Monday, March 21, 2022


 The Delays in Life!! 

Let's don't let any seeming delay that's taking place around us to take away our joy which is our strength from above.  

Let's learn to Rejoice in the delays that He plants in our lives!

God delayed the birth of Isaac (25 years) and later Jacob (20+ years).

God delayed the elevation of Joseph and the fulfillment of his dreams for 13 years.

God delayed the arrival of Samuel in the life of Hannah! 

Our God is the God of delays! He is not in a hurry! He is a Builder and He creates and recreates our lives slowly and steadily and systematically. 

God's delays are His appointment for His perfect time.

God's delays are not inactivity or indifference, but preparation to build our faith up! While there seems to be a delay, God is working behind the curtain in our lives! 

God delays, but never forgets His promises. He remembered Abraham, Sarah, Rachel and Hannah in His time! 

God's delays are because He is building oaks and olive trees out of our lives and not grass. 

He delayed Israel's wilderness journey for 40 years!

He delayed 7 days for the wall of Jericho to fall!

He came to rescue His disciples who were in the storm at the fourth watch! 

His delays are our learning experiences in His School of Patience! We must graduate with flying colors! 

God's delays are often to test our faith and patience! 

So Let us Praise God for His delays in our lives!!

Let's fully trust in God, for His delays are not to harm or hinder us, but to strengthen us and build our faith up! 

"Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!"
Psalms 27:14

Wednesday, November 17, 2021



The Lord is my strength and my song, and He has become my salvation:  Psalms 118:14

My Lord has taught me through my multifarious experiences that I have no strength outside my Lord, as He continually strengthens and fortifies me in all my situations. 

In my lonely nights, as I am tossed around on my bed, and when I am unable to sing a comforting song to myself, He reminds me to sing about all that He has done for me. He helps me to sing about Him and His sweetness. 

When I am stuck and find no way forward, He comes to me and shows me a way out of my situations. He holds my hands and takes me out of the snares and the hindrances. He opens new doors for me when the world around shuts my way way forward. He leads and guides me. 

When I feel all alone and when I am forsaken, isolated, insulated and left in the lurk, He comes to hold me tight in His hands and holds me close to His chest and wipe my tears. He comforts me and gives me new promises to claim.  

In my lonely moments, He is my Friend to talk to me and to fill my heart with His presence. He sings with me His 'sweet songs of salvation'. He gives me His joy and peace and makes me jubilant because of the consciousness that He is with me and will never leave me an orphan. 

He gives me courage to face all my dark and cloudy circumstances and situations. He fills me with confidence in Him and fills me with His glory. He continuously fills me with His Holy Word. 
He helps me to run my race by looking unto Him every moment of my life (Hebrews 12:1-2). He shows me His pathways where I can see His footprints and helps me to place my feet on His footprints to run to my destination. Its amazing that He is my running-mate and my travel companion. Its a jubilant experience to run with Him, walk with Him and move with Him. 

In Him, I am safe, secure, strong and sustained! In Him, I am unmovable and I stand strong on Him the Rock of Ages! 

Prayer for Today

"Lord Jesus! Please help me to realize how trustworthy You are for all my needs and situations. I want to experience Your presence all my life and in all my circumstances no matter how cumbersome it is. Please help me to draw upon Your strength to live on all days of my life. Amen! 


 Seek and Call 

Seek the Lord while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near. Isaiah 55:6

Our forgetfulness and carelessness make us not to seek the Lord while there is still time and opportunity. 

Somehow, somewhere, we slowly drift from our first love to the Lord. Our flesh and intellectual mind and over-dependence on wealth, position, education, power, privileges and prominence in the world deter us from loving and wanting the Lord more and more. It negatively impacts our prayer life. We start thinking that we can live without His help much. We camouflage our life behind our religiosity and traditions. 

