Author Archives: niximi

About niximi

Just a believer who wants to sing for the Lord.

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Waiting for Marriage

I never thought I would ever broach this subject in writing, because I feel that I am the least qualified candidate to do so. Firstly because by the time I had been baptized in Christ in our church, I had strongly decided that marriage was not for me. I felt that it was enough for me to live for the Lord and serve Him all the days of my life. At that time, I had just passed twenty and gone through a tough period in my life. But ever since I prayed that to God, He impressed upon me in prayer that I was to get married. I humbly yielded and told God that I would marry whom He arranges for me. And that was the beginning of my change of mind, and the gradual forming of my perception of marriage in the Lord which I am about to share here.

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Branded

But Jesus said to them, “You do not know what you ask. Are you able to drink the cup that I drink, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?” (Mk 10:38; cf. v39-40, Lk 12:50)

The baptism that Jesus was referring to here is not water baptism, but the baptism of trials and suffering. When I was young and an unbeliever, I used to wonder, “Why are good kids bullied in school? If the problem is not with them, why are they ostracized for being good?” It took me a while to realize that such kids—coming from good, loving, and often privileged homes, who are meek, good-tempered, and usually bright—are frequently the target of bullies because of jealousy. This is often inexplicable, but the human psyche is not easy to understand. Is it better then for them to renounce their good nature or privilege just to avoid the bullying? Of course not.

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Awake!

Awake, awake! O sojourner,
Stir your heart from spiritual slumber
Resting weary in battle deep
He promised He would come for us
That He would not tarry, but come.
Not long ago we promised Him
(as He, too, promised us)
to love and cherish forever the One we love

Awake, awake! O dejected soldier,
Be not in your heart dismayed
Are you tired before the enemy great
And cannot see the path ahead
Put down your heart’s burden
And entrust
Let Him carry thee and find thy rest
Since the time He lit a flame in my heart
to live and die for the self-same Cause
It was a covenant between us

Awake, awake! O you scribe who battle with pen
And not the sword
For the ink dwindles and revelation is scarce
Though the herd stalls are vacant and the olive tree fails
It is His Spirit that inscribes
Not ability or tongue of men
The heart hopes for the day of the marriage feast
For “I have seen the consummation of all perfection”

We’re too far in to turn back.
Dawn breaks in the darkest night…
Like the fledgling eagle learning to fly
In quietness and trust that He provides:
Step. Drop. Fly.

(Ps 119:96)

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To God, with Love

To God:

in a world that esteems the cool
and collectedness of objectivity
values logic over the clingy sentiments of a
simple folk who feel,
that prides itself for being strong in their detachment
and has no place for those who are irreversibly attached,
who are stuck to the little things
that make our existence warm;
You value the insecurites, the inadequacies,
the imperfections and bumbling words
the expensive mistakes that time has proven
and the painful honesty that no one agrees with.
Even this, for all that we are
for all that we are not
You love us.
In this we know that our God cares for us
not in part, but freely,
and though we have never deserved it
nor will ever deserve any way
You have loved us, whole.
For that we are forever indebted to Your grace
let us offer all that we are,
(all that we are not,)
at Your feet.

You have accepted our humble offering

in a world where the rich live in style
and throw many things away in the name of love
But the poor, the ones who fall short -
those who desire to touch the hem of Your garment
will give up themselves
for the One they love.

For those who were forgiven much, they will come to love much.
 
Yours,
with love

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Storms

There is a special place in my heart for rainstorms. Like the cool of the day that seems to promise His abidance, a full-fledged rainstorm is at once wild and liberating. Unrestrained because the might and power of the thunder’s roar, the cracking flashes of lightning and the strong gusts of wind that sweeps the blurry shower across the eaves of stout houses are unmatched by the contentious human’s shout in the bustling city. Truly a wonderful act of nature, and a reminder of our finitude, that man has not prevailed over nature. It reminds me of the greatness of the awesome God I worship and the miracles that He is able to perform, especially in a strait-laced, pragmatic urban city that I live in. Continue reading