Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Hmmmm
Hello!
Haha! This is an uninteresting a.k.a boring article.
Ok. I was feeling at a very low, emotionally tired. I would not be very badly tired by my tired body, but psychology works best against me. I was feeling that this environment dosen't really suit me, so I decided to go back to Maris Stella, the place where I spent 10 years of my life.
When I went back, I really felt old. All these younglings streaming out of school, with only me and my friend in jc. Then, I met many friends that I have not seen in a long time, as old as me and younger than me. It pleases me that they have matured a little more. It brought back many dear and wonderful memories and some not so nice. Anyway, it was a nostalgic experience.
Even the teachers were changed. No one remains the same forever And they all reminded me of the o's. I was pretty stress. Then, I met Swee and went to his house. Played a little while with old classmates. Pretty happie then. I went to church. Then, as usual, some parts of it was alien to me. During mass, I was very distracted. I couldn't help but think of all my worries, guilt etc. After mass, I left to be on my own. Who knew I would meet some people I know of. Then, I realised I was holding onto the past. Yes, it was perhaps a nice dream. But, could it be allowed ro dictate my life? So, should I throw it away? The past gave me everything that is not in the present. Lessons learned, skills acquired, what I have came from the past, not to mention another 4 years. As such, what am I to do? There was a lingering pain and fear of losing things. But what God freely gave should be freely given back. Plus the present is what we have only; the past is gone; and the future is not certain. Hence, I thought perhaps that the past is not to be forgotten, but to look back to constantly and not throw it away.
And I'm pretty sure that we were attracted or in love at least once in our lives. For me many times happen, but no girlfriend yet as I'm too shy. But looking to our elders, especially to our parents, one would think that theyare physically and emotionally similarto us. How did they stay together for so many years despite their differences. Thank God for our parents.
I was thinking of the holy Trinity. Many Christians say that there is no Trinity and that we are tritheist, not monotheist. But, have you ever thought that God is an entity of unimaginable complexity, too great for us to hold in our minds? Can He do what we cannot? God is the most subtle being ever created, for everthing came from him. All He does may be strange, but the underlying reason is love. Remember the Tower of Babylon? In spite of globalisation and English becoming well common, the effect still continues today. English is assimilated but changed. Plus, many peoples still cling to their mother tongue and each person wih their own “frequency”. I think of it as something bad with a blessing. Well... we cannot understand every one, but it brings about humility and diversity. Haha! The world is not boring, but it is whether we choose to listen closely for the music.
The Lord is indeed poweful. Numerous people worship the one true God under different names and ways. But, perhaps, there is only one proper way! Either way, I'm no theologian. Even.if they do not worship him, they have been affected by a large extent. But we should realised that only the will of God works through us. We really do nothing. We have no right to say what the will of God. And we should always peel our ears for the message of the Lord.There's always something for us.
Many of times we feel pain and don;'t want to do what we perceived to be painful. But, do we reaised that it did not hurt us although there is actually little pain? Experience tells us that ripping the plaster( not till the extent of a new wound) is much better that slowly peeling out. But why do I always take the other way? At such times, I pray:
Lord, it hurts. Let Your will be done. But please give me the grace to take this cup.
It is rather effective. It even brought back a smile to an almost tearing face and a laugh to a silent voice. We as Catholics should put prayer into actions. Everything we do should be accompanied with a prayer, even the smallest act, lest we sin. This I fail nost of the time. The Lord does not demand that we be perfect, but try to be perfect. Life is all about change, work and the experience. We have to continually change an stive to become lke God. If we always take the easy way, we deprived ourselves of these as we experience the same things.
When we faik to see God in others, we fail to see God in ourselves. I mean if we think that others are hopeless, what makes us more perfect? This would be utter hipocracy! We are like the Lord, because we are able to love. Not because of our abilities, strengths gifts etc.
We should be a community, not an exclusive club which we thankfully haven't become. Growing together, but taking our separate paths. But all roads end at the same destination. So don't worry!
Phew! I end here.
Cini
ps. I don't know if I'm right.
interesting stuff i found.
"Center" yourself on His word!
Psalm 118:8 ~ "It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to trust in man."
594 chapters before it.
594 chapters after it.
594 + 594 = 1188
the Center of the Word.
anne.
Monday, January 30, 2006
"The Difference"
I got up early one morning and rushed right into the the day;
I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have the time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me and heavier came each task;
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
He said, "But you didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me.
He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My Child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day.
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.
~ Grace L. Naessens
anne.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Time is in our hands
I haven shared here for quite a while already. I was just pondering over today's second reading. The part about being distracted and not giving full attention when you're married. I inferred that it refers to BGR as well. Then I was like telling God in my mind then I will not forget or dedicate more time to friends or girlfriend. Then I remembered that I only spend 5-10 mins a day talking to him before I sleep on weekdays. And those 5-10 mins are like when I'm really sleepy and stuff. Then I immediately said i'll dedicate my weekends to him. But again, it won't be the whole day I'm dedicating. Its just 2 hours at St Anne's helping out at cathecism and the whole morning and early afternoon with LOG and probably adoration room. So if we add it altogether, I don't even dedicate 24 hours which is a day out of 7 days of the week to God. It was a reality check.
