Ten Reasons “Tent Makers” Make Great Christian “Case Makers”

Ten Reasons “Tent Makers” Make Great Christian “Case Makers”.

I am broke and a trying – hard – to – become a Christian apologist. I have been trying to get the local Christian bookstore to order the book by an upcoming apologist, J. Warner Wallace, whose work in forensic investigations has led him eventually to the Christian faith and has since been active in his own ministry for more than ten years. He has just published a book that might bring his fresh insight into what we know of the background foundations of Christianity, entitled, “Cold Case Christianity”. Admittedly, I have only watched him talk about the contents of his book but still have not received word yet from the bookstore on it. A little disappointed, but it is still worth the wait, anyway.

I have always wanted to become like some disciple warrior like Saint Paul. When I was twelve, the history of my faith first fascinated me when I read this book containing the calendar for 2003 and the life of the saints. Don’t remember what it’s called now, but from what I found at that age was emotionally and spiritually stirring. The lives of the early Christians especially inspired me. Saint Agnes the Lamb, Saint Ignatius of Antioch, Saint Bibiana, and all those predating Constantine’s legalizing the Church had all made me yearn to be just like them in their faith journeys. And my searching through knowledge has since continued on.

I have twice experienced the power of God’s grace later on in my life here in Australia. One in 2006, when I was at one of my lowest of spirit. I felt very lonely and in spiritual desolation that I began to constantly pray more fervently to fill in the void in my heart. Then one morning after, I woke up with no emotional burden of any sort; so full of joy inside me. I have never seen the sunlight so calmly beautiful in my life. It’s that cheerful nostalgia that has overcome me. Of feeling loved and accepted by Him in spite of my situation. Then in April 2012, I was again, overcome by His great presence after praying very fervently. Before that happened, I was in spiritual turmoil. Actually, I felt persecuted from within. I now realized that it is moments like these in my life that I feel so close to Him.

Right here, I still have the desire to go after God’s heart again, and I thought that sharing this insightful article is something that would inspire anyone to go through their own faith journey with sincere determination.

 

 

 

 

My Left Ear

I’ve just been to the doctor this morning. I even arrived late in coming there. Still, it wasn’t worth it. I still have hearing problems from my left ear. The doctor and the nurse tried to wash out the stubborn wax (darn you eecky thing!). The nurse assured me it wouldn’t hurt. Her name was Jade. This wasn’t my first time to have my ears syringed. I think I faintly remembered having mine cleaned when I was about three. Then I had both ears syringed again when I was eleven. In all honesty, they hurt me back home. But they cleaned it all out in one go. The pain going through it was actually worth it. Now, this didn’t hurt (or not as much), but darn it, they couldn’t even get all of it out. And as the nurse kept squirting the water into my ear, some of the liquid spilled into my shirt – and that was very uncomfortable. I wouldn’t have cared if it didn’t hurt – I just want my normal hearing back.

So comparing through my past experiences with syringing, I’d rather it was all painful and I get my normal hearing back in one go, rather than go through the most uncomfortable experience even if it didn’t hurt at all because I still can’t hear well. Then after that most unsuccessful, disappointing session they tried to assure me that in three days time (after I put a few more drops to this poor thing) I’d had the darn thing all removed. I don’t know if that would still work. My ear feels like it’s swelling from all that squirting. It really wasn’t worth it, and I wasted (thankfully not my money) my time going there. Now, I’m getting more impatient with it. I feel just very irritated and uncomfortable. I can just hear sharp contrasts of sounds, which is extremely unpleasant. Uneven and cacophonous noise is simply too much for me to bear.

I used to really trust doctors. Because a lot of the doctors I had back in the Philippines were very good at treating my sickly body, I never feared them. Except for dentists, though (I might not want to elaborate on that at this point). But after moving here and living here for eight years now (wow, it flew that fast!), I have started to lose trust in these so-called physicians. Darn it, isn’t this country supposed to be a developed one? And yet, you get crappy health care services for the most basic needs. I never felt that I would ever be scared of any doctor until the last one I had when she misdiagnosed my brother with his skin ailment. She could’ve been sued for negligence because this wasn’t the first time she had ever stuffed up in her diagnoses. Who knows she could’ve indirectly caused immediate deaths from her past patients? I wouldn’t want to know. So I changed another GP, hoping she’d do better at treating my left ear quickly. And then this happened. Now there is good reason to fear GPs here. And there have been in fact many cases like these here where malpractice has caused fatal wounds (and even deaths) to people. It doesn’t help that some of them approve of murdering children from the wombs. Go shoot me over that last statement. I’m not in any way very political, even though I do rant about poor governance in my former home (in my mind and with my family, of course). But anyone being angry over human trafficking, pedophilia and generally all sorts of human murder should think twice (and much harder) when they approve of removing the human being (though tiny as it is) from another human being for convenience. I’ve seen this done when I was ten years old and that was already enough for me to strongly go against any sort of selfish act. Being pro-responsibility trumps over choice. You have the choice to listen to the conscience. And keeping that human being in there until it is well formed and out from the human womb is still a darn choice, no matter how you try to twist it.

Anyway, I may not make much sense in over the last few sentences, but I’ve made it crystal clear to you where I stand in my principles. So now, I just have to put up with my uncomfortable ordeal until for a few days till I’m back on that darn chair again. Only this time, I’m not expecting anything good to come out of it.