I believe the ideal is not woman fighting for rights.
But men fighting for woman rights.

To those who have plans to do form 6:

It will be a battle of your mind. A war between the old self and new. The old self finds little or no meaning in this endless/pointless toil. The new man fights that there is a reason for this - character building, and that it glorifies your creator.
So, to satisfy your conscience, you direct your will to put effort in excelling in your studies. But the sleepless nights tire you, and your old sinful nature emerges again to lure you back to "saving the world" through computer games ( you can beat the Nazis in "Company of Heroes" or save the galaxy in "Starcraft" ) which give some temporary meaning.

Everyday is war.

Your will and desire clashes in the early hours of the day whether to attend school or not. Your will and conscience says that it is good for your future, while your desires scream for more rest on your bed, giving reasons that there is no meaning in educational success (after all, it is the high school dropouts that hire the degree holders, e.g. bill gates).

And as time passes on, you realize you have only 2 months to D-Day.

The world seems to give you the impression that all hope lies in that 4 papers. (Physics, Chemistry, Math and General Paper). Your culture/community identifies you by the As achieved. And maybe your parents think the same (thank God mine are not!).

Now, you wished you had studied more. You wished you had been a good and obedient child and had not spent those many hours on youtube and msn or hanging out at the mall.

And so, you cry out to God in desperation.

" Save me, O God,
for the waters have come up to my neck.

I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the floods engulf me.

I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God."

Well, this describes where I am now.
Humbled and broken... and really really really desperate.

What it means to fear God.

Suppose you were exploring an unknown glacier in the north of Greenland in the dead of winter. Just as you reach a sheer cliff with a spectacular view of miles and miles of jagged ice and snow mountains, a terrible storm breaks in. The wind is so strong that the fear rises that it might blow you and your party right over the cliff. But in the midst of it you discover a cleft in the ice where you can hide. Here you feel secure, but the awesome might of the storm rages on and you watch it with a kind of trembling pleasure as it surges out across the distant glaciers.

At first there was the fear that this terrible storm and awesome terrain might claim your life. But then you found a refuge and gained the hope that you would be safe. But not everything in the feeling called fear vanished. Only the life-threatening part. There remained the trembling, the awe, the wonder, the feeling that you would never want to tangle with such a storm or be the adversary of such a power.

John Piper 

 

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