Then the reading said again, it isn't a threat to us. Reverse psychology maybe? Then when it was holy communion time, I was reminded of the story posted by Anne, about Jesus writing his name on my cards with blood. Immediately I bowed my head down and felt really guilty about it. Praise the Lord for touching me and others with that story and thanks Anne for being the messenger of God. Happy Chinese New Year everyone!
mark
hey. thought id share something that's been going on, on the side of my computer.
you know that whole the room story i posted up on thurs?
well that post actually took months to post it up.
i first saw it online probably after the retreat in december and when i read it i immediately felt like i had to share it with somebody because it just held so much meaning in it. but the moment i was about to post it up i literally felt something pull me back and delete that post. and there was this voice that keep telling me not to post it up.
well yeah so that really freaked me out and over the whole month everytime i came to the logblog i was brooding over it. there were quite a no of times over the month where i tried to blog it up but the voice kept coming back and practically screamed at me not to post it up because it knew that if i did, i'd offend someone badly. yeah..those are it's exact words if i remember correctly.
and i didnt know what made me blog it up finally but i was going through a hell of a time just clicking the publish post button..practically forcing myself to tune that voice out. and the next two days were absolute hell for me..couldnt focus in anything at sch and even at one point i almost decided to use the sch's comp to log on to the blog and delete the post.
well..hearing how that story managed to send a message across to mark was probably the best thing i've heard so far this month cos the moment i saw it i felt a hell load being lifted off my shoulders.
one thing is that im really confused at why this happened to me because i dont know what God was trying to place across to me. i dont even know who that voice belonged to and why it was so intent on preventing anyone from reading it.
well. whatever it is..it's in God's will and thank God for such an experience.
oh. yeah
and thanks, H, for helping me post this up.
clarice
on behalf of anne.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
The 7-"Ups":
Wake Up!
...Decide to have a good day
Dress Up!
...Put on a smile
Shut Up!
...Learn to listen
Stand Up!
...for what you believe in
Look Up!
...to the Lord
Reach Up!
...for something higher than yourself
Lift Up!
...your prayers
have a great chinese new year holiday, ppl.
anne.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
hey i found this somewhere and well it got me into major thinking. so, well thought i shared it with you ppl.
The Room by Brian Keith Moore
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files.
They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and right to left as far as the eye could see, had very different headings.
As I walked up to the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read, "People I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.
I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then, without being told, I knew where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my entire life. The actions of my every moment, big and small, were written in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, mixed with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content.
Some brought joy and sweet memories, others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed".
The titles ranged from common, everyday things to the not-so-common, "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At".
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I Have Yelled At My Brothers and Sisters." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done In Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath At My Parents".
I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I had hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had time in my 17 years to write each of these thousands or millions of cards? But each card confirmed the truth.
Each card was written in my own handwriting. Each card was signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file.
I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew the file represented. When I came to the file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think such a moment had been recorded. A feeling of humiliation and anger ran through my body.
One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy, I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took the file at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.
I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. That was when I saw it.
The file bore "People I Have Shared The Gospel With". The handle was brighter than those around it. Newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box, not more than 3 inches long, fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came.
I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
Then as I looked up through my tears, I saw Him enter the room. No, please, not Him. Not here. Anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.
The few times I looked at His face I saw such sadness that it tore at my heart. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did he have to read every one?
Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put his arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file, and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
"No!" I shouted, rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no", as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine.
It was written in blood.
He gently took the card back.
He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.
I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on the door. There were still cards to be written.
anne.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
wanted to share this story thing i found of the net durnig my session but doubt i'll have one. haha so here it is. its a nice story. really struck me. :) enjoy
(ignore the weird symbols. cant be bothered to change them.)
Do you love me?
One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise.
Ah the beauty of God’s creation is beyond description.
As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work.
As I sat there, I felt the Lord’s presence with me.
He asked me,
“Do you love me?”
I answered,
“Of course, God! You are my Lord and Saviour!”
Then He asked,
“If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?”
I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn’t be able to do, the things that I took for granted.
And I answered, “It would be tough Lord, but I would still love You.”
Then the Lord said,
“If you were blind, would you still love my creation?”
How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I thought of all the blind people in the world and how many of them still loved God and His creation.
So I answered, “Its hard to think of it, but I would still love you.”
The Lord then asked me,
“If you were deaf, would you still listen to my word?”
How could I listen to anything being deaf? Then I understood.
Listening to God’s Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts. I answered,
“It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your word.”
The Lord then asked,
“If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?”
How could I praise without a voice?
Then it occurred to me: God wants us to sing from our very heart and soul. It never matters what we sound like. And praising God is not always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give God praise with our words of thanks. So I answered,
“Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your Name.
And the Lord asked,
“Do you really love Me?”
With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly,
“Yes Lord! I love You because You are the one and true God!”
I thought I had answered well, but God asked,
“THEN WHY DO YOU SIN?”
I answered, “Because I am only human. I am not perfect.”
“THEN WHY IN TIMES OF PEACE DO YOU STRAY THE FURTHEST?
WHY ONLY IN TIMES OF TROUBLE DO YOU PRAY THE EARNEST?”
No answers. Only tears.
The Lord continued:
“Why only sing at fellowships and retreats? Why seek Me only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so unfaithfully?”
The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.
“Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the good news? Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry on? Why make excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?”
I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.
“You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away. I have blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you continue to turn away. I have revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain in knowledge. I have spoken to you but your ears were closed. I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes were turned away. I have sent you servants, but you sat idly by as they were pushed away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all.”
