<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571</id><updated>2012-01-01T00:02:09.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UnQuenchable</title><subtitle type='html'>a Hunger for the Word, a Thirst for Truth... Only the Living Water can satisfy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-7633784150221837666</id><published>2009-07-17T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:30:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yoke Is Easy</title><content type='html'>Matthew 11:28 is a verse most Catholics are familiar with. They may give you a blank look when you quote the numbers, but once prompted with, "Come to me, you who...", most people will be able to complete it, "... are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest."&lt;br /&gt;Jesus goes on to call us to follow Him, for He is gentle and humble of heart, His yoke is easy and His burden light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such comfort this verse brings. Think most of us would like to be assured that we can always run to Jesus when life gets too tiring and difficult. I was just reflecting on this verse last night, and I recall how frequently I moan lately about the weight of the cross God has put on my back. How heavy it is, how tiring it is to do the work of ministry sometimes. Honestly there are times I feel like running away from it all... from the cross of leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But His words reach me.. "My yoke is easy, my burden light."&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to carry my weight alone, Jesus will shoulder it with me. If it's heavy perhaps it's because I am relying on my own strength, or carrying extra loads of my own making.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I feel burdened I just need to remember... His yoke is easy, His burden light... and go running back to my friend Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-7633784150221837666?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7633784150221837666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=7633784150221837666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7633784150221837666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7633784150221837666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-yoke-is-easy.html' title='My Yoke Is Easy'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-8951723767009323722</id><published>2009-02-25T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:22:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>482,400 Minutes</title><content type='html'>One year ago minus 30 days was the last time I wrote something here.&lt;br /&gt;That was my first day on this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one month's time, I would have been working here for 525,600 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write here again, at the start of Lent, sort of a milestone in my journey.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this season last year, God led me to a new job, my current employment. With the ressurrection of Christ, I began a new journey in my life feeling apprehensive but trusting in Christ all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Lenten journey is about to begin anew.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I will find myself at the end of these 40 days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-8951723767009323722?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8951723767009323722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=8951723767009323722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8951723767009323722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8951723767009323722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2009/02/482400-minutes.html' title='482,400 Minutes'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-8132605269175760643</id><published>2008-03-25T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:15:52.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1...</title><content type='html'>First day on the job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day reading catalogues and Wiki-ing some physics terms. Most of the time I'm left to my own devices, which is not half bad... Had the freedom to MSN, read a chapter of manga online and did some emailing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as first days go, this one is really uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's a good thing... Heh.. Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had time to even attend 6 pm mass at Holy Spirit Church today. Another first... First time in about 2 years that I attended weekday mass in that place. Still much prefer Risen Christ... maybe I could try going there for mass one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I sat there in the chapel, I found myself crying out to God once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really the best You've got for me? Aren't You a God Who cannot be outdone in generosity? The One Who gives in abundance? How come I end up in this small, slow company deep in Upper Thomson Rd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride and my desire for recognition were talking once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the first day... Too early to make any sort of conclusions about the new place. But I sure had plenty of time to think, and you know what they say about idle minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, my God, help me to trust in You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me to hold firm in You, that You are Good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though my heart cries out and rebels, still my soul proclaims You are my Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep me always in the shadow of Your Grace&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.4catholiceducators.com/graphics/psalm34.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-8132605269175760643?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8132605269175760643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=8132605269175760643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8132605269175760643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8132605269175760643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-1.html' title='Day 1...'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-5392400559643373134</id><published>2008-03-24T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:57:49.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Into New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's Easter... Alleluia, the Lord is Risen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a thoughtful season of Lent. An amazing period of reflection, where if I but put in a little bit of effort, the Lord responded so profoundly with His wisdom. Feels like Lent has been forever, but it has been a meaningful time of drawing closer to God.. like the prodigal returning to his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the end of Lent comes new life in Easter... which is kinda literal for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow ends my months long unemployment as I begin my first day at my new job. Bittersweet symphony as I list down the things I will miss once I start working again. I will surely miss the carefree days where my time is completely my own, just as surely as I am looking forward to updating my bank book every month and seeing the figures go up again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Holy Week I learnt the meaning of dying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;In accepting this unexpected employment which landed in my lap I learnt to submit to God, to start the process of letting go of my desire for worldly acclaim, as I was reminded that God does not measure success the way the world does. Dying to self feels a lot like the word implies... not a comfortable sensation definitely. The sense of surrender, to plunge into the unknown and trusting in the guidance of the Lord. A mixture of apprehension and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as a dear sister reminded me.. as I die to myself, so I shall find new life in the Risen Christ in Easter. This same sister pointed me to read 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho, a wonderful book which came at an appropriate time, much like the "omens", the sign of the times, which the author spoke a lot about as he spun his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I've been reading the "omens" correctly, this new job should be the next step in my journey towards my treasure, my heart's desire.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.trans4mind.com/new_life_course/success.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-5392400559643373134?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5392400559643373134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=5392400559643373134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5392400559643373134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5392400559643373134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2008/03/dying-into-new-life.html' title='Dying Into New Life'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-7603853742623733832</id><published>2008-03-06T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:43:08.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New Indeed</title><content type='html'>I realise something today.&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the year, I remember blogging about the countdown party at IHM. It was there that I prayed to the Lord to do something new in my life, along with the others in attendance. I remember meaning it too... I wanted the Lord to renew me, to excite me &amp;amp; surprise me in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess He did not waste any time.&lt;br /&gt;One week after that I became the coordinator of Youth Arise. Heh. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;So today I realised that I "brought it upon myself" through that prayer. What happened was an answer to my own prayer. Again the saying holds true, "Be careful what you pray for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, oh Lord...&lt;br /&gt;You can be really sneaky sometimes, You know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-7603853742623733832?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7603853742623733832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=7603853742623733832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7603853742623733832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7603853742623733832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-new-indeed.html' title='Something New Indeed'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-2435748431703043934</id><published>2008-02-18T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:34:33.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leader</title><content type='html'>God-given leadership is given to a person who seeks not to lead, but seeks to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those who want to be first will be last. Those who seek to be the greatest must be the servant of all." -- &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did not only speak these words, He backed it up with his actions.