There is a very popular saying, “follow your heart”. Oftentimes it is used as advice when someone doesn’t know what to do. It sounds delightful and even brings a sense of warmth and comfort.  Besides, nothing’s more comfortable than doing what feels natural to us. It’s so common that you may even find yourself saying it. So it “sounds” good, but is it Biblical? Should we follow our hearts? 

When you plan for your vacation, you save up, you do research on your destination, and you make sure that’s where you want to go. Then when you get your tickets you check again and again making sure you are going to the right airport, right gate and right airplane; ensuring you don’t miss your flight. So much planning and care for a one or two week trip, yet how much time do people spend thinking and planning about where they will spend eternity?

On Wednesday, February 29, 2012 I was at the Apostolic Church of Jesus Christ for the Service just like every Wednesday.  I was leading the Praise & Worship that night.  After we finished with the Worship, I went to the back as I usually do as Pastor Sophocles Christodoulou started praying before the preaching of the Word of God.

He never walked away from the hungry in need. Thousands of people He was willing to feed. He never walked away from those in need of healing. He restored that which the devil was stealing. 

People look to the future with uncertainty. Many try to avoid the thought that one day they will get older and finally die. A law professor in a university, who was a believer, had a young law student in his office who was full of life and excitement about the “bright” future that he would have in his career as a lawyer.

Viaţa mea era într-adevăr  insuportabilă, nu numai faţă de mine dar şi de ceilalţi din jurul meu, de cei apropiaţi şi ceilalţi cunoscuţi! Fără să exagerez, eram o problemă mişcătoare, sau să  o spunem altfel o dinamită cu tije de iritabilitate şi negativitate gata să explodeze spre toate direcţiile.

My life had become unbearable, not only affecting me but also everybody around me. It is not an exaggeration to say that I was just a ‘moving problem’. My parents were terrified and my brothers absolutely embarrassed because they did not know what to do to help me. All the problems started during my early adolescence. When the Turkish invasion took place in Cyprus in July 1974, I was 14 years old. Though our house was very close to the cemetery, I did not have any problem with it whatsoever. In fact, when I was very young, I even used to play with my friends in or around the cemetery and considered it quite normal.