“DO YOU TRULY LOVE ME ?”
I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no excuse. What could I say to this? When the tears had flowed, I said, “ Please forgive me Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child.”
The Lord answered,
“ That is My Grace, My child.”
I asked, “ Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do You love me so?”
The Lord answered,
“ Because you are My creation. You are my child. I will never abandon you.
When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you.
When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you.
When you are down, I will encourage you.
When you fall, I will raise you up.
When you are tired, I will carry you.
I will be with you till the end of days, and I will love you forever.”
Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I have hurt God as I had done?
I asked God,
“How much do You love me?”
The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced hands.I bowed down at the feet of Christ, my Saviour.
And for the first time, I truly prayed.
-jes
Sunday, January 22, 2006
im in the mood for motivational posters! so motivational posters it is! ta dah. (:
they really do cheer you up sometimes. (:
In order to find your full potential you must first test you endurance."
Peace is not found in our surroundings but is found in what is held within.
"It is in the ability to open our eyes and mind where limitless wonders are discovered."
'With a guiding light all obstacles can be overcome.'
other random things that were very humourous. i like. haha. not exactly motivational.. haha.
jes*
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
ah. i did type a post but it didnt come out and i can't recover it. sad.
so anyways i agree with rice. aj isnt much better in a spiritual way, thought about bringing god there but it's just weird since religion is kinda like... sensitive. so besides trying to just be christ centered and just doing stuff as a catholic should do, haven't thought of anything else. i feel like it's not enough sometimes but isnt there the saying ... spread the gospel or something and if neccessary use words?
ah well. im lazy to type everything out again. so. cheers! god bless!
p.s. RICE! go read purpose driven life.
ok. although i'm like really really tired i'm still thought i wanted to share this.
ok. the thing is. ok i'm seriously having a hard time figuring my JC out. why i'm like so sian. and should i change. and like my friend said all that you need to do is to make sure you're centered in God's will and everything will be fine. but WHAT is God's will. what does God want for me? really i don't know.
so but anyway. we were saying about how there is no God in VJ. how other schools have like morning prayers and praise and worship and everything. and ya it's true. and it's great to have things like that really.but if really God wants us to go to VJ then perhaps it's so that we can bring God to VJ i mean there is no GOd there so we bring God there! and i mean we aren't little children anymore. we don't need to be spoonfed!! these are my friend's words. haha yeah. so ya.
the reason why i don't want to stay isn't because of the no God thing actually. but ya. I DOn"T KNOW WHY SERIOUSLY. i'm just SIAN. and absolutely DREAD school. ya.
so i just pray that God will lead me. i pray that God will be my signboard! HAHA. yes and show me the way. because He truly is the way, the truth and the life. what would i do without him? what would we all be if we didn't have this hope, the faith, the trust in our Saviour. what would our lifes be like without the purpose and reason that He gave to us? for 15years of my life. i lived life like a drifting piece of wood in the sea. i really didn't know who was God. what mass is about. and that's about how far my "KNOWLEDGE" about my God went. so i Praise God for all that he has done for me. because i now have hope. and in this life you can't live without hope.
JESUS BE STRONG IN MY WEAKNESS
EMPOWER ME
clarice
Sunday, January 15, 2006
"We will never be prepared...
But all we need to be is to be willing..."
Someone said this during Legion sharing. I do not know whether God is calling me there, but that has to come under my disernment...
This statement made me think (a lot) of how we always try to get better or be more prepared for this certain session. But it doesn't matter as all God required us to be is willing. To be willing to serve him. To be willing to surrender ourselves. I remember during the last Core team elections, I felt that I was not best suited for any post, but I would not reject any post that was given to me- as I'll go where God calls. Through the past year?, his plan has been revealed to me. "Do not close the door on Jesus."
Another thing that was mentioned during legion by sister... something... about the gospel. Lowering the crippled man into the house where Jesus was. How dumb they must have looked! But still, the faith of the man and his friends, they did everything they could to get to Jesus...
What are you doing to get close to Jesus?
-Timothy Swee
Thank God for the weather today and the successful carwash
Sunday, January 08, 2006
hello...im here to share with you a short powerful prayer today for protection...i feel i need to because of something that really frightened me just now...yeah..this prayer..
My Jesus precious blood,
I claim full protection from every evil
Amen.
Yep thats its..its real short so u all should be able to remember..
Some priest, can't remember who, told it to me before when I was young and my family has always relied on this prayer for many years...so if you happened to experience something that made you frightened or afraid or you have experienced some spiritual warfare or whatever..just pray it... I'm certain it works..
Nise.
hello! well. school has been quite an experience. and it made me realise that the relationship with god is really two way. and i guess now its a challenge for me to come and eat my 'daily bread' and another to see christ in each unfamiliar face i meet in school
another thing i wanna share is abt this sunday. i think its sad that we have three of our brothers and sister, (and ex facils for some of us) to leave us, but yet im really amazed at how god has called them to do their work and they have so willingly said 'yes!' to him. and i guess looknig at them it would be a glimpse into the future for some of us? i think today we've grown alot because of this, and i definately think that we're back on the spiritual prep. by hearing how ppl pray, teach and share. i was truly amazed at how god worked. i mean like swee quoted from st paul, lord i thank you for my weaknesses for it is through them that i find strength in you and the fact that we all seemed to realised that we were losing god when we were all having so much fun shows how true that statement is.
