Biola

Fam Bam: A Self Imposed Name for My Family Gatherings 

You can’t live without them, you can’t die with them.

This morning, as soon as I woke up, Ma called us down to have a family worship service. Right after brushing my teeth Connie and I went to obey my mother’s orders. She half interrupted my readings of Numbers, but I just finished chapter 14 so I gave it and went down stairs. I didn’t really feel like singing the songs she chose because they both ended a high climaxing note which I didn’t feel comfortable singing in the morning. But Ma made me sing the last time. Which I obeyed. Begrudging. Maybe I exaggerated just a little bit. After reading and sharing which verses stuck out to me (Proverbs 24:10 & 16), Connie shared and finally Ma’s turn. Of course, being grumpy and hungry, me and my sister fought with our words and Ma grew tired and broke it up.

After all that, however, things took a little turn to the more personal and vulnerable. Ma shared what was really going on with her and the whole life situation. She said that people were judging her and in turn she judged others. Or was it the other way around? Anyway, she fell into the cycle of judging, as the Israelites did in the book of the Judges. Soon enough tears swelled up in eyes and we prayed for her. It was in those passing moments that I felt the bond between our family. It wasn’t the food that we ate and made together, it wasn’t the little surprises that we did for each other on our bad days or our birthdays, it wasn’t any one thing that we did, but rather it was God that kept us together as a strong, unified stable family. That, I believe, is stronger than any nuclear family model. The times when we were able to worship together and pray together, pray for one another were what made us stronger and closer to God first which naturally brought us closer to each other more than we could ever try or even accomplish. In light of what God has done for us and in comparison to what God has done through us all the hypocrisies and the sins and the fights we used to have with each other seemed so insignificant and small.

It reminds us of our old lives and how we used to be, how immature and selfish we were.

But when I think about all that we have been given, all that we have done with what we’ve been given and all that is yet to come, I see God growing us. I see how much we have all grown and how much more there is to grow and learn from God.

1 Corinthians 3:6 “I planted the seed in your hearts, and Apollos watered it, but it was God who made it grow.”

and here an interesting take from The Message:

1 Corinthians 3:5-9 “Who do you think Paul is, anyway? Or Apollos, for that matter? Servants, both of us—servants who waited on you as you gradually learned to entrust your lives to our mutual Master. We each carried out our servant assignment. I planted the seed, Apollos watered the plants, but God made you grow. It’s not the one who plants or the one who waters who is at the center of this process but God, who makes things grow. Planting and watering are menial servant jobs at minimum wages. What makes them worth doing is the God we are serving. You happen to be God’s field in which we are working.”

Good to be back! 🙂

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