Holy Land

Traveling through Holy Land has been my aged dream

The place Jesus lived, walked, taught, prayed, was suffered, killed, and rose back to life, only if can I be there…

I couldn’t dare to dream of the trip. 

Just imagining made my heart flutter, overwhelm, teary

Always thought it’d be later in life

when I become a disciple mature in faith

a pastor fully seasoned

a pilgrim ready with maps and scrolls 

only then will I be there.

if it happens before I die it’d be huge luck.

That huge luck came earlier than I thought

God of surprise dropped me in that land

while not mature, neither seasoned nor ready

That’s probably why…

With an empty heart and timid feet 

I walked THE roads

I touched THE stones

I smelled THE dry dirt in the deserts

I greeted THE misty morning in Galilean Lake

And He appeared…

everywhere, I mean, everywhere

and everything there was witnessing Him

"I saw Him" "I heard Him" "I was there also"

THE mountains, THE rivers, THE fields, THE trees, THE rocks boldly there, gently spoke to me their stories of Jesus

I said to them tell me more… and more 

and they did

What else do I need

my aged dream came true

I encountered Him… 

Now back in my place

I wish to live like them

boldly standing here, gently speaking to others

I saw Him

I heard Him

I was there also 

Not Enough

thought I did as best as I could

was proud of myself

now I know my best wasn't enough

am still being tested if my trust in God and others is enough

I truly understand what he meant

when the father of the boy with the evil spirit said

"I believe, help my unbelief!"*

desperate enough

to recognize his faith isn't enough

there's still a gap to bridge

a space to fill 

more steps to take 
only to accept
it's not I 
but you

my faith isn't enough

until it meets with the grace of God

*Mark 9:24

prayer notes between the stones
Western Wall, Jerusalem