in two years time we will finish jc, and the future really seems uncertain. yet we know that god has every single detail of our life planned out to what time we even do things. so i suppose we all really should lift up our lives tohim, and see where he guides us to.
anw on another note. i wanna share abt SA! i really like all the morning prayers and everything i think its a nice way to remind us that god is ever in our midst. i mean there're so many different christ orientated stuff on in SA! and my ogl just asked me and my friends to take part in easter week life concert. so cool. i think its god's way of telling me to shine for others arnd me, though i still dont really know how to. but i suppose he will guide me! (:
kris.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
hello everyone! (:
well. it's been one week of new experiences..big changes..struggles..crosses..too much fun. whatever. well. really eventful week i guess for most people. well..VJ was like so superly hyped up but i was like still kinda sian and i was like wondering why..so yeah i wasn't exactly having the most fun. but last day of orientation was pretty cool la. i guess i finally got into it. SORT OF. well. i guess i still am wondering why i'm a bit hesitant because it seems like soo and oliver and not sure about kong but ya seems like they are having loads of fun and so are my other scfriends. i really don't know.
so oh well. anyway. i guess because in scgs we never did have anything like prayers or mass or anything so no catholic culture is fine for me. but i guess it's hard to remember God when you're having so much fun. it's tough stuff. it's really tough. i mean seeing change. in situations. in people. everything. I HATE CHANGE. i NEED stability. that's me. i'm wondering whether it's because i miss scgs too much. i really don't know. but yeah well. i expected it to be worse though..going to a new school because everyone's really friendly. yeah. esp the OGLs. yeah.
i guess we've all struggled to a certain extent this week. so yeah. frankly to say..i did forget about God. i did forget i need Him. i did forget that He is the only one i need in times of trouble. so yeah i guess to much fun isn't always good. and well God has sent me my very first nice cross. i think i'm going struggle with this quite a bit. i mean the one person who i never really could get along with..is in my class. so well. this is it man. it was all too coincidental to be a coincidence. i guess this is what God wants me to learn from. it's gonna be hard. but well.
yeah. so start of school has been quite a bit of a nightmare for me. despite nice people in VJ and a lot of fun in VJ. because i'm not exactly looking forward to starting lessons either. well yeah.
but yeah i guess in all this dread you do find things that just help you along. i mean yeah. like what anne said during her teaching..how the other side of the cross we often forget. the side that there's always someone or something to help us along. well.
anyway really hope you guys will have fun no matter where you are...yupp. take care y'all.
clarice
Friday, January 06, 2006
hmmm, ok. haven blog here for so long. been tired out by the late nights and sudden change to wake up early. anyways, think i was qwite reluctant to go to mi. was qwite whiney abt it too. haha. one of the bad points is tt, it just isnt a catholic skool any more. i really do miss morning prayers and the whole atmosphere is just different la. like jes said, realising what the IJ spirit is all abt after 10 yrs. and im qwite proud of it actually. haha. i do think and compare alot between skools. and sometimes, i feel tt its just an excuse to make me feel like i shld belong to cj after all. but i really hafta stop debating with myself haven i. the pple at mi are always telling us to give mi and ourselves a chance. and watching as many as a quarter leave, its really tempting la. anyways, the past few days have been great. the pple are great. and i guess i shld finally stop thinking of cj and try to bring god to the pple ive met. so pls pray for me as i go thru this struggle. until results come out, mi it is den. and i pray as each of u go thru ur day in ur own jc, always rmb to bring god to everyone u meet, whatever religion or race.
evonne]]
Monday, January 02, 2006
his purpose was love and you...
friends are meant to bring you closer to God...
have faith...
come just as you are....
these struck me today... somehow these few days have been a little struggle for my spiritual side. it never ceases to amaze me how much Jesus suffered. and i still cant get over the fact that he still loves me despite the many mistakes and the fact that i was one of them who put him on the cross... yet he still died to take away our sins so that we would not suffer so much. how much love did it take for that to happen? a lot of love, courage and meekness i guess... definitely something that i cannot do.
somehow i feel extremely unworthy at this point of time and troubled at the same time.. i really dont know why but it just happens.. somehow i also dont know why i'm sharing this but yar.. i'm at a loss of words now.. so that will just have to do... perhaps after finding reason.. i'll share again.. =)
-joan-
allo logs
since that day when some of us went to watch saw2 and cine was playing dora the explorer ive been thinking alot about nursery rhymes.
and i realised that if you were to read mary had a little lamb from a different view, it'd almost be religion based. mary as in Mary mother of God, the lamb as Jesus, white fleece as humble hearted..stuff like that.
well so i yahoo'd and i found this somewhere online.
quite interesting.
sry. cldnt find the author though.
so. uh.
yeah.
Mary had a little lamb
its fleece was white as snow.
and everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was sure to go.
it followed her to school one day
which was against the rule.
He made the children laugh and play
to see a lamb at school.
and then the rules all changed one day,
illegal it became.
to bring a Lamb of God to school
or even to speak His name.
everyday turned worse and worse
and days turned into years.
instead of hearing children laugh,
we heard gun shots and tears
what must we do to stop this crime,
that's in our schools today?
let's let the Lamb come back to school
and teach us how to pray.
anne.
Hmmmm
Hello!
Haha! This is an uninteresting a.k.a boring article.
