Weathering the Walk: After a Typhoon


It is difficult to walk knee deep in debris

Arriving after a super storm, imagining what was, seeing what is left

The littered land, no – the obliterated land

Leveled, uneven, colorless, open-wounded earth

Toppled trees like thousands of arrows released from the sky

Bodies line what might be roads, no one walking

Bodies float as water takes a new course, no one wading

The forecast for Haiyan was serious, the outcome worse

A knock-out punch to the Philippines

In a chapel, bodies wrapped in blankets – feet exposed

A black cross was silent testament to the catastrophe

Survivors screaming to set foot in a makeshift hospital

A child was born in the rubble, new hope

The un-severed umbilical cord of family abroad, a life blood

Thank God for mercy flights


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“Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)” Lyrics sung by Taya Smith & Matt Crocker, Hillsong UNITED



You call me out upon the waters

The great unknown where feet may fail

And there I find You in the mystery

In oceans deep my faith will stand



I will call upon Your Name

And keep my eyes above the waves

When oceans rise

My soul will rest in Your embrace

For I am Yours and You are mine



Your grace abounds in deepest waters

Your sovereign hand will be my guide

Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me

You’ve never failed and You won’t start now



Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders

Let me walk upon the waters

Wherever You would call me


Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander

And my faith will be made stronger

In the presence of my Saviour



I will call upon Your Name

Keep my eyes above the waves

My soul will rest in Your embrace

I am Yours and You are mine


Lyrics written by Joel Houston, Matt Crocker, Salomon Lighthelm.

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Traversing the Mountain of God: A North Korean Odyssey PART THREE

Feet first

I jump into water that shoulders the boundaries

Of the fanatically-fenced land with the open-for-business land

I go under cover of darkness

And just miss the search lights of the destroyer

Rays of hope, I want to think and then…

I am pulled from the water

And hastened by a helper onto the next long leg of the journey

On a train,

I catch my breath, Your breath.

My training in non-existence kicks in

I can disappear into that inner place

That inner walk with You.

Bumping along, I sleep with one eye open

Resting on the cushion of air at my back

Resting only in God, my deliverer

One eye open

Heart hesitating to believe what I see from the train window

Beauty of nature and productivity of man,

A glimpse of the secret garden

My eye cries a few old tears and some of me slips back into the prison of the walls

You encounter my doubt with Your love.

I climb out.

Resolute that I am meant to climb higher

Noting that there is still a great need for inner-speak in my outer walk.


Through more borders without walking papers

I am at the mercy of Your hand

My helpers have given much

Advice and provisions and a cover story.

I pass through….

The guards and the crowds can’t see that I am a giraffe!

They don’t notice that my heart is led into confidence

By a pillar of fire.


© 2013 by Teresa Sandhu. All rights reserved

Traversing the Mountain of God: A North Korean Odyssey PART ONE

Walls within walls within walls…

My inner-speak is free and You hear every word.

We walk in the secret garden of love You have planted in my heart

I can see how things should be in the light of Your love.

You regard my rootless restlessness

In the outer political dungeon

With Your loving compassion.

And then, as though it were a blessing and a preparation,

You take off my thin shoes with Your warm hands.

Wash my calloused feet and anoint them with the fragrant oil

Of Your presence.

You have given them

An itch for freedom of movement

Outside these walls.


These days

My outer path is cold, circular and unrelenting.

A maze of fragmented heart-rending choices

To do what is best for my family

And yet serve the political dragon.

When I walk ‘underground’

I find great illumination in the darkness

As I walk in Your word in worship.

Outside, I walk with heart tucked in

A paper badge on my sleeve;

My biggest lie.


With Your wind at my back

My longing for freedom gets a longer stride.

Your comfort is there as I turn a corner and make difficult choices…

What to do next? So many possible snares!

Comfort again from You and

By Holy Spirit impetus,

I am bid to move into the forbidden freedom.

To climb an impossible mountain.

With courage.


Where will strength and provision for the treacherous journey come from?

Wholly His I have wholly received

The breath of life within me.

The source of life.  The overcoming power.

You breathe encouragement into me


Your every Word a firestorm of love

You fan the flame in my heart.

I have learned an inner walk

Where I walk on the coals of this furnace within me

In practice

You have shown me what I can do

With You at my back.

Every practical matter is in Your hands.

Sight unseen,

I begin to trust deeply in an underground part of me

That You are forming.


© 2013 by Teresa Sandhu. All rights reserved

Walking the Tightrope with Faith in God


Sometimes the tightrope is literal:

Balancing act: Nik Wallenda in training for his Grand Canyon walk (Photo: Jason Elias)

Wallenda is religious… His miked-up prayers were heard by millions of viewers as he inched his way along the wire. But he denies he is “testing” God with his stunts. “To test God would be to never train, never practise, and then to walk across the Grand Canyon; or to jump off a building, or throw myself in front of a truck,” he says. “My faith simply means that I have confidence in the fact that if I die, I know where I’m going.”


Sometimes the tightrope is figurative:

There is a godly tightrope of dynamic tension between the reality of subjective experience and biblical doctrine.  Let us strive to maintain our balance!  There is a tension – it is supposed to be there!

Goll, Jim W. The Seer: The Prophetic Power of Visions, Dreams, and Open Heavens. Shippensburg, PA: Destiny Image, 2004. p. 82-83.