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Thursday, February 25, 2010
-3:50 PM
Dear all,
Below is a word for word testimony given by Eugene, quite a read and praise God indeed for the amazing work in Eugene's life. May you be bless as you read on:
"The entire thing began in a very unlikely manner and setting. It was during the cell chalet, that I started to quiet time. It was a great feeling, to be able to talk to the Lord every night and having that wonderous, seemingly invincible feeling after that, knowing that the Lord has spoken to you. But during the first night which I was going to do my quiet time, I was completely at a loss. This feeling of loss was paradoxical in sense; I did not know which chapter to read. It was like a starving man confronted by a buffet, not knowing which and where to start. I really wanted to do my quiet time but could not find a suitable chapter out of 66 chapters. Yikes.
However, like all things, I started to randomly pick and choose (or so I thought) chapters, seeing which was the most interesting. So far I only read Genesis vaguely and had no idea what the books of the bible wrote about and how the story progressed. Then, I came to the middle of the book and saw the verse that I had bookmarked for my very first quiet time (at the beach) of where Jesus Sends Out the Seventy-two and At the Home of Martha and Mary. There and then, I had this inexplicable feeling and impulse to settle on this very book, thus I started doing my Quiet Time on 29th December on the book of Luke. Precious little did I know what the Lord has in store for me.
In another weird turn of events, not like what ordinary people would do, I did not start from the beginning of the book. I started from where I left off, thinking that the stories that happened previously were completely unimportant to what was left to come. I remember reading 11: 9-13. “So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!” This was literally my first “HUH?” moment in quiet time.
So I asked MingChun for the meaning of this verse at the night of the 2010 countdown. So I later found out that the meaning of this verse was to pray fervently and the Lord hears your prayer and will deliver. Furthermore, though we are inherently evil as we sin, we still show kindness and give to people, how much more would the Lord give to us if we were to ask Him sincerely as He is good. Once again, it was impossible to predict the incoming sequence of events that would secure my faith in the Lord.
2nd January, through a badly timed jump and a worse landing, I succeeded in spectacularly spraining my ankle. From what the doctor said, after sifting through all the weird terms, the sprain was serious, serious enough for the tendons connected to the ankle to pull out the supporting bone. So I was stuck, both physically and mentally. The physical aspect was obvious, I was confined to crutches and little shots of excruciating pain if I dared to test my feet against the floor. But the mental aspect was the worst. At that period, the West Zone badminton tournaments were nearing quickly, and the trials were staring me in the face. I had trained long and hard for 4 years, 4 whole years. Not making the team was a heavy stone in my heart that I had to carry, the price for my carelessness seemed too steep, I seem to have been severely overcharged. With nothing to help, I remembered Luke 11: 9-13. And thus I prayed. I prayed for healing, I prayed to make the team. But even though I prayed, my prayers at that time were not exactly very sincere. On a side note, I think that I am extremely lucky. I had tested God two times before. First, in a milestone of my life, PSLE, which was probably the second most miraculous thing He has done for me. And on the second occasion, I just wanted to test God to find a ring, for I could not find it anywhere so I challenged God to tell me where it was. He led me to the car and the ring was nestled safely on the car seat winking at me. However, I was arrogant. I thought that the ring was a coincidence and my PSLE scores were simply a product of hard work and luck. So I tried to test God again, and on hindsight, God really worked His miracles on me. Halfway through the period of 10 days where my ankle would be healed, I was doing quiet time, flipping to Luke and I came across Matthew 7:8, which was almost an exact copy of Luke 11: 9-13. I was rather amazed and after telling Ming Chun, I learnt that when a verse appears twice, it is God trying to tell you something. Suddenly, at the precise moment I had read the last word of the message, something within me really clicked. I knew there and then that the Lord was watching over me and with the most sincerity could summon, I really prayed for recovery of my ankle and me making the team. Furthermore, I realised that Luke was almost all about healing, and once again after checking with Ming Chun, it was no coincidence that I had read Luke out of all the 66 books of the Bible. After that, the rock in my heart was just lifted like that. The burden and constant worry that I would be kicked out of the team and the worry that my ankle would need the tested 2 months to recover completely vanished, as if the Lord had lifted off the rock from my aching shoulders. During that night, the Lord has really shown His glory to me and my faith in Him became impregnable.
12th January, a message from my coach telling me I had made the team. Head over heels would be appropriate to describe me then. The glory of God really shone through and touched me personally. However, I was not happy that I had made the team for it was dwarfed by the knowledge that God really listens to me and has made a near impossibility into a reality, this was what I was really happy about. 14th January, I had my cast removed. 16th January, I was back in the court without a hint of pain. What the bone specialists said would take 2 months to recover took less than 2 weeks. The sheer elation of the confirmation that God is really there, listens and aids our problems that I felt can’t and can never be replicated in mere words. My faith was set and I was on my feet ( :D ) to walk with God.
Faith is amazing, and God is amazing(er) ^^ "
Your Brother in Christ,
- Eugene Lim
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