&lt;br /&gt;He demonstrated it with the way He lived His life; never refusing anyone who came to Him for healing, washing His disciples' feet, and ultimately by dying on the Cross in exchange for all our lives... we who are not even worthy to undo the straps of His sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a point to reflect on, for it is all too easy to forget that the word "servant" comes first in "servant-leader". As I try to find my way in my new role in ministry, it is something that the Lord really reminds me... To remember where I came from, what put me on the path of ministry in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my YISS in 2004 I remember leaving with a fire inside but without the ability to do anything. I had no confidence to lead worship, I could not speak a word of prophecy, I didn't have knowledge to teach... All I had was a burning desire to do something for this God who had rescued me, to serve Him somehow. I guess that's probably what the Lord saw, and that was all He needed to get to work in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 3 years later I am amazed of the things I have seen the Lord do in my life. Not by might, not by power, but truly only by His Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for this... I did not ask to be placed where I am. But I am quite certain this is where I need to be at this point in my life, to fulfill the plans He has for me... whatever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that I will be able to say with St. Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I came to you, brothers, I did not come with eloquence or superior wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling. My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit's power, so that your faith might not rest on men's wisdom, but on God's power."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-2435748431703043934?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/2435748431703043934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=2435748431703043934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/2435748431703043934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/2435748431703043934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2008/02/leader.html' title='Leader'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-5320976640036268270</id><published>2008-02-14T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:37:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentine's Day, so let us take time to especially thank God for the great love He has poured into our lives. We often take for granted the fact that God loves us, lost in the flood of activities and conversations that make up a day in the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this day dedicated to celebrate love, let us remember He who IS Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us also not forget the people He has placed around us to express His love... Family, friends, loved ones. Let us appreciate how blessed we are to have these people to share &amp;amp; experience love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is customary for friends &amp;amp; lovers to exchange gifts on Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder what would Jesus do if we were to ask Him for a Valentine gift (He being the lover of our souls and all)? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps all He needed to do was to smile &amp;amp; point at that old rugged cross on Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;For that is without a doubt the greatest gift of Love in the history of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when was the last time you told Jesus that you love Him? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-5320976640036268270?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5320976640036268270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=5320976640036268270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5320976640036268270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5320976640036268270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2008/02/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-4994045385636593418</id><published>2008-02-05T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:44:50.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha ha... Lazy me... it's already February, and I hardly blogged about January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is here again. Going home to celebrate with my family, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be (I hope..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick getaway from S'pore. Always good to be distant from it all every now and then... Puts things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my mind hardly stops turning for the past 2-3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I have made peace with the fact that my position now is where I am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;In true Christian fashion of doing things paradoxically, being in leadership brings me to the awareness that I am small and often inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;But small is what I am, for I must decrease, so that He may increase in me.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord sure has a way of bringing the proud to their knees, in humble adoration... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more I complicate matters, the Lord sometimes bring me back to the simple.&lt;br /&gt;As I cried out, lost and desperate for directions, visions, and how to move in leadership...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master simply said, "Follow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised how true it is, in all its glorious one-word-simplicity...&lt;br /&gt;A leader is one who shows the way, by following the Way, the Truth and the Life.&lt;br /&gt;There is only one game plan, to follow Him, and let Him make things fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. One word...&lt;br /&gt;But in itself lies the challenge... It is not easy to submit my will to Jesus. Not always keen to go where He leads... Heh =P.. Not even sure where He is going sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quo vadis Domine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lord, help me to trust You each and every day...&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge my sinfulness before You, help my unbelief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-4994045385636593418?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4994045385636593418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=4994045385636593418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4994045385636593418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4994045385636593418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2008/02/ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-8882928739810790715</id><published>2008-01-06T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:45:03.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I said 'Yes' to something that up til 24 hours ago I was unwilling to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's easy to let doubts and worries stop me from doing something I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A responbility that deep inside I have prepared myself for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still as the evening draws to a close and I let the day's events sink in, I realise how daunting the task ahead can be. Agreeing to it is only the first step, living it is another matter altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when I asked the Lord to do something new this year on New Year's Eve, He sure doesn't waste any time. Careful what you ask God eh? Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid? Sure, a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord spoke Isaiah 62:5 to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thank for the vote of confidence, Pops...&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way yeah?&lt;br /&gt;In You I put my trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-8882928739810790715?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8882928739810790715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=8882928739810790715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8882928739810790715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8882928739810790715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-i-said-yes-to-something-that-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-2072901477516776836</id><published>2008-01-01T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:59:50.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008 is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sucky to start the new year jobless.&lt;br /&gt;And although there hasn't been any YAM prayer meetings for a month, December still didn't feel like much of a break.&lt;br /&gt;So I start 2008 at the bottom... Out of a job and feeling a bit tired from the past year's worth of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet oddly there's a hope that rises as the calendar turns.&lt;br /&gt;There's something about new beginnings that bring a sense of expectation, a quiet assurance that things can only go up... One of the perks of starting at the bottom... Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, as brothers Daniel &amp;amp; Joel led everyone into a time of worship last night at the SACCRE Youth New Year Gathering, the Spirit came with His refreshing presence.&lt;br /&gt;Joel spoke about how New Year resolutions often seem to make us look to the past, to strive to do something we could not in the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;So let us instead look to our Creator... He is a God of endless creativity, and He knows the plans that He has for us! Let us invite Abba to do something new in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to kickstart the new year...&lt;br /&gt;With thanksgiving and praise to our God, gathered as a community of believers in the House of our Lord. Mass was awesome, IHM was full-house! Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;And the worship earlier set the theme... To welcome the new year with anticipation and gladness, as the Lord does something new in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit here today...&lt;br /&gt;My circumstances have not changed.&lt;br /&gt;But I can start changing on the inside... To let strength rise as I wait upon the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;To look forward to this new year with renewed hope and not dwell on the defeats of the past. Cos my God is gonna do something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it is good to be a child of the Most High!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-2072901477516776836?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/2072901477516776836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=2072901477516776836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/2072901477516776836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/2072901477516776836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-7768424239798643286</id><published>2007-12-27T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:23:20.