Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Good day!

Monday morning, I woke up with a smile. I told myself that today, it's is going to be a good day. I strongly believe that if I can manage my emotional and try to be optimistic, I can lead a happy life. Problems follow no matter where you go, however, I can choose to be happy. And today is Wednesday, and yet, I was enjoying and happy, though a little bit of worry but I believe God will lead my way.

Alia really inspired me a lot. She is doing a project whereby all the donation will foused on repairing cleft lip and palate. She gave talks and has her own fund raising. That's cool because I can see that she is very confidence in what she is doing and she dares to act, compared to me which I think I was a little bit "coward". What's her driven force? Izit her dream? Love for the unfortunate? That's what I asked her and she told me that she will answer my question in her blog... Hm..

Actually I have been sad for a while today but I just try to avoid the feelings. My sister told me that "ulat buku" will not get others attention. I was a bit shaken and sad. Why she mentioned that? I was angry because all the while I don't think I was a "ulat buku". There's a few projects in my head and one of them is under the progress and the project turned out to be a good news because the Chinese Association in Pontian agreed to sponsor most of our expenses. We are organizing a Health Fiesta in Pontian. As one of the high committee members, of course I was happy. In the other hand, Melvin and I are going to start a Christian fellowship in our campus. For this, I was really scared because this is our first time and it really needs a proper planning. I was really afraid to mislead the group and I really hope that there is a pastor going to help us with this. Besides, I was really asking for God's guidance. I am not the one who is planning, but God. Hopefully, He can use a very little servant like me to complete his redemption mission. That's all for now, going to write an e-mail to Rev. Wong Poh Sing to ask for her opinions and going to do some of my homeworks. I will not forsake my studies but at the same time, I know I have to obey the God's mission. Again, I am not a bookworm. "In order to talk and be with a bird, they, themselves must first become a bird". Therefore, I will never blame my sister because we are taking different course. I was really enjoying my life. Again, problem is there no matter where you are going but, let's have a triumphant in our problems. Learn from there. But then, humans are weak. So, I will try to seek for the advices and helps. It's not easy to soar like an eagle:)

Saturday, January 23, 2010

The Pastor and his son

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts .

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'

His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'

'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.'

Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'

Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'

'Thanks Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a
Gospel Tract .

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that * JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU * and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE..'

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Well, the 2nd of the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.

As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago,leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the
other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs
startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly...

I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front
porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!

The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you
that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU .' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's
little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honour to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the
front pew where the little angel was seated...

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honour for his son... Except for One.

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!
Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.
Please share this wonderful message...

Whether or not you love JESUS, and believe in HIM, please forward this message.
Spread His word, and share His goodness and faithfulness.

Matthew 10:32 says:
'Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him before My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before men, I will disown him before My Father in

> Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.

> Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.

> Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.

> Painful moments, TRUST GOD.

> Every moment, THANK GOD.

-writers : unknown

Sunday, January 17, 2010

"Worlds Apart"

I am the only one to blame for this
Somehow it all ends up the same
Soaring on the wings of selfish pride
I flew too high and like Icarus I collide
With a world I try so hard to leave behind
To rid myself of all but love
to give and die

To turn away and not become
Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves
more deeply than the oceans,
more abundant than the tears
Of a world embracing every heartache

Can I be the one to sacrifice
Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow

To love you - take my world apart
To need you - I am on my knees
To love you - take my world apart
To need you - broken on my knees

All said and done I stand alone
Amongst remains of a life I should not own
It takes all I am to believe
In the mercy that covers me

Did you really have to die for me?
All I am for all you are
Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart

I look beyond the empty cross
forgetting what my life has cost
and wipe away the crimson stains
"dull the nails that still remain"
More and more I need you now,
I owe you more each passing hour
the battle between grace and pride
I gave up not so long ago
So steal my heart and take the pain
and wash the feet and cleanse my pride
take the selfish, take the weak,
and all the things I cannot hide
take the beauty, take my tears
the sin-soaked heart and make it yours
take my world all apart
take it now, take it now
and serve the ones that I despise
speak the words I can't deny
watch the world I used to love
fall to dust and thrown away
I look beyond the empty cross
forgetting what my life has cost
so wipe away the crimson stains
"dull the nails that still remains"
so steal my heart and take the pain
take the selfish, take the weak
and all the things I cannot hide
take the beauty, take my tears
take my world apart, take my world apart
I pray, I pray, I pray
take my world apart

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Meet our friend, Jesus..


A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day,decided to pause by the altarand see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle,

The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while.

His shirt was kinda shabby and his coat was worn and frayed,

the man knelt, he bowed his head,

Then rose and walked away..

In the days that followed, each noon time came this chap,

each time he knelt just for a moment,

A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear,

He decided to stop the man and ask him,

'What are you doing here?'

The old man said, he worked down the road.

Lunch was half an hour.

Lunchtime was his prayer time,

For finding strength and power.

'I stay only moments, see, because the factory is so far away;

as I kneel here talking to the Lord,

This is kinda what
I say:




The minister feeling foolish,

told Jim, that was fine.

He told the man he was welcome

To come and pray just anytime

Time to go, Jim smiled, said 'Thanks.'

He hurried to the door..

The minister knelt at the altar,

he'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love,

and met with Jesus there.

As the tears flowed, in his heart,

he repeated old Jim's prayer:




Past noon one day, the minister noticed

that old Jim hadn't come.

As more days passed without Jim,

he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,

learning he was ill.
hospital staff was worried, But he'd given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them,

Brought changes in the ward.

His smiles, a joy contagious.

Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn't understand

why Jim was so glad,

when no flowers, calls or cards came,

Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,

He voiced the nurse's concern:

No friends came to show they cared.

He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke

up and with a winsome smile;

'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,

that he's in here all the while everyday at noon He's here,

a dear friend of mine, you see,

He sits right down, takes my hand,

Leans over and says to me:



Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Yes... I had finished Behavioral Sciences..

Yeppy! Today, I had just finished the Behavioral Sciences final examination. Actually what is BS all about? We learnt the basic theories of learning, social pshycology, stress and coping...many various disorders and others.. Wow! Can I say that it is quite scary to study about human being? Sorry to say that I can't accept some of the theories. For example, the Zimbardo's experiment: He said that the prison guards are innocent, they are just doing their roles to ABUSE the prisoner! It's social role.. What is social role? Social roles are the behaviours which were expected by the cultures!!! However, I always do that as well! I will always think in this way "I have to..... because I am a ...." Erm.. Izit because I am human being?? Whatever it is, I had finished the exam!! Looking forward for "Medical Microbiology"..
This afternoon, after the exam, I called my mum..guess what did my mum said! She said: "At last, u smile, u laugh.." I have been in a bad mood recently..It's because something really affect me until I can't sleep some night.. Insomnia? Haha.. No way!