Ok. I was feeling at a very low, emotionally tired. I would not be very badly tired by my tired body, but psychology works best against me. I was feeling that this environment dosen't really suit me, so I decided to go back to Maris Stella, the place where I spent 10 years of my life.
When I went back, I really felt old. All these younglings streaming out of school, with only me and my friend in jc. Then, I met many friends that I have not seen in a long time, as old as me and younger than me. It pleases me that they have matured a little more. It brought back many dear and wonderful memories and some not so nice. Anyway, it was a nostalgic experience.
Even the teachers were changed. No one remains the same forever And they all reminded me of the o's. I was pretty stress. Then, I met Swee and went to his house. Played a little while with old classmates. Pretty happie then. I went to church. Then, as usual, some parts of it was alien to me. During mass, I was very distracted. I couldn't help but think of all my worries, guilt etc. After mass, I left to be on my own. Who knew I would meet some people I know of. Then, I realised I was holding onto the past. Yes, it was perhaps a nice dream. But, could it be allowed ro dictate my life? So, should I throw it away? The past gave me everything that is not in the present. Lessons learned, skills acquired, what I have came from the past, not to mention another 4 years. As such, what am I to do? There was a lingering pain and fear of losing things. But what God freely gave should be freely given back. Plus the present is what we have only; the past is gone; and the future is not certain. Hence, I thought perhaps that the past is not to be forgotten, but to look back to constantly and not throw it away.
And I'm pretty sure that we were attracted or in love at least once in our lives. For me many times happen, but no girlfriend yet as I'm too shy. But looking to our elders, especially to our parents, one would think that theyare physically and emotionally similarto us. How did they stay together for so many years despite their differences. Thank God for our parents.
I was thinking of the holy Trinity. Many Christians say that there is no Trinity and that we are tritheist, not monotheist. But, have you ever thought that God is an entity of unimaginable complexity, too great for us to hold in our minds? Can He do what we cannot? God is the most subtle being ever created, for everthing came from him. All He does may be strange, but the underlying reason is love. Remember the Tower of Babylon? In spite of globalisation and English becoming well common, the effect still continues today. English is assimilated but changed. Plus, many peoples still cling to their mother tongue and each person wih their own “frequency”. I think of it as something bad with a blessing. Well... we cannot understand every one, but it brings about humility and diversity. Haha! The world is not boring, but it is whether we choose to listen closely for the music.
The Lord is indeed poweful. Numerous people worship the one true God under different names and ways. But, perhaps, there is only one proper way! Either way, I'm no theologian. Even.if they do not worship him, they have been affected by a large extent. But we should realised that only the will of God works through us. We really do nothing. We have no right to say what the will of God. And we should always peel our ears for the message of the Lord.There's always something for us.
Many of times we feel pain and don;'t want to do what we perceived to be painful. But, do we reaised that it did not hurt us although there is actually little pain? Experience tells us that ripping the plaster( not till the extent of a new wound) is much better that slowly peeling out. But why do I always take the other way? At such times, I pray:
Lord, it hurts. Let Your will be done. But please give me the grace to take this cup.
It is rather effective. It even brought back a smile to an almost tearing face and a laugh to a silent voice. We as Catholics should put prayer into actions. Everything we do should be accompanied with a prayer, even the smallest act, lest we sin. This I fail nost of the time. The Lord does not demand that we be perfect, but try to be perfect. Life is all about change, work and the experience. We have to continually change an stive to become lke God. If we always take the easy way, we deprived ourselves of these as we experience the same things.
When we faik to see God in others, we fail to see God in ourselves. I mean if we think that others are hopeless, what makes us more perfect? This would be utter hipocracy! We are like the Lord, because we are able to love. Not because of our abilities, strengths gifts etc.
We should be a community, not an exclusive club which we thankfully haven't become. Growing together, but taking our separate paths. But all roads end at the same destination. So don't worry!
Phew! I end here.
Cini
ps. I don't know if I'm right.
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______________________________________________interesting stuff i found.
"Center" yourself on His word!
Psalm 118:8 ~ "It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to trust in man."
594 chapters before it.
594 chapters after it.
594 + 594 = 1188
the Center of the Word.
anne.
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______________________________________________Monday, January 30, 2006
"The Difference"
I got up early one morning and rushed right into the the day;
I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have the time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me and heavier came each task;
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
He said, "But you didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me.
He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My Child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day.
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.
~ Grace L. Naessens
anne.
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______________________________________________Sunday, January 29, 2006
Time is in our hands
I haven shared here for quite a while already. I was just pondering over today's second reading. The part about being distracted and not giving full attention when you're married. I inferred that it refers to BGR as well. Then I was like telling God in my mind then I will not forget or dedicate more time to friends or girlfriend. Then I remembered that I only spend 5-10 mins a day talking to him before I sleep on weekdays. And those 5-10 mins are like when I'm really sleepy and stuff. Then I immediately said i'll dedicate my weekends to him. But again, it won't be the whole day I'm dedicating. Its just 2 hours at St Anne's helping out at cathecism and the whole morning and early afternoon with LOG and probably adoration room. So if we add it altogether, I don't even dedicate 24 hours which is a day out of 7 days of the week to God. It was a reality check.