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling At The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Christ in the vessel, we can smile at the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile at the storm, smile at the storm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.flydownload.com/img0605/sea_storm_3d_screensaver_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how a Sunday school song can have such profound words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was reflecting a few days back, I realise that I've been singing those lyrics happily since the recent YISS without pausing to ponder what it is I'm actually singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I really smile when the storms of life come rocking the boat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I remember correctly, the apostles were not smiling that fateful night when sudden gales transformed a tranquil voyage across the lake into a life or death struggle to keep their vessel afloat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With powerful waves slamming onto their boat and the rain hammering their bodies, the Twelve were not smiling at all... No, they were terrified. Scared out of their minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The storms we face today in Singapore are not so literal, but can be just as terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death of a loved one, parents getting divorced, friendships turned sour... The list goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my case, being jobless for a few months is starting to bug me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been feeling the waves of doubt assailing my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I ever find a suitable job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will anyone ever want to employ me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How come I'm still not sure what I want to pursue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chilling winds of fear can dampen my spirit at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the point of sending all those resumes if no one is going to respond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I be keeping my hopes up for this particular job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I blow the interview for a job I really like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still the Word of the Lord remains... Trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All it took from Jesus to calm the storm was a simple command. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At His Word, the winds were silenced, the rain ceased, and the waves lost their might. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was that simple for the Son of God, hardly broke a sweat going up against the forces of Nature. He did create them, didn't He?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it takes great faith to wait for His timing in the midst of life's storms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When nothing seems certain, it takes a man of great trust in the Lord to smile at the storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot always be that man... I falter and I become afraid when I look at my situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I imagine when I think of what it's like to smile at the storm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fearless Spartan warriors of '3oo', standing side by side with shields up and spears raised against the advancing Persian legions. They knew it was about to get nasty, that they may not make it out alive, but they were smiling. Confident. Trusting in their skills and those of their fellow soldiers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/1335/450300wallpaperbypudgetwv7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I know You have called me to stand as Your warrior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do fear, Lord, as I face the uncertainty of my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me to trust in You... Help me to always cling to You, even as the storm rages around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to look my troubles in the face confidently, and sing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Christ in my vessel, I can smile at the storm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-7768424239798643286?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7768424239798643286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=7768424239798643286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7768424239798643286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7768424239798643286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/12/smiling-at-storm.html' title='Smiling At The Storm'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-5131767141007156751</id><published>2007-12-23T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:37:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>My birthday wish 2 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I have not really known you these past 25 years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So for the next 25 years and beyond...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my life and make it Yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a feeling Abba's not done granting me that wish yet...&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's what happens after Jesus rescued me.&lt;br /&gt;I was left wondering how could I ever have lived my life without wanting Him by my side...&lt;br /&gt;Such a foolish notion.&lt;br /&gt;What's left to do is, well, to make up for lost time... For all those times I did not even try to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You Be Lifted High...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-5131767141007156751?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5131767141007156751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=5131767141007156751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5131767141007156751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5131767141007156751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/12/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-1532905124733525075</id><published>2007-12-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:22:01.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes &amp; Chocolate Cakes</title><content type='html'>Had 3 cakes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mark the end of my 26th year on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the cupcake from Becky...&lt;br /&gt;It may be small in size, but I loved every bite. Really was a very sweet thing to do, literally and figuratively speaking... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next cake caught this jaded birthday celebrant offguard.&lt;br /&gt;A meeting room at St. Joseph's Church priests' house was a rather offbeat venue to be celebrating someone's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the thought really counts... A big thanks to my sister Elaine for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared the third cake with Amplify's December babies.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really wanna go up there, since I'm just a guest in their house.&lt;br /&gt;But well, the crowd had spoken.... And I do appreciate everyone praying for me la... haha&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be welcomed in a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's the fact that someone remembers which warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;To be remembered, is really a great thing in a life that's like a flower quickly fading.&lt;br /&gt;And to have someone remember one's birthday, is one of God's little ways of reminding me...&lt;br /&gt;That I am special and dearly loved in His eyes, especially in this day when He fondly remembers the moment when He brought me into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean, like vapour in the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You catch me when I'm falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-- from "Who Am I" by Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-1532905124733525075?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1532905124733525075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=1532905124733525075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/1532905124733525075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/1532905124733525075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/12/cupcakes-chocolate-cakes.html' title='Cupcakes &amp; Chocolate Cakes'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-5495619285059921604</id><published>2007-12-22T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:26:46.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Lifted High</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I fall to my knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's You that they see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not I,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus, You be lifted high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are lyrics from Leeland's &lt;em&gt;Be Lifted High&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSg8n2JSL8k" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSg8n2JSL8k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word from the heart of a worshiper.&lt;br /&gt;Words that leave an impression in me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's too easy to receive compliments and affirmations, then forget to direct them to the One whom all glory and praise belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, let this be my heartsong to you...&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to lead your people in worship.&lt;br /&gt;Let me alwasy point them to You, my King.&lt;br /&gt;Let them look at You, Lord... and not me.. never me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You Be Lifted High...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-5495619285059921604?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5495619285059921604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=5495619285059921604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5495619285059921604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5495619285059921604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/12/be-lifted-high.html' title='Be Lifted High'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-3066572053705012656</id><published>2007-12-22T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:06:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love long bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;Though it can get a pain in the ass sometimes (literally), I enjoy the time I have to myself... To listen to praise &amp;amp; worship music, or to be lost in reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be so many things to do on any given day, that sometimes I forget to take the time to think... to reflect... That only when I have to sit in a bus, with no one to talk to and nothing to do but sit still, is when I spend that time with inner self... and with my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on one such bus ride today, from Bishan to airport to welcome some visiting relatives.&lt;br /&gt;My mind drifted to my job search, my ministry, and the people I am journeying with.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a little bit tired.&lt;br /&gt;For all the progress and growth I'm blessed with this year, I find myself wanting to catch a breather as 2007 draws to a close.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing in a person's life can be a pretty absorbing task. It's easy to find oneself drawn into another's life situations and burdens... Problems that one finds oneself unequipped to handle.&lt;br /&gt;Words fail... or sometimes they seem too cheap to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord... How can I do this? How can I keep running the race with these people when I don't know where they could be headed?&lt;br /&gt;There again the Lord reminded me of the answer... That I don't need to have it.&lt;br /&gt;What I have to do, is to ask Him.&lt;br /&gt;Ask Him to show me His vision for the people I'm walking with.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for them, and surrender them to Him... For they are God's children, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden is not mine to carry... it is Jesus'.