Five Sundays

There are five more Sundays to go with four sermons and one Sunday’s break on 8th Feb. Soon I will be counting down days and not weeks. Only one church member called and asked me why I resigned. Cut to the chase, I felt vindicated with the events of last weekend. I am neither team A or team B, but I am ready to serve. I always give my best wherever I am. 

My chances of getting an appointment under the previous leadership was practically nil and now it had risen to 5 percent. Lord my hope is in You. I have raised my hand to You for You alone are my provider. 

We wasted 10 years. The early momentum was cut short and now I am not sure whether I want to go back to Ranau. I was only 51 then and now I am turning 62. But God’s timing is perfect. 

I may yet get a pastoral role, though it is more likely I will focus on just writing. Much time is wasted fighting local wars. One friend said to me that “dead wood is hard to move or be removed.” 

My energy was sapped by many things out of my control. Truly I received a measure of relief with the change of leadership at our HQ. 

I consider myself a skilled exegete, teacher and preacher. Armed with a PhD in the Bible, able to teach Greek to a more advanced level, the only person in Sabah who is fluent in Malay who holds an earned doctorate, may the Lord use the skills He has so equipped me with to good use and for His glory. Lord, I am at Your service.