At about 8:00 am, the bell would ring, and then the stampede from the hostel to the assembly ground. It is time for morning assembly. You really have to be quick about it, otherwise you will land into the net of the school prefects and be harvested for late coming. You know what that means…

In those days in school, the first thing that hit my eyes that early morning as I file behind a fellow student is the inscription on a small wooden board, hanging in front of the Principal office: “God writes straight on crooked lines”

To me ‘writing on crooked lines’ means God can do all things, and this was just my understanding of the inscription, then. Nineteen years now, I understand better.

The life of a Christian on earth is like crooked lines. The pains we go through while trying to do His will, the disappointments, the tears, the struggles, all make up the crooked lines. Like a potter and the clay, He keeps moulding us, trying to be as soft as He can with His delicate hands. As a master sculptor, he keeps chirping away the rough edges of our nature and characters. And like a goldsmith, he allows us to pass through the refining fire. By the time He is through, you will come out a sparkling gold. Then will you be conformed to His image and likeness – qualified to join Him in the heavenly places when the time is due.

My brother, my sister, do not resist. Try not to murmur. Endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ (2 Timothy 2:3). He is in the process of straightening your crooked nature in order to conform to His image. And when that awaited time comes, you will never have any drop of regret in your cup.

The FACT is that it is difficult to do the will of God while here on earth but the TRUTH is that He keeps molding us in this crooked path in order to make us straight to be able to reach home through the narrow way.

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