When we follow such a self-oriented lifestyle, it so happens that we fall into trouble and desperately feel the need for the Lord, it might be too late. We would have unnecessarily suffered a lot and lost the opportunity to get settled in life. Our foolishness to seek after the Lord at the right time causes a lot of misery and heartache for us. We must realize that all of these frustrations can be avoided if only we keep seeking and searching after our Lord at the right time. We must realize that when we call, answers will come from the Lord at the right time. Seeking and calling are our responsibility and answering is His prerogative.

Let's understand that 'Today is the day of acceptance. Today is the day of God's favor" (2 Corinthians 6:2). 

So lets call on the Lord and knock at His door with passion, and earnestly knock and seek for His favors. 

Prayer for Today

"O God! Please open my eyes to see your nearness in my most distressing moments and seek and find Your presence and power, and depend on You for my every need. Amen!"


 The Refining Pot and the Furnace

The Refining Pot is for silver and the furnace for gold, and a man is valued by what others say about him: Proverbs 27:21

Unless the silver and the gold are ready to endure to the greatest extent, it won't be fully and perfectly purified. During the process, the metals might be crying out for a release from the fire and begging aloud for taking it out of the process. This the experience of the child of God in this life. 

But the Divine Goldsmith "mercilessly" keeps it there because He knows when to stop. He keeps guaranteeing the metal to remain there for a few more minutes. He will say: "Son/Daughter, I am holding you tight in my crucified hands. You will remain here for just the time required to be graciously purified. Take your hands off and be silent and know that I am the God of Grace (Psalms 46:10)". 

The refining pot and the furnace as God's plan to purify us so that the best in us will come out. We might go through devastating gossip, lies and distortions and misinterpretations and tarnishing and crucifixion which are too much to bear for the child of God. It might be loss of health and even livelihood. Even the best of friends and kin might turn their faces away and remain as if they have never known us. 

Sometimes the truth never comes out during our lifetime. But there will be a time when the truth will come out, at least at the Bema. Then we will rejoice. Our Lord will wipe our tears and pat our back and fill our hands with rewards. 

So today let's not get "excited" about the "scheming praises" and devastating criticisms. Let's  go to our "Heavenly Appeal Court" for ultimate justice and for endurance to remain on course. Let's look at our crucified, rejected, persecuted, forsaken and forgotten Lord and His experience of fire and get inspiration. Let's go after Him rather than looking up to the "higher mountains around" (Psalms 121:1) and get discouraged. Our help comes from our beloved Lord. He will never leave us nor forsake us.

Prayer for Today

"Lord Jesus! Give me grace and patience today to go through tough and painful experiences that you allow me in this life so that I will humbly submit to Your hands to mold me to be like Your image. Please help me not to get discouraged or impatient. Help me to wait for Your time to shape me for Your glory. Amen"  

Thursday, August 19, 2021


 Battle Against Hopelessness!

Colossians 4:2 - Continue earnestly in prayer, being vigilant in it with thanksgiving.
    The enemy tries to crumble our situations and puts us into deepest gloom when we might fall into utter hopelessness, and reach a stage of inability to pray. This is part of satanic warfare against us. He tries to stop us from using our great weapon of prayerfulness in all our situations (Ephesians 6:18-20). So we must fight this out with more prayer, and resist and rebuke the devil. We must be vigilant in prayer and be careful not to allow the enemy to drag us to prayerlessness. We must be earnest and vigilant in prayer with thanksgiving for answers to prayer at God's time. Thus we must get victory over our situations.

    The enemy attacked many God's servants and tried to make them stop praying. Elijah was in hopelessness when the enemy threatened him through Jezebel. So he ran away and even wanted to die because he was in utter hopelessness. He forgot that he could handle 450 prophets of Baal a few days back on Mount Carmel. There he proved that the gods of Jezebel are powerless and nonexistent. Still Elijah was sunk deep in hopelessness. He was fearful of this evil woman Jezebel and her threat. But God strengthened him by sending an angel to revive him with words of comfort and strengthened him with food and water. He was then recommissioned to continue with his ministry. During the following years, his ministry became doubly powerful through Elisha.

