You know, growing up as a Christian throughout my teenage years, I often wondered what my response will be should I ever be held captive or be tortured because of my faith. I think this stemmed forth from reading those POWs' wartime stories and the heroic recounts of Corrie ten Boom.

Honestly, I don't know. I don't think we can surely say that we won't deny our faith at the point of facing certain death. But I know that if such times do befall us, our love for God; the depth of our relationship with Him will all be shown & made known.

I do think of this still, even now. At least now I truly know what it means to be fearless even in the face of death.

I nearly got into a road accident on Sat night and the incident left me shaken and reeling from shock for several minutes. But it reminded me on how being absent in the body means being back home with God..so my perspective on death did take a turn that night. Nothing to fear, really, we should not be afraid of death itself. But of course, I did "shake up" and realized how short and fragile life really is..I wanna make mine count.

I remembered reading from Dr Yonggi Cho's book on how a pastor nearly denounced his faith during wartime because the enemies threatened to bury his family if he don't do so. His wife prevented him from doing so and the entire family sang praises to God as the enemies buried them alive.

It got me thinking again. And if ever a day like this comes, I pray I'll be strong enough to say: "I love You and that's all I really know".