God’s love, which is stronger than death, is causing me to continue walking the path of the mission the Lord has given me (John 6:1–15). “At that very time some Pharisees came and said to Him, ‘Leave this place and go somewhere else. Herod wants to kill You.’ He replied, ‘Go tell that fox, “I will keep driving out demons and healing people today and tomorrow, and on the third day I will reach My goal.” In any case, I must press on today and tomorrow and the next day—for surely no prophet can die outside Jerusalem! Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing. Look, your house is left to you desolate. I tell you, you will not see Me again until you say, “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord” (Luke 13:31–35). ...
When we do not know what to do “O our God, will you not judge them? For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you” (2 Chronicles 20:12). I sometimes do not know what to do. Actually, it seems that more and more I don’t know what to do. When I immigrated to America at the age of twelve, I didn’t even know any English alphabet. But when I went to school, a teacher said to all the class that there would be test next day, memorizing twenty English words. I didn’t know what to do. I cried that night and barely memorized all twenty English words. Next day I went to school and tried to take the exam, but the teacher said I don’t need to take the test because I came yesterday. I couldn’t believe it. I still remember I couldn’t adapt to American culture when I was adolescent. In addition...