    Joseph was shut out for thirteen years, but God was working behind the scene to make him the Prime Minister of Egypt. Jacob, his father, was in utter frustration, hopelessness and depression for more than 15 years as he found out that his beloved son Joseph was no more. But God worked behind the scene during these dark years. Finally when he saw the chariots of Pharaoh came rolling in to take Jacob to see his son Joseph, Jacob's spirit revived.

    Yes, the God of Elijah, Joseph and Jacob lives for us! He is our God who will deliver us from the clutches of hopelessness, despair, despondency and depression. We must fight these tactics of the enemy on our knees and pray until victory comes to us.
    Praise God for the promise of victory! We are more than conquerors through our commander-in-chief who has won victory for us! Romans 8:37

Tuesday, March 9, 2021



Back in 1921, a missionary couple named David and Svea Flood went with their two-year-old son from Sweden to the heart of Africa—to what was then called the Belgian Congo. They met up with another young Scandinavian couple, the Ericksons, and the four of them sought God for direction. In those days of much tenderness and devotion and sacrifice, they felt led of the Lord to go out from the main mission station and take the gospel to a remote area.

This was a huge step of faith. At the village of N’dolera they were rebuffed by the chief, who would not let them enter his town for fear of alienating the local gods. The two couples opted to go half a mile up the slope and build their own mud huts.

They prayed for a spiritual breakthrough, but there was none. The only contact with the villagers was a young boy, who was allowed to sell them chickens and eggs twice a week. Svea Flood—a tiny woman of only four feet, eight inches tall—decided that if this was the only African she could talk to, she would try to lead the boy to Jesus. And in fact, she succeeded.

But there were no other encouragements. Meanwhile, malaria continued to strike one member of the little band after another. In time the Ericksons decided they had had enough suffering and left to return to the central mission station. David and Svea Flood remained near N’dolera to go on alone.
Then, of all things, Svea found herself pregnant in the middle of the primitive wilderness. When the time came for her to give birth, the village chief softened enough to allow a midwife to help her. A little girl was born, whom they named Aina.

The delivery, however, was exhausting, and Svea Flood was already weak from bouts of malaria. The birth process was a heavy blow to her stamina. She lasted only another seventeen days.
Inside David Flood, something snapped in that moment. He dug a crude grave, buried his twenty-seven-year-old wife, and then took his children back down the mountain to the mission station. Giving his newborn daughter to the Ericksons, he snarled, “I’m going back to Sweden. I’ve lost my wife, and I obviously can’t take care of this baby. God has ruined my life.” With that, he headed for the port, rejecting not only his calling, but God himself.

Within eight months both the Ericksons were stricken with a mysterious malady and died within days of each other. The baby was then turned over to some American missionaries, who adjusted her Swedish name to “Aggie” and eventually brought her back to the United States at age three.
This family loved the little girl and was afraid that if they tried to return to Africa, some legal obstacle might separate her from them. So they decided to stay in their home country and switch from missionary work to pastoral ministry. And that is how Aggie grew up in South Dakota. As a young woman, she attended North Central Bible college in Minneapolis. There she met and married a young man named Dewey Hurst.

Years passed. The Hursts enjoyed a fruitful ministry. Aggie gave birth first to a daughter, then a son. In time her husband became president of a Christian college in the Seattle area, and Aggie was intrigued to find so much Scandinavian heritage there.

One day a Swedish religious magazine appeared in her mailbox. She had no idea who had sent it, and of course she couldn’t read the words. But as she turned the pages, all of a sudden a photo stopped her cold. There in a primitive setting was a grave with a white cross-and on the cross were the words SVEA FLOOD.

Aggie jumped in her car and went straight to a college faculty member who, she knew, could translate the article. “What does this say?” she demanded.

