My Jerusalem

A couple of Thursdays ago, in a four-part exhortation prior to worship, we shared about our respective "Jerusalems." AG's Jerusalem - his foretaste of heaven - was the NLTC worship sessions, Lex's was Caliraya, Oman's was time spent with little Jayjay. And mine was in a place I always return to whenever I feel lost or weary, whenever I need to regain my bearings in this world...a place I am 101% certain God led me to. My Jerusalem is He Cares, a little corner on this earth where I am sure I will always find the Lord, and, perhaps, His direction.

Today was no different. In my last "Jerusalem" reflection, God proved Himself to be faithful as I returned to the place where I first sought Him out and found Him. And, He did the same on this fateful day...all I really had to do was to "show up for work." (I heard Father John Korapi talk about his topic very recently - God's power will guide us fully, if only we just "show up"). And the minute I did, miracles started to happen. I walked into the office to find Ate Ardis ministering to another co-worker, and found myself being ministered to instead! I had to hide myself in an office cubicle to conceal the fact that I was weeping copiously at her every word, which seemed directed to all my concerns and problems...but they knew I was crying my heart out nonetheless. And yet Ate's words were God's message to my aching soul...a beautiful hymn of hope and victory despite all the odds the enemy sets up on the way. My Jerusalem indeed!

I think we've reached the safety of the shore now...time to walk on and continue on the long journey ahead.