It has been difficult to be Christian, or to conduct myself like one in a military setting, but I can hardly blame my circumstances for my neglect of prayer and Word, but instead accept that the faults have purely been my own.
I have forgotten to love, and to value what I set out to, and also allowed the good parts of my person to die out of neglect and poor feeding.
It took Mr. Ong's mentoring and reminding about the seasonal changes and growth that I would go through, as well as some encouraging from assorted persons.
Is there still any trace of Christ left in me? Us disciples must carry the marks of our Master.
As co-heirs with Christ, we share in His sufferings that we may share in His great joy and glory at the end of all of it.
It is a painful reluctant climb back to obedience.
Worldliness is just never enough.
May God's patience and mercy never wear out with a recalcitrant like me but instead give my entire life a thorough overhaul, teaching me to love and respect people and to worship Him in spirit and in truth.
Another batch of people have passed out under me, and this time my extent of influence is huger. This time I wonder, what is the effect I have on these young men.
Will there be praise won for my Father in heaven because of any good work, or would there be a failure to recognize Christ in any bit of me.