Then the reading said again, it isn't a threat to us. Reverse psychology maybe? Then when it was holy communion time, I was reminded of the story posted by Anne, about Jesus writing his name on my cards with blood. Immediately I bowed my head down and felt really guilty about it. Praise the Lord for touching me and others with that story and thanks Anne for being the messenger of God. Happy Chinese New Year everyone!
mark
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______________________________________________hey. thought id share something that's been going on, on the side of my computer.
you know that whole the room story i posted up on thurs?
well that post actually took months to post it up.
i first saw it online probably after the retreat in december and when i read it i immediately felt like i had to share it with somebody because it just held so much meaning in it. but the moment i was about to post it up i literally felt something pull me back and delete that post. and there was this voice that keep telling me not to post it up.
well yeah so that really freaked me out and over the whole month everytime i came to the logblog i was brooding over it. there were quite a no of times over the month where i tried to blog it up but the voice kept coming back and practically screamed at me not to post it up because it knew that if i did, i'd offend someone badly. yeah..those are it's exact words if i remember correctly.
and i didnt know what made me blog it up finally but i was going through a hell of a time just clicking the publish post button..practically forcing myself to tune that voice out. and the next two days were absolute hell for me..couldnt focus in anything at sch and even at one point i almost decided to use the sch's comp to log on to the blog and delete the post.
well..hearing how that story managed to send a message across to mark was probably the best thing i've heard so far this month cos the moment i saw it i felt a hell load being lifted off my shoulders.
one thing is that im really confused at why this happened to me because i dont know what God was trying to place across to me. i dont even know who that voice belonged to and why it was so intent on preventing anyone from reading it.
well. whatever it is..it's in God's will and thank God for such an experience.
oh. yeah
and thanks, H, for helping me post this up.
clarice
on behalf of anne.
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______________________________________________Saturday, January 28, 2006
The 7-"Ups":
Wake Up!
...Decide to have a good day
Dress Up!
...Put on a smile
Shut Up!
...Learn to listen
Stand Up!
...for what you believe in
Look Up!
...to the Lord
Reach Up!
...for something higher than yourself
Lift Up!
...your prayers
have a great chinese new year holiday, ppl.
anne.
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______________________________________________Wednesday, January 25, 2006
hey i found this somewhere and well it got me into major thinking. so, well thought i shared it with you ppl.
The Room by Brian Keith Moore
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files.
They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and right to left as far as the eye could see, had very different headings.
As I walked up to the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read, "People I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.
I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then, without being told, I knew where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my entire life. The actions of my every moment, big and small, were written in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, mixed with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content.
Some brought joy and sweet memories, others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed".
The titles ranged from common, everyday things to the not-so-common, "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At".
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I Have Yelled At My Brothers and Sisters." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done In Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath At My Parents".
I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I had hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had time in my 17 years to write each of these thousands or millions of cards? But each card confirmed the truth.
Each card was written in my own handwriting. Each card was signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file.
I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew the file represented. When I came to the file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think such a moment had been recorded. A feeling of humiliation and anger ran through my body.
One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy, I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took the file at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.
I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. That was when I saw it.
The file bore "People I Have Shared The Gospel With". The handle was brighter than those around it. Newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box, not more than 3 inches long, fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came.
I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
Then as I looked up through my tears, I saw Him enter the room. No, please, not Him. Not here. Anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.
The few times I looked at His face I saw such sadness that it tore at my heart. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did he have to read every one?
Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put his arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file, and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
"No!" I shouted, rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no", as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine.
It was written in blood.
He gently took the card back.
He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.
I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on the door. There were still cards to be written.
anne.
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______________________________________________Tuesday, January 24, 2006
wanted to share this story thing i found of the net durnig my session but doubt i'll have one. haha so here it is. its a nice story. really struck me. :) enjoy
(ignore the weird symbols. cant be bothered to change them.)
Do you love me?
One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise.
Ah the beauty of God’s creation is beyond description.
As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work.
As I sat there, I felt the Lord’s presence with me.
He asked me,
“Do you love me?”
I answered,
“Of course, God! You are my Lord and Saviour!”
Then He asked,
“If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?”
I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn’t be able to do, the things that I took for granted.
And I answered, “It would be tough Lord, but I would still love You.”
Then the Lord said,
“If you were blind, would you still love my creation?”
How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I thought of all the blind people in the world and how many of them still loved God and His creation.
So I answered, “Its hard to think of it, but I would still love you.”
The Lord then asked me,
“If you were deaf, would you still listen to my word?”
How could I listen to anything being deaf? Then I understood.
Listening to God’s Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts. I answered,
“It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your word.”
The Lord then asked,
“If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?”
How could I praise without a voice?
Then it occurred to me: God wants us to sing from our very heart and soul. It never matters what we sound like. And praising God is not always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give God praise with our words of thanks. So I answered,
“Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your Name.
And the Lord asked,
“Do you really love Me?”
With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly,
“Yes Lord! I love You because You are the one and true God!”
I thought I had answered well, but God asked,
“THEN WHY DO YOU SIN?”
I answered, “Because I am only human. I am not perfect.”
“THEN WHY IN TIMES OF PEACE DO YOU STRAY THE FURTHEST?
WHY ONLY IN TIMES OF TROUBLE DO YOU PRAY THE EARNEST?”
No answers. Only tears.
The Lord continued:
“Why only sing at fellowships and retreats? Why seek Me only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so unfaithfully?”
The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.
“Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the good news? Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry on? Why make excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?”
I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.
“You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away. I have blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you continue to turn away. I have revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain in knowledge. I have spoken to you but your ears were closed. I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes were turned away. I have sent you servants, but you sat idly by as they were pushed away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all.”
