokes and becomes paralyzed, and blind. Yet he is still able to write these lyrics.
My Jesus, as Thy wilt…

God knows I need to pray… So He wakes me up every morning.
So that even when trouble comes I can truly say, My Jesus, as Thou wilt… My Lord, Thy will be done.

Any Road Any Cost…–point of grace

Leaving the safe and familiar
with their hearts set on a heavenly prize
There were some who laid down their nets
and some who laid down their lives
Not sure where they were going
but they did not have to know
’cause they knew who had called them
and they said ‘we will go’

It may be the fear that we’re feeling
we see what we must sacrifice
but You promised You’ll go with us
so we’ll trust with our lives

Down any road at any cost
wherever You lead we will follow
Because we know that You’ve called us
to take up our cross
Down any road at any cost

I was cleaning my room and started reading through my old journals. Then I found this song we did for special praise a few years ago.
I remember when I first heard this song. I had to agree w/ the special praise leader when he said it was kinda cheesy.
But when actually singing it at Sunday service, it became one of the most blessing special praises for me…
Few years have past since we sang this song. 
Now I think I’m slowly catching a glimpse of what this song means… God knows…