&lt;br /&gt;With that realisation comes a relief, a sense of peace... My friends are in God's hands, just as I am. It brings a willing surrender... a welcome sense of need I feel for my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His yoke is easy, His burden is light.&lt;br /&gt;He's full of wisdom, power and might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, this is a declaration of dependence.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I need You...&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I want You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am... Captivated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-3066572053705012656?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/3066572053705012656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=3066572053705012656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/3066572053705012656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/3066572053705012656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-long-bus-rides.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-1180001140464900262</id><published>2007-12-13T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:16:59.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51bhIU6B57L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51bhIU6B57L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... I watched Disney's Enchanted yesterday and I can't quite get that tune out of my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what you would call a hopeless romantic...&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is an effort. You gotta make it work. It's easy to fall out of love, the challenge is to stay in love. Etc. Etc. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be nice to believe in the fairytale happily ever after romance?&lt;br /&gt;Especially in a world where divorce rates are at an alarmingly high percentage, where Adam often ends up with Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, there is just something about love.&lt;br /&gt;That makes every joe into a hero. That stirs up a whimsy in the most stern faces.&lt;br /&gt;There is something magical about love.&lt;br /&gt;It makes us believe in magic carpet rides.. knights in shining armour.. a beauty in the castle tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is why God is so intoxicating... A being of pure, unconditional Love.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing quite like the presence of Abba in a room... A gentle reassuring Love that opens up the floodgates of the heart and brings you to your knees in sweet surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is how Christ found the strength to embrace the Cross at the Via Dolorosa... Love kept Him going. At those agonising moments, He saw the faces of each and every one of us and He remembered how madly in love He is... and He picked Himself up from the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Romans were amazed at how this fool clings feverishly to the instrument of His doom...&lt;br /&gt;They did not understand Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pilate asked, "What is Truth?"&lt;br /&gt;He did not understand Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Love is the Truth...&lt;br /&gt;That God so loves the world He sent His One and Only Son, so that those who believe in Him may not perish but have life eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God put that love in each one of us, so we may have an inkling of the mystery of the Passion. What made the Son of God willingly take the punishment that should have been borne by us.&lt;br /&gt;Love enables us to become Alter Christus... the Other Christ... To love another human being more than we care for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man and a woman unite in matrimony, they experience a glimmer of the intimacy shared by the Trinity. A union of heart, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... maybe I have been dreaming of a "true love's kiss", and the princess I'm hoping comes with this.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.. Funny how it takes a movie to bring out what a recollection at the Seminary could not quite pinpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you know what... First and foremost, Lord, my life is Yours.&lt;br /&gt;And this remains my heart's one desire... To be set apart for You, my Master, ready to do Your will.&lt;br /&gt;For I believe I have experienced true love, and it's only gonna get much better as I continue to run after my Saviour King... Ha ha... Yeah, it's official; I'm crazy for this Guy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-1180001140464900262?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1180001140464900262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=1180001140464900262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/1180001140464900262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/1180001140464900262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-dreaming-of-true-loves-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-428813360343651511</id><published>2007-12-12T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T02:04:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Killed Jesus Christ?</title><content type='html'>Probably a very odd question to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so very easy to come up with culprits from the top of our heads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate, the Pharisees, the ignorant Jews, the Roman soldiers, Judas Iscariot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real answer might be even closer to home than you might think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the article (posted on 26 Nov 2007) on the following blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ylm-ctk.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ylm-ctk.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who was responsible for the one of the most heinous acts of crime ever committed in the history of mankind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion may shock you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.independentcritics.com/images/passion%20of%20the%20christ%20SPLASH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... The painful but very real truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; killed Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; killed Jesus Christ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all&lt;/strong&gt; killed Jesus Christ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Romans 5:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-428813360343651511?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/428813360343651511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=428813360343651511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/428813360343651511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/428813360343651511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-killed-jesus-christ.html' title='Who Killed Jesus Christ?'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-752756884783706367</id><published>2007-11-05T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:16:16.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Continues...</title><content type='html'>I've been silent on this blog lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean God has been silent in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey with Him continues; for He has answered a pretty long standing question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A disciple is one who devotes his entire life to becoming like his rabbi... To be able to do what his rabbi does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my rabbi is Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I got a lot to learn, and it may well literally take my entire life to be like this Guy!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as He said, "Those who put their hand on the yoke and look back, are not worthy of the Kingdom of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lord, lead the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.barefootsworld.net/images/footprints_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-752756884783706367?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/752756884783706367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=752756884783706367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/752756884783706367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/752756884783706367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/11/journey-continues.html' title='The Journey Continues...'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-2259340879308084058</id><published>2007-10-31T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:50:07.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers That Move Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had this conversation with God not too long ago....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Lord, what should I share with my Cell this weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Share with them about the kind of prayer that moves mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmm.. Then You gotta tell me what to say. I'm not sure if I've prayed the kind of prayer that moves mountains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : The kind of prayer that moves mountains, is the prayer of little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/10/bc_mountains_T4037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen the way a child begs his dad for a toy at the department store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He simply points at the toy and says, "Daddy, I want."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has full faith that daddy can give him the toy, so he asks, never worrying about whether or not he's been a good boy this month, or if he's done well in school recently, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he never stops asking til daddy gives in... That's persistency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded of this conversation on Sunday at the adoration room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people would pick a spot at the back of the room, shuffle around a bit to find a comfortable position, maybe reply a few SMS first, take out rosary to pray or take out Bible to read and a dozen other things that people normally do when they go to adoration room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not this little girl I saw that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walked in, went right up to the Blessed Sacrament, knelt down and kept quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Mary of Bethany, she had chosen the best part; To sit at the feet of Jesus, and no one can take that away from her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such was the faith of a little child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, she stood and went out with her mom (who was seated somewhere at the back of the room, by the way). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet whatever she asked for was already done for her by our Father in Heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://vultus.stblogs.org/adoration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-2259340879308084058?