My dream on fine noon day!

Well, today I have a wonderful nap.
I dreamt that I met my father. It was at some place but much more like at my home now. We talked about financial things and my father smiled.
I don’t remember details of the conversation but I left my father a little bit dissatisfied.

As I walked down the stairs, my father caught my arm and showed me his financial statement from the bank. My eyes caught on the number around 150 million rupiah. My heart sank. It wasn’t enough to pay the store’s debt.
I argued my father that it wasn’t enough but he said I must have miss the other number on different currency. Yes, I was and the number showed more than USD60,000. Somehow it didn’t calculate in my head.

So my father asked me, “What’s wrong?” I just burst in tears, ran to him, and tell him that they are throwing us out from our present home.

Unfortunately, I woke up. To my surprise, my eyes have running tears.

I really miss my father!

As I analyzed the dream, I noticed that my father was not what he should look like while he was alive. A lot different actually, but I can still recognized him as my father. Maybe this is what Jesus has in mind when we are given a new body.

This gives me assurance that my father already with Jesus. Thank you, Jesus!
I miss you, Pa!

Me and my Chinese heritage!

This year Chinese New Year will be my first year as a married person and that means I have to give out Angpaos. Well, this time of year always raises some conflicts between my Christian values and my Chinese heritage.

This morning my grandpa already set up a prayer table in front of the house. I always try to avoid meeting him that early. He will suggest me to pray in front of the table. But already 10 years I’ve been living with him and every time I managed not to pray.

Why pray in front of the altar? As far as I know, we pray to our ancestors for blessings on this New Year. This contradicts with my Christian believes.

The Bible teaches me to only ask blessings from God not ancestors. Alright, I’ve been taught to honor my parents, and that include my ancestors. But praying for their blessings is against the first rule : You shall not have another god but God alone.
That’s why I can’t pray in front of the altar.

My grandpa (from father side) never gives up to making me listen to his words on praying to ancestors. I also never gives up on saying no. So today is going to be a wonderful fight for me to stand on my believe, my faith to Jesus.

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Well, nothing significant happened this year!
My family just gather together and just eat and talk!

Thank you Jesus!