The instructor summarized the story: It was about missionaries who had come to N’dolera long ago...the birth of a white baby...the death of the young mother...the one little African boy who had been led to Christ...and how, after the whites had all left, the boy had grown up and finally persuaded the chief to let him build a school in the village. The article said that gradually he won all his students to Christ...the children led their parents to Christ...even the chief had become a Christian. Today there were six hundred Christian believers in that one village...
All because of the sacrifice of David and Svea Flood.

For the Hursts’ twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, the college presented them with the gift of a vacation to Sweden. There Aggie sought to find her real father. An old man now, David Flood had remarried, fathered four more children, and generally dissipated his life with alcohol. He had recently suffered a stroke. Still bitter, he had one rule in his family: “Never mention the name of God-because God took everything from me.”

After an emotional reunion with her half brothers and half sister, Aggie brought up the subject of seeing her father. The others hesitated. “You can talk to him,” they replied, “even though he’s very ill now. But you need to know that whenever he hears the name of God, he flies into a rage.”
Aggie was not to be deterred. She walked into the squalid apartment, with liquor bottles everywhere, and approached the seventy-three-year-old man lying in a rumpled bed.

“Papa?” she said tentatively.
He turned and began to cry. “Aina,” he said, “I never meant to give you away.”
“It’s all right Papa,” she replied, taking him gently in her arms. “God took care of me.”

The man instantly stiffened. The tears stopped.
“God forgot all of us. Our lives have been like this because of Him.” He turned his face back to the wall.

Aggie stroked his face and then continued, undaunted.

“Papa, I’ve got a little story to tell you, and it’s a true one. You didn’t go to Africa in vain. Mama didn’t die in vain. The little boy you won to the Lord grew up to win that whole village to Jesus Christ. The one seed you planted just kept growing and growing. Today there are six hundred African people serving the Lord because you were faithful to the call of God in your life...
“Papa, Jesus loves you. He has never hated you.”

The old man turned back to look into his daughter’s eyes. His body relaxed. He began to talk. And by the end of the afternoon, he had come back to the God he had resented for so many decades.

Over the next few days, father and daughter enjoyed warm moments together. Aggie and her husband soon had to return to America—and within a few weeks, David Flood had gone into eternity.

A few years later, the Hursts were attending a high-level evangelism conference in London, England, where a report was given from the nation of Zaire (the former Belgian Congo). The superintendent of the national church, representing some 110,000 baptized believers, spoke eloquently of the gospel’s spread in his nation. Aggie could not help going to ask him afterward if he had ever heard of David and Svea Flood.

“Yes, madam,” the man replied in French, his words then being translated into English. “It was Svea Flood who led me to Jesus Christ. I was the boy who brought food to your parents before you were born. In fact, to this day your mother’s grave and her memory are honored by all of us.”
He embraced her in a long, sobbing hug. Then he continued, “You must come to Africa to see, because your mother is the most famous person in our history.”
In time that is exactly what Aggie Hurst and her husband did. They were welcomed by cheering throngs of villagers. She even met the man who had been hired by her father many years before to carry her back down the mountain in a hammock-cradle.

The most dramatic moment, of course, was when the pastor escorted Aggie to see her mother’s white cross for herself. She knelt in the soil to pray and give thanks. Later that day, in the church, the pastor read from John 12:24: “I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” He then followed with Psalm 126:5: “Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.”

(An excerpt from Aggie Hurst, Aggie: The Inspiring Story of A Girl Without A Country [Springfield, MO: Gospel Publishing House, 1986].)

Tuesday, October 27, 2020



Sweet Aroma for Christ from Us!

Victorious Christian Life from the altar of true worship and sacrifice produces sweet-smelling aroma from us to Jesus! 2 Corinthians 2:14

This sweet aroma can be evident in God’s children through our response to this knowledge which is planted in us in:



















Prayer for Today:

“Oh! God! Pardon my failures in producing sweet-smelling aroma for You and help me today to produce spiritual fragrance to minister unto Your heart. Amen!”