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/2259340879308084058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=2259340879308084058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/2259340879308084058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/2259340879308084058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayers-that-move-mountains.html' title='Prayers That Move Mountains'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-3307472163375875510</id><published>2007-10-22T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:58:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At The Fair</title><content type='html'>Went to the JobsCentral Career Fair at Suntec Convention Center yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://corp.jobsfactory.com/images/JCcareerfair.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://corp.jobsfactory.com/images/JCcareerfair.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting... colourful exhibitions, people mingling, filling up forms, having conversations... there was just so much life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I was afraid that I would be pushed &amp;amp; shoved in a huge, unpleasant crowd... haha... I guess Abba proved me wrong =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had great company too lah...&lt;br /&gt;So blessed to have siblings in Christ like Eugene, Jane, Nat, Krish &amp;amp; Angele who would spend their Sunday afternoon milling around Exhibition Hall 404 with me even though they're not really searching for anything in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the awesome company, guys &amp;amp; girls... You really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in two months, I'm excited about the prospect of entering the working world once again. So many possibilities, a variety of career paths to choose from... Should I stick with my engineering education, or should I explore something else?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what kind of door Daddy would open for me?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. maybe I'm like a kid anticipating a present from his father. But hey, my Dad is the King of All Creation after all... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also World Mission Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be an instrument of the Gospel wherever my Lord takes me to next.&lt;br /&gt;If it is His will, let my marketplace also be my mission field and harvest ground =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-3307472163375875510?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/3307472163375875510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=3307472163375875510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/3307472163375875510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/3307472163375875510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-at-fair.html' title='A Day At The Fair'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-7760566549158623142</id><published>2007-10-16T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:30:56.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Hands Lifted High</title><content type='html'>My dearest sister &lt;strong&gt;Pris&lt;/strong&gt; won the &lt;strong&gt;Topshop/Topman Fresh Graduate Showcase&lt;/strong&gt; last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read all about it by clicking the link to her blog on the left side of your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's very easy to get discouraged in the world.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard we try, there's always someone smarter, prettier, wiser, more successful, more talented, the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;So very often we hide our talents, like the servant who buried his one talent in the ground in Jesus' Parable of the Talents &lt;em&gt;(Matthew 25:14-28).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother trying, when we're not gonna make it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother standing up, only to sit back down in shame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I am a nobody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that maybe right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody, but my GOD is Somebody you don't wanna mess with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are so preoccupied with our shortcomings that we miss the point of life... It is not about us, it is all about GOD. He's the One who created us, so we can only find our purpose in Him. After all, only the Creator can tell you why He created something in the first place right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we are to do in life is to use whatever GOD has given us, no matter how little, to multiply and bear fruit. The Lord would surely bless our efforts, and He will say to us, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well done, my good and faithful servant!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if the Lord is with us, who can be against us?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we think we can never hope to succeed, the results surprise us... We get first prize, we get awarded that lucrative contract, we clinch that dream job... When we were sure there's no way we will get noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Not because of us... Surely it is because of who GOD is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes the impossible possible, so we can say together with St. Paul, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let him who boasts, boasts in the LORD!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(2 Corinthians 10:17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever we endeavour in life, let us lift our head high and do it to the best of our abilities...&lt;br /&gt;Let us be all that we can be... Always striving with eyes upon the Cross and hands lifted to the sky...&lt;br /&gt;So that when the world looks at us and wonders why... We can just tell them we're loving our KING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With our hands lifted high, we will worship and sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With our hands lifted high, we come before You rejoicing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With our hands lifted high, to the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world wonders why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll just tell them we're loving our King!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-- from the song "&lt;strong&gt;We Will Worship The Lamb Of Glory&lt;/strong&gt;" by Dennis Jernigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1406979/2/istockphoto_1406979_worship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-7760566549158623142?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7760566549158623142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=7760566549158623142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7760566549158623142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7760566549158623142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/10/with-hands-lifted-high.html' title='With Hands Lifted High'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-419299340132314421</id><published>2007-10-11T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:09:40.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidou Senshi Gundam-00, Sanjou!</title><content type='html'>The wait is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last... the latest entry in the Gundam series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.zooomr.com/images/2420032_c19b8ece7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="252" alt="" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/2420032_c19b8ece7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-419299340132314421?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/419299340132314421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=419299340132314421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/419299340132314421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/419299340132314421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/10/kidou-senki-gundam-00-sanjou.html' title='Kidou Senshi Gundam-00, Sanjou!'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-4353881380775543122</id><published>2007-10-09T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:03:25.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipleship</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Not everyone has the generosity of heart to be a disciple."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There are many followers in the Church. We need more disciples."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Archbishop Nicholas Chia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followers simply follow others.&lt;br /&gt;Disciples are multipliers; they will gather more followers and inspire them to take up discipleship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "Many are called, but few are chosen."&lt;br /&gt;These chosen ones are those brave enough to give their lives to Jesus and to follow Him as Lord and Teacher. These are disciples, those who choose to deny themselves, to enter the harvest field and build the Kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciples are those who seek to receive, to let the Lord fill their cups in order to go out and give to those thirsty for the Love of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Disciples are those who endure the discipline of Abba Father, to suffer the crucible of pain and humiliation, like gold tempered in fire.&lt;br /&gt;Disciples are those who minister out of their brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;Disciples are those who do not tire of doing good.&lt;br /&gt;Disciples are those who wait upon the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you dare to serve?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you a disciple?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-4353881380775543122?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4353881380775543122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=4353881380775543122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4353881380775543122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4353881380775543122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/10/discipleship.html' title='Discipleship'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-3033177486088928012</id><published>2007-10-07T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T02:16:55.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Offering Of Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any Christian could tell you that King David was the most recognisable worshiper in the Old Testament. The man was responsible for majority of the Psalms, works of thanksgiving and praise to the Most High God that have been sung for generations. Also known for his undignified act of extravagant worship as he danced with all his might in front of the Ark of the Covenent procession, revelling in the marvels of his awesome Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the most memorable things David said about worship was this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I will not bring before my God that which has cost me nothing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Praise is a sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess yesteday's YAM prayer meeting was a sacrifice of praise for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really wanted to go to a BBQ I was invented to attend, for a chance to enjoy good food and great fellowship with brothers &amp;amp; sisters I don't get to see so often. They're a lovely bunch of people and I was really looking forward to seeing them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But despite that desire I still volunteered to lead praise &amp;amp; worship as well as to give a talk this weekend at YAM. Somehow I felt that I had to be there to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the time of sharing at the end, a few of the sisters who attended the prayer meet said that they had a good time of worship, and they really felt the Lord comforting them through the songs. Even my brother who played guitar for me, himself an unquenchable worshiper, shared that this time he felt he could really enter into worship with his music. It was a new experience for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing I noticed, they were not crediting me for the good time of worship. I praise God for that, for it means I have done what a worship leader was meant to do... Point people to Jesus during worship =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and quietly took it all in.