“DO YOU TRULY LOVE ME ?”
I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no excuse. What could I say to this? When the tears had flowed, I said, “ Please forgive me Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child.”
The Lord answered,
“ That is My Grace, My child.”
I asked, “ Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do You love me so?”
The Lord answered,
“ Because you are My creation. You are my child. I will never abandon you.
When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you.
When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you.
When you are down, I will encourage you.
When you fall, I will raise you up.
When you are tired, I will carry you.
I will be with you till the end of days, and I will love you forever.”
Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I have hurt God as I had done?
I asked God,
“How much do You love me?”
The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced hands.I bowed down at the feet of Christ, my Saviour.
And for the first time, I truly prayed.
-jes
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______________________________________________Sunday, January 22, 2006
im in the mood for motivational posters! so motivational posters it is! ta dah. (:
they really do cheer you up sometimes. (:
In order to find your full potential you must first test you endurance."
Peace is not found in our surroundings but is found in what is held within.
other random things that were very humourous. i like. haha. not exactly motivational.. haha.
jes*
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______________________________________________Tuesday, January 17, 2006
ah. i did type a post but it didnt come out and i can't recover it. sad.
so anyways i agree with rice. aj isnt much better in a spiritual way, thought about bringing god there but it's just weird since religion is kinda like... sensitive. so besides trying to just be christ centered and just doing stuff as a catholic should do, haven't thought of anything else. i feel like it's not enough sometimes but isnt there the saying ... spread the gospel or something and if neccessary use words?
ah well. im lazy to type everything out again. so. cheers! god bless!
p.s. RICE! go read purpose driven life.
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______________________________________________ok. although i'm like really really tired i'm still thought i wanted to share this.
ok. the thing is. ok i'm seriously having a hard time figuring my JC out. why i'm like so sian. and should i change. and like my friend said all that you need to do is to make sure you're centered in God's will and everything will be fine. but WHAT is God's will. what does God want for me? really i don't know.
so but anyway. we were saying about how there is no God in VJ. how other schools have like morning prayers and praise and worship and everything. and ya it's true. and it's great to have things like that really.but if really God wants us to go to VJ then perhaps it's so that we can bring God to VJ i mean there is no GOd there so we bring God there! and i mean we aren't little children anymore. we don't need to be spoonfed!! these are my friend's words. haha yeah. so ya.
the reason why i don't want to stay isn't because of the no God thing actually. but ya. I DOn"T KNOW WHY SERIOUSLY. i'm just SIAN. and absolutely DREAD school. ya.
so i just pray that God will lead me. i pray that God will be my signboard! HAHA. yes and show me the way. because He truly is the way, the truth and the life. what would i do without him? what would we all be if we didn't have this hope, the faith, the trust in our Saviour. what would our lifes be like without the purpose and reason that He gave to us? for 15years of my life. i lived life like a drifting piece of wood in the sea. i really didn't know who was God. what mass is about. and that's about how far my "KNOWLEDGE" about my God went. so i Praise God for all that he has done for me. because i now have hope. and in this life you can't live without hope.
JESUS BE STRONG IN MY WEAKNESS
EMPOWER ME
clarice
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______________________________________________Sunday, January 15, 2006
"We will never be prepared...
But all we need to be is to be willing..."
Someone said this during Legion sharing. I do not know whether God is calling me there, but that has to come under my disernment...
This statement made me think (a lot) of how we always try to get better or be more prepared for this certain session. But it doesn't matter as all God required us to be is willing. To be willing to serve him. To be willing to surrender ourselves. I remember during the last Core team elections, I felt that I was not best suited for any post, but I would not reject any post that was given to me- as I'll go where God calls. Through the past year?, his plan has been revealed to me. "Do not close the door on Jesus."
Another thing that was mentioned during legion by sister... something... about the gospel. Lowering the crippled man into the house where Jesus was. How dumb they must have looked! But still, the faith of the man and his friends, they did everything they could to get to Jesus...
What are you doing to get close to Jesus?
-Timothy Swee
Thank God for the weather today and the successful carwash
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______________________________________________Sunday, January 08, 2006
hello...im here to share with you a short powerful prayer today for protection...i feel i need to because of something that really frightened me just now...yeah..this prayer..
My Jesus precious blood,
I claim full protection from every evil
Amen.
Yep thats its..its real short so u all should be able to remember..
Some priest, can't remember who, told it to me before when I was young and my family has always relied on this prayer for many years...so if you happened to experience something that made you frightened or afraid or you have experienced some spiritual warfare or whatever..just pray it... I'm certain it works..
Nise.
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______________________________________________hello! well. school has been quite an experience. and it made me realise that the relationship with god is really two way. and i guess now its a challenge for me to come and eat my 'daily bread' and another to see christ in each unfamiliar face i meet in school
another thing i wanna share is abt this sunday. i think its sad that we have three of our brothers and sister, (and ex facils for some of us) to leave us, but yet im really amazed at how god has called them to do their work and they have so willingly said 'yes!' to him. and i guess looknig at them it would be a glimpse into the future for some of us? i think today we've grown alot because of this, and i definately think that we're back on the spiritual prep. by hearing how ppl pray, teach and share. i was truly amazed at how god worked. i mean like swee quoted from st paul, lord i thank you for my weaknesses for it is through them that i find strength in you and the fact that we all seemed to realised that we were losing god when we were all having so much fun shows how true that statement is.
in two years time we will finish jc, and the future really seems uncertain. yet we know that god has every single detail of our life planned out to what time we even do things. so i suppose we all really should lift up our lives tohim, and see where he guides us to.
anw on another note. i wanna share abt SA! i really like all the morning prayers and everything i think its a nice way to remind us that god is ever in our midst. i mean there're so many different christ orientated stuff on in SA! and my ogl just asked me and my friends to take part in easter week life concert. so cool. i think its god's way of telling me to shine for others arnd me, though i still dont really know how to. but i suppose he will guide me! (:
kris.
