But the new Lin Wei—the one who had just surrendered his fig leaves—simply put his arm around her.
Lin Wei scoffed. I know this already.
He looked at his life. His prayer life was a frantic attempt to keep God from being angry. His service was a ladder he was climbing to reach a heaven that felt farther every year. He had turned the infinite ocean of grace into a tiny, leaky bucket of works. The Complete Works of Watchman Nee - Grace In Christianity
One humid Tuesday, after a deacon’s meeting where he was scolded for the air conditioning bill, Lin Wei walked into a dingy second-hand bookstore in Chinatown. He wasn’t looking for God. He was looking for silence. But the new Lin Wei—the one who had
But then he read a passage that stopped his breath. Nee described a Christian trying to be humble. The man clenches his jaw, lowers his voice, and forces a smile. He calls this "victory." But inside, his pride is boiling. Nee wrote: “The effort to suppress the self is not the cross; it is civil war. Grace is not God helping you to be better. Grace is God agreeing to live His life through you instead of you trying to live yours for Him.” He looked at his life
The next Sunday, Lin Wei showed up to church. He didn’t run the soundboard. He didn’t lead the prayer meeting. He sat in the back row.