&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was give thanks to the Lord, praising Him for using me as His instrument.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was His purpose that I was to lead worship at this particular session.&lt;br /&gt;If I had to deny myself by giving up going for the BBQ, then let it be a sacrifice of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "I will not bring before my God, that which has cost me nothing."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May it be a fragrant offering that brings pleasure to my Father's heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.artbywicks.com/offering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-3033177486088928012?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/3033177486088928012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=3033177486088928012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/3033177486088928012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/3033177486088928012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/10/offering-of-worship.html' title='An Offering Of Worship'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-4314423634146461421</id><published>2007-10-02T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:51:38.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Young Saint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Oct. 1st, was the Feast of St. Therese de Lisieux, also known as St. Theresa of the Child Jesus. She was known for her simple, childlike faith and spirituality, truly living out the words of Jesus when He said, "Unless you become like little children, you cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8e/Sainte_therese_de_lisieux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what struck me most about her was her age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She joined the Carmelite Order at age 15, and died of tuberculosis at age 24. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a youth, 2 years younger than I am now, yet the Catholic Church recognises her as a Doctor of the Church and a Patron Saint for Missionaries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This young nun shares her titles with great saints such as St. Jerome and St. Francis Xavier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times young people in the Church feel powerless, unworthy or unequipped to serve their community, to accomplish great things for the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're too young, go and study first" or "The youth don't know what they are doing" are words heard spoken by adults within church compounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as youth, so often we believe those words. We let ignorant mindsets and dismissive attitudes limit the wonders of God in our lives. Well, guess what St. Peter preached immediately after he received the Holy Spirit on Pentecost:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is what was spoken through the prophet Joel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'It will come to pass in the last days,' God says,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'That I will pour out a portion of my Spirit upon all flesh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your sons and daughters shall prophesy, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your young men shall see visions.' "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We the young people of the Church are empowered by the Spirit of God to proclaim the Good News, to do marvelous deeds in the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same Holy Spirit who anointed the young St. Theresa in her missionary works are still very much alive and active in us today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The late Pope John Paul II loved young people. He wanted to see more young Catholics live a life of holiness like St. Theresa. That is why, towards the end of his pilgrimage on earth, he cried out, &lt;em&gt;"My dear young people, do not be afraid to become saints!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we would look beyond ourselves, to trust in the grace of God at work in our lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we would open our eyes, enlarge our vision to fulfill the dream God has birthed in us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we would embrace the passion of our youth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will you answer the words of Jesus in that familiar hymn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Will you come and follow Me if I but call your name?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- from the hymn "&lt;strong&gt;The Summons&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For more on St. Theresa of the Child Jesus, please visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thereseoflisieux.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.thereseoflisieux.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-4314423634146461421?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4314423634146461421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=4314423634146461421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4314423634146461421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4314423634146461421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/10/young-saint.html' title='The Young Saint'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-2999267413767446530</id><published>2007-09-29T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:40:42.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel</title><content type='html'>Bishop Fulton J. Sheen once wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If I had never been a sinner, I never could call Jesus Saviour."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed the Gospel, the Good News of our Lord Jesus Christ...&lt;br /&gt;That He came not for the just, but for the sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Good News to people who are drawn to Christ but think themselves too sinful to ever be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Good News to Christians who are plagued by guilt and shame for falling into sin over and over again despite their best efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Good News that we are to preach to the ends of the earth, which we often forget, deeming some people to be too difficult to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, thank You for Your Gospel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am amazed at how thorough is Your salvation, that when in my ignorance I rejected You and lived as though I don't know You, still You have first loved me and chose to die for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now my life is Yours. Though I may falter and lose hope, let me be an instrument of the Gospel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not ashamed of the Gospel, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Your power &amp;amp; Your love, You saved my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm alive in You! I live in the Risen Son!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-- from the song "&lt;strong&gt;I'm Not Ashamed"&lt;/strong&gt; by Hillsong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-2999267413767446530?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/2999267413767446530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=2999267413767446530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/2999267413767446530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/2999267413767446530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/gospel.html' title='Gospel'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-387953925256303659</id><published>2007-09-28T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:21:16.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monkey D. Luffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The man who would become the Pirate King. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pirun.ku.ac.th/~b4505114/tag/luffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star of the manga &amp;amp; anime series &lt;em&gt;One Piece&lt;/em&gt;, Luffy and his crew sails the legendary ocean Grand Line to find the ultimate treasure and to become the strongest pirate in the world, the Pirate King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many pirates generally love to cause chaos by plundering and looting, the author Eiichiro Oda brings up the point that a pirate is essentially just an outcast of society, misunderstood people who don't conform to the majority, seeking a life of fulfilment &amp;amp; adventure, chasing after a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, don't we feel like outcasts sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; this world but we are not &lt;strong&gt;of&lt;/strong&gt; this world. We seek to not live according to the ways of the world, and that often puts us at odds with the majority, e.g. Most of the young people in the world think that pre-marital sex is perfectly fine as long as both parties consent and "love" each other. What does our faith say about pre-marital sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once some people find out that we are Christians, they view us through their own lens of what Christianity is about... And they question us, make fun of our beliefs, challenge our faith or keep their distance from us.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a regular day in the life of a pirate =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also the element of treasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates spend their lives hunting for and storing up treasure. But treasure is not always defined as gold or diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;Luffy's treasure is a strawhat he keeps with him at all times, entrusted by a pirate he greatly admires and seeks to surpass, and the embodiment of his dream to become the Pirate King. For that dream is Luffy's real treasure, his reason to keep on going no matter how tough the obstacles and how deadly the opponents he had to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Therefore, store up treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in to steal."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is your treasure? Is it passing things like wealth, fame, beauty or career? Or is it seeking to bring pleasure to the heart of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were born, God put in each of us a vision... A purpose He wants to fulfill in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;That becomes a dream so huge, we think we are crazy for even daring to think of it. That is the God-given dream, a vision that shall come to pass as long as we put our trust in the Lord and keep on working towards it no matter what obstacles stand in our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the dream that God has put in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another theme in &lt;em&gt;One Piece&lt;/em&gt; is the idea that your friends are your treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Luffy's crew each sail with him to pursue their own dreams, and their personalities are so extreme that they bicker and clash a lot, but when trouble comes knocking they risk life and limb for each other. They stand by each other no matter how impossible the odds may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.romancedawn.com/piratas/mugiwara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for our Christian community. The Lord wants us to love Him by loving each other.