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______________________________________________Saturday, January 07, 2006
hello everyone! (:
well. it's been one week of new experiences..big changes..struggles..crosses..too much fun. whatever. well. really eventful week i guess for most people. well..VJ was like so superly hyped up but i was like still kinda sian and i was like wondering why..so yeah i wasn't exactly having the most fun. but last day of orientation was pretty cool la. i guess i finally got into it. SORT OF. well. i guess i still am wondering why i'm a bit hesitant because it seems like soo and oliver and not sure about kong but ya seems like they are having loads of fun and so are my other scfriends. i really don't know.
so oh well. anyway. i guess because in scgs we never did have anything like prayers or mass or anything so no catholic culture is fine for me. but i guess it's hard to remember God when you're having so much fun. it's tough stuff. it's really tough. i mean seeing change. in situations. in people. everything. I HATE CHANGE. i NEED stability. that's me. i'm wondering whether it's because i miss scgs too much. i really don't know. but yeah well. i expected it to be worse though..going to a new school because everyone's really friendly. yeah. esp the OGLs. yeah.
i guess we've all struggled to a certain extent this week. so yeah. frankly to say..i did forget about God. i did forget i need Him. i did forget that He is the only one i need in times of trouble. so yeah i guess to much fun isn't always good. and well God has sent me my very first nice cross. i think i'm going struggle with this quite a bit. i mean the one person who i never really could get along with..is in my class. so well. this is it man. it was all too coincidental to be a coincidence. i guess this is what God wants me to learn from. it's gonna be hard. but well.
yeah. so start of school has been quite a bit of a nightmare for me. despite nice people in VJ and a lot of fun in VJ. because i'm not exactly looking forward to starting lessons either. well yeah.
but yeah i guess in all this dread you do find things that just help you along. i mean yeah. like what anne said during her teaching..how the other side of the cross we often forget. the side that there's always someone or something to help us along. well.
anyway really hope you guys will have fun no matter where you are...yupp. take care y'all.
clarice
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______________________________________________Friday, January 06, 2006
hmmm, ok. haven blog here for so long. been tired out by the late nights and sudden change to wake up early. anyways, think i was qwite reluctant to go to mi. was qwite whiney abt it too. haha. one of the bad points is tt, it just isnt a catholic skool any more. i really do miss morning prayers and the whole atmosphere is just different la. like jes said, realising what the IJ spirit is all abt after 10 yrs. and im qwite proud of it actually. haha. i do think and compare alot between skools. and sometimes, i feel tt its just an excuse to make me feel like i shld belong to cj after all. but i really hafta stop debating with myself haven i. the pple at mi are always telling us to give mi and ourselves a chance. and watching as many as a quarter leave, its really tempting la. anyways, the past few days have been great. the pple are great. and i guess i shld finally stop thinking of cj and try to bring god to the pple ive met. so pls pray for me as i go thru this struggle. until results come out, mi it is den. and i pray as each of u go thru ur day in ur own jc, always rmb to bring god to everyone u meet, whatever religion or race.
evonne]]
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______________________________________________Monday, January 02, 2006
his purpose was love and you...
friends are meant to bring you closer to God...
have faith...
come just as you are....
these struck me today... somehow these few days have been a little struggle for my spiritual side. it never ceases to amaze me how much Jesus suffered. and i still cant get over the fact that he still loves me despite the many mistakes and the fact that i was one of them who put him on the cross... yet he still died to take away our sins so that we would not suffer so much. how much love did it take for that to happen? a lot of love, courage and meekness i guess... definitely something that i cannot do.
somehow i feel extremely unworthy at this point of time and troubled at the same time.. i really dont know why but it just happens.. somehow i also dont know why i'm sharing this but yar.. i'm at a loss of words now.. so that will just have to do... perhaps after finding reason.. i'll share again.. =)
-joan-
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______________________________________________allo logs
since that day when some of us went to watch saw2 and cine was playing dora the explorer ive been thinking alot about nursery rhymes.
and i realised that if you were to read mary had a little lamb from a different view, it'd almost be religion based. mary as in Mary mother of God, the lamb as Jesus, white fleece as humble hearted..stuff like that.
well so i yahoo'd and i found this somewhere online.
quite interesting.
sry. cldnt find the author though.
so. uh.
yeah.
Mary had a little lamb
its fleece was white as snow.
and everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was sure to go.
it followed her to school one day
which was against the rule.
He made the children laugh and play
to see a lamb at school.
and then the rules all changed one day,
illegal it became.
to bring a Lamb of God to school
or even to speak His name.
everyday turned worse and worse
and days turned into years.
instead of hearing children laugh,
we heard gun shots and tears
what must we do to stop this crime,
that's in our schools today?
let's let the Lamb come back to school
and teach us how to pray.
anne.