This morning just before the moment i woke up, i had a dream. it seems that it comes to the doomed day, where there are two rooms for believers and nonbelievers each. and i then comes the big screen, in which one of the sisters in my church seized her mom's hands, shouting, "Mom, here, with me, please!" so eagerly, cause it is a special time. it is so special that you just hope all of your beloved ones will be with you, in that room, where there are full of our brothers and sisters.

   i was thinking why i had this dream.

  my grandfather, who is over 80 years old now, and in serious sickness now. and at the very beginning, i don't think it is my business to spread gospel to him. not only because of my laziness, but also my little faith is telling me again and again about this: he could not be possible to be saved.

   My grandfather has 7 children, among whom only my mom is a believer, and when my mom spread gospel to him, she met with resistence. and to be honest, i seldom talk to him,cause i live a little bit far away from him. but anyway, there is every excuse for yourself if you want to be lazy about something. However, God is awesome! One Sunday morning during the worship, after the sermon that mentioned about praying for your family members, i did pray for him, with little feeling, just blurting out. and from then on, if my memory is correct, i seldom prayed for him except that when my staying with my mom, and listening to her worrying about this. i did go back to pray for him, hoping one day the gospel will come to him. but to be frank, every time when i pray, i was doubting who will bring gospel to him? ME? it doesn't seem to possible.

   Hey, don't be disppointed!  one day, my mom asked my brother and his wife to see him just tried to show the filial piety. and i remember that i did pray that my brother will spread gospel to him, still with little faith, cause my brother seem not like the one who can spread the gospel, though. He DID. He talked about Jesus to my second uncle, and then when he came back he seemed to have the mission in his heart he continously called my uncle, and when he knew that every night my grandfather was disturbed by the evil spirit, my brother began to tell him about heaven and hell. Hail! i feel so surprised about this. the only feeling when the moment i got to know this is that i just want to cry, cry for God's mercy, God's wonderous miracle here.

   Even though my grandfather still was not converted, i believe that God has his time, and HE will do the great thing, not only for my uncle, my grandfather, but also for my brother, the one who was weak but was strengthened by God. Awesome! Praise God! and i will continously pray for my brother and my uncle and my grandfather. and hoping all the brothers and sisters who read this will also join me. Let God"s work be done! Glory be to God.!