&lt;br /&gt;Sure we may offend each other from time to time, sometimes not by intention but simply because we are created differently. Do we stand by each other when the going gets tough?&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.. Yup, we are the crew of Captain Jesus... and we raise His Name high as our bannner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luffy is a fighting dreamer... He's so convicted of his purpose that he fights to see it become reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a fighting dreamer too, believing that I will see my God-given dream come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do not want to become any kind of King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; a King, and He is the King of Kings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the presence of a thousand kings, You are my one desire..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-- from the song "&lt;strong&gt;Be Glorified&lt;/strong&gt;" by Chris Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-387953925256303659?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/387953925256303659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=387953925256303659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/387953925256303659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/387953925256303659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/fighting-dreamer.html' title='Fighting Dreamer'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-4026957542067366831</id><published>2007-09-27T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:04:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lady Rain... I hear you at my window..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was blogging this, that old song by Indecent Obsession came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda love that old tune... Some of you reading this might not even have heard of that song before eh? Ha ha... I must be getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up at 5 am by the pitter patter of rain on my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Praise the Lord", I thought. He made it rain now instead of later so we can carry on with our plan to go to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm rang and I opened my eyes... and I can still hear the rain drops on my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages start to come in from the rest of the gang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raining lei... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plan B? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall we wait?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dwelled on that thought for a moment... Shucks, we cannot go Sentosa. There goes our plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lingered on it a moment longer... But then I decided to praise the Lord anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends sounded determined to still meet each other... Ha ha... Yeah, it's the company that matters more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day out turned into a chill out session at a sister's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, my heart is still filled with joy. And I just know God is showering His love upon all of us at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a beautiful, rainy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-4026957542067366831?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4026957542067366831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=4026957542067366831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4026957542067366831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4026957542067366831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/lady-rain.html' title='Lady Rain'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-1955022884026387662</id><published>2007-09-26T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:17:33.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/US_23.svg/600px-US_23.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/US_23.svg/600px-US_23.svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty-three.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;23.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of my birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;XXIII.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most beautiful Psalms ever written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 + 10 + 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Airness.. the great Jordan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dua puluh tiga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My age when Jesus came to my rescue... and my life was never the same again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As this little fact of life hit me yesterday, I realise what a sweet thing my Heavenly Father has done for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ever wondered, why didn't God bring me to the Youth in the Spirit Seminar when I was younger? That way I would come to know Him earlier and would have more years to serve Him in ministry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to realise many reasons for that since then, and I praise God for His wonderful works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this has to be the cutest reason of them all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called me to Him at age 23, my favourite number... So now that number will be a special number for Him and me... the age when the wayward son returned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I once was lost, but now am found..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Was blind, but now I see."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-1955022884026387662?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1955022884026387662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=1955022884026387662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/1955022884026387662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/1955022884026387662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/23.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-4944216956277005525</id><published>2007-09-25T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:46:14.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Greatest Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amherstbic.org/images/jesus_cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.amherstbic.org/images/jesus_cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God's greatest plan for His Son... Was to die on the Cross."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to brother Daniel for sharing that very sobering sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes in my zeal, it is so easy to think that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would give my life to serve God and do great things for Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It may sound very noble but often the "I" stands out more than it should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes when people tell me that they see me doing awesome works for God's Kingdom, it is easy to envision grand things... a stage, a big crowd... though these may indeed be what is to come, but is it really how the Lord defines "awesome works"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all, the grand plan of the salvation of humanity was accomplished in the most inhuman way possible... the King of Majesty unjustly accused, scourged, paraded as a criminal and His naked body finally nailed to the Cross for all the world to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yup... that's God's greatest plan for Jesus Christ... the redemption of the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord&lt;/strong&gt;, help me to not look to the future til I forget the present reality... For here I am, a servant who thinks more highly of himself than he probably should. For now I am, a "leader" who really needs You to tell him how to proceed and where to go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father,&lt;/strong&gt; thank You for teaching me everyday... that when I think I am wise, I may be a fool. That when I think I am right, I may be wrong. That when I think I am justified, I may be judging. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;, thank You for Your gentleness &amp;amp; Your patience... Help me to surrender my will to You more and more. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-4944216956277005525?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4944216956277005525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=4944216956277005525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4944216956277005525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4944216956277005525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/gods-greatest-plan.html' title='God&apos;s Greatest Plan'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-4390911823286906391</id><published>2007-09-20T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T03:29:34.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Rhinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of you who have seen the links in my blog might have wondered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Huh, what are these Rhinos for God?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, they are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhino no.1 - Mervin Prakash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhino no.5 - Clement Chua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhino no.7 - Daniel Sim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhino no.69 - Wilfred Chua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A band of brothers from &lt;strong&gt;Zion's Joy&lt;/strong&gt;, a youth ministry based in the Immaculate Heart of Mary Church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to know Daniel when Zion's Joy (affectionately called ZJ, according to them) attended their first SACCRE Youth meeting at the beginning of the year. I was immediately drawn by his openness in sharing, passion for God and clear enthusiasm to be part of the Youth Wing of the Catholic Charismatic Renewal in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to help for one of the days when ZJ organised a Youth Empowered in the Spirit! Camp (or YES! Camp.. man, they are good with these catchy names huh?) and got to know the other Rhinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since then, through our fellowship in outings and SACCRE events, I've come to admire &amp;amp; respect these fine young men, with their fiery passion for God &amp;amp; the building of His Kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I met them, I used to wonder if I'm crazy for charging everywhere to serve in various camps, churches &amp;amp; ministries in many different ways... I just cannot stop going for my God, so captivated am I by the Glory that is Yahweh &amp;amp; the Awesomeness that is Jesus, His Son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what, not only have my four brothers been at it longer than I have, they have even come up with a term for what they do.. being &lt;strong&gt;Rhinos for God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But being Rhinos isn't all about charging blindly... They have come to learn that even Rhinos need some downtime, to graze in the pasture that the Lord leads them too... (think Psalm 23)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right, guys? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why God's Rhinos, you might ask? Not something more majestic like Eagles, or more magnificent like Lions? Well, I'll let the originators tell the story themselves... Go dig up the archives in their blog through the link on the left side of your screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're reading this, guys, thanks for your friendship, honest sharing, encouragements &amp;amp; affirmations... It's been a joy to serve with you, and I feel confident we can accomplish great things for our God, charging alongside each other... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something I found on the net, to remind you guys that no matter how &lt;em&gt;garang&lt;/em&gt; a Rhino can be... In God's loving eyes, You're still His bundles of joy.... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/REIN/HR12168~Rhino-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aww... So cuuuttteee!" -- &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Mario Chua, if you're reading this too... You may not call yourself a Rhino, but you're no less mighty a servant in God's Kingdom! Cheers to you too, bro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-4390911823286906391?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4390911823286906391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=4390911823286906391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4390911823286906391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4390911823286906391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/gods-rhinos.html' title='God&apos;s Rhinos'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-8117946291883182339</id><published>2007-09-20T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T02:11:28.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Okay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I can't do this alone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says&lt;/strong&gt;, "That's right, now you're getting there. Not by strength, not by might, but by MY Spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I don't have all the answers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says&lt;/strong&gt;, "Well, you don't need to. That's why you have these people around you, right? Let me speak through them too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the Lord calling me to sit nearer to Him, so I approached the Blessed Sacrament.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy to sit at the feet of my Master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus whispered&lt;/strong&gt;, "As you come before me, you have been washed clean... Your garments now white as snow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Gav, Jane, Becky &amp;amp; Pris...&lt;br /&gt;For reminding me that I'm not alone in this...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love for our Cell, thank you for your affirmation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Gav, for reaffirming me that I should be myself... It is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord says, &lt;strong&gt;"Come as you are..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-8117946291883182339?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8117946291883182339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=8117946291883182339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8117946291883182339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8117946291883182339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-is-okay.html' title='It Is Okay...'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-171212762902199841</id><published>2007-09-17T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:57:29.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Great Expectations'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that You're near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is different, everything's so different, Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm not the same, my life You've changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with You, I wanna be with You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love this song... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love it because I know it to be true. Ever since the day I received the Holy Spirit in 2004, I know that I'm not the same person inside. Something HAS changed, though I couldn't put my finger on it. But I know for sure that I'm different... for everything the Lord touches, He made new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've come a ways since then... The Lord had to humble me, break me, sent people &amp;amp; events to teach me difficult lessons... But it's all worth it, for we are like gold tested in fire. Trials &amp;amp; tribulations serve only to make us more &amp;amp; more into the person God intended us to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But at times it seems as though no matter how much I've changed it is still not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter how I try to be more patient &amp;amp; understanding, people say I'm overbearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter how I try to be more gentle with my words, people say they don't like my manner of speech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes it feels like I wanna just say.. Enough is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a work in progress... If the Lord is taking His time with me, then the rest of them would just have to learn to live with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://oben.powertolearn.com/Music/expectations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectations...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Society expects something of me.&lt;br /&gt;My parents expect something of me.&lt;br /&gt;My friends expect something of me.&lt;br /&gt;The Church expects something of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible to meet all of those expectations.. especially when some contradict the other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much should I care what people say of me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much should I conform to what 'they' expect of me and how much should I just be myself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess another reminder to always turn to Jesus and seek Him above all else.&lt;br /&gt;To seek counsel from the Lord and not just rely on human wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To find rest in Him, for His yoke is easy and His burden light&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Matthew 11:29-30).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, we are not meant to carry the weight of the world, the load of all those expectations...&lt;br /&gt;And certainly never to carry it alone... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://oneyearbibleimages.com/jesus_holding_earth_world2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-171212762902199841?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/171212762902199841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=171212762902199841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/171212762902199841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/171212762902199841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/expectations.html' title='&apos;Great Expectations&apos;'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-7550462819526823434</id><published>2007-09-16T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:54:49.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Life... Love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhwvgAcO42s/Ru1s3rt2CkI/AAAAAAAAABM/BaJvhSArbcM/s1600-h/CIMG6606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110860856018995778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhwvgAcO42s/Ru1s3rt2CkI/AAAAAAAAABM/BaJvhSArbcM/s320/CIMG6606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentosa... Here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surf... Sand... Sun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing quite like a day at the beach with great friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day may begin with a downpour, but Abba Father sure turned the sun back on with a vengeance! Shiok ah! Got the burns to prove it too... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Sentosa on Saturday with brothers &amp;amp; sisters from St Joseph's Church Kanektas.. (Connectors.. get it?) to celebrate the success of the confirmation camp last weekend. The greatest joy in ministry is to see lives transformed by the love of Christ and the power of His Spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really had a blast... just wasting the day away; lazing around in the waters, tossing a ball around or a frisbee, laughing and making merry all the way. There's a certain liberation to know you're wasting time on the beach, and loving every minute of it! Indeed in the hectic Singapore lifestyle there's always something to do next. We finish something, there's always another thing waiting and we hop to it, no time to be taking it easy... Easy to forget that life's about the journey, not the destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more true for those of us who are in Christ Jesus... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mchenrycountyblog.com/uploaded_images/Jesus,%20One%20Way011-751963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because He made a stand on the Cross, our final destination is certain... One way ticket to Heaven. What God likes is to enjoy the journey with us, walking with us on this earth one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture this... How are you gonna answer when you come face to face with God one day and He asks you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So, did you enjoy My Creation? I made it especially for you..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupp... Would like to have days like this in the future. A day off, just to savour the beauty of God's handiwork in the company of people He has blessed my life with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of those days where I truly thank God I'm alive... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling that, whatever it is I have to do next, it can wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, THAT's heaven on earth... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-7550462819526823434?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7550462819526823434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=7550462819526823434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7550462819526823434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7550462819526823434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/island-life-love-it.html' title='Island Life... Love it!'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhwvgAcO42s/Ru1s3rt2CkI/AAAAAAAAABM/BaJvhSArbcM/s72-c/CIMG6606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-5478413620258228957</id><published>2007-09-13T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T02:59:25.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quo Vadis Domine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eneafiorentini.it/imagfraSUD/EF_Img241a_Domine%