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Tuesday, December 26, 2006 @ 9:19 PM
If you have time for God. IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR GOD. Only if you have time for God Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work. Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has causedlot of the problems in our world today. We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning... Maybe, Sunday night...And, the unlikely event of a midweek service. We do like to have Him around during sickness... And, of course, at funerals. However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play... Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should,handle on our own. May God forgive me for ever thinking... That... there is a time or place where.. HE is not to be FIRST in my life. We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us. If, You aren't ashamed to do this... Please follow the directions. Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before myFather ."Not ashamed?Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!! Yes, I do Love God. HE is my source of existence and Savior. He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13) This is the simplest test. If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE hasdone for you... Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you! I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You loveHim? THE POEM I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurriedprayer,And jumped up off my knees. My Christian duty was now done. My soul could rest at ease. All day long I had no timeTo spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,They'd laugh at me I'd fear. No time, no time, too much to do,That was my constant cry,No time to give to souls in needBut at last the time, the time to die.I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his handsGod held a book; It was the book of life. God looked into his book and said ”Your name I cannot find .................... I once was going to write it down... But never found the time" Now do you have the time to pass it on? Make sure that you scroll through to the end. Easy vs. Hard Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie? Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up? Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff? Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one? Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of thenasty ones?Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs aregetting larger?Do you give up? Think about it. Are you going to forward this, or delete it? Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stopthis one! Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer forthe person that sent it to you.... That's all you have to do.... There is nothing attached.... This is so powerful.... Do not stop the wheel, please.... Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one.... There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothingwill...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it? There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New Englandtown. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty,bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak... "I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply. "What are you gonna do with them?" I asked. ”Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time" "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?" ”Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them." The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds,son?" ”Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain oldfield birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!" "How much?" the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?" The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placedit in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, settingthem free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story. One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come fromthe Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I justcaught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knewthey couldn't resist. Got 'em all!" "What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked. Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!" "And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'llkill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked ”Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take themand they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. Youdon't want those people!!" "How much?" He asked again. Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life." Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price. The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit. Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and thenwonder why the world's going to hell. Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan(who, by the way, also "believes" in God). Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing? Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send itto many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, orwhat they will think of you for sending it to them. Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me. I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they willbe blessed by God in a way special for them. And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that indeed it was sent out to many more. Saturday, December 23, 2006 @ 10:22 PM
Christmas service. (: Yeah! Today christmas service was fun! Really need to thanks those who make an effort to come down and join us. Need to congratulate Zhaoyi and Yvonne for recieving Jesus into their lives. Well, i guess those "chanting" i did really works. I "chant" before, during and after training. I " chant" whenever i see them. I "chant" in MSN. I "chant" on the phone. I "chant" on the way to Damai training and on the way back. Actually i'm not quite sure why they call those sharings as chanting. I talked alot, as in i shared alot with them, whenever i could. Finally i see people who receive christ today! XD HAPPY! Thank God for the 2 converts! FNWC1- 20 FNW- 100 Y-HOPE- 1000 We will do it as long as we have faith. (: Friday, December 22, 2006 @ 6:29 PM
Christmas service. Anyone interested to join my church for christmas service on 23rd december, saturday, CONTACT ME! It's at Kallang Theatre and we have FREE bus there. it's from 3-5pm. Really hope to see you there! Thursday, December 21, 2006 @ 3:10 PM
Finally blogging. It had been so long since i last blog. Well, need to congratulate sis, she got into SAJC for her 3 months. Kinda proud of her, though i don't feel like saying that. Next, the farewell party for graduating seniors! FUN, FUN, FUN!! :) The best part is the Treasure Hunt and the water fight! Haha. Looking at seniors running there and here to search for papers really amuse me. Opps. =X But they looked tired, exciting though.:) Water Fight. :D All of us got wet from head to toe. Everyone was running like some crazy people who just come out from IMH. PS. Real serious patients of IMH.NO DOUBT! After that went to cwp. Bought Bubble tea and sat at corridoor. It was cold and it's even colder when everyone started to lame. Real lame and crappy. Next time don't even bother to lame or crap with netballer. Sure lose.Haha. After that took 911 home with hengyin and wei wei. was discussing about BBQ for netball. Hope it can work out. Got home. Tired and cold. But FUN! Sunday, December 03, 2006 @ 1:06 PM
Stars and Dots. My sheperd Wanting just show me this story. My noisy sis share with me before, but i have forgotten.Haha. So i thought i could just post it here to share. ________ The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing : They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another. The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too.. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars. Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. "He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person." After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them. One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lulia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.'That's the way I want to be,'thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it. "It's easy," Lulia replied. "every day I go see Eli. " "Eli?" "Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him." "Why?" "Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there." And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away. "But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out. Lulia didn't hear.So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. "It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name. "Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked. "Of course I do. I made you."Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks." "I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard." "Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think." "You don't?" "No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.."Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump.My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?" Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me." Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this -- much less his maker. He didn't know what to say. "Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained. "I came because I met someone who had no marks." "I know. She told me about you." "Why don't the stickers stay on her?" "Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them." "What?" "The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers." "I'm not sure I understand." "You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes." Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it." And when he did, a dot fell to the ground. ________________ We judge people, be it family, friends, aquaintance and etc, by OUR OWN standard. Which ,to some people, might to too high, to some, might be too low. As days goes by, these"Stars and Dots"(remarks), matters more than any other things. Those people with "Stars" will look down on those without or with "Dots". But God make everyone of us different in OUR OWN special way. We might be clever, good in a particular thing, but it don't give us the right to judge people. Neither do those who ain't clever or good in any thing to judge people. For all of us are God's children.Everyone is equal. We shouldn't say judgemental things. The remark of the one who make us (God) is more important than any other "Stars and Dots" given by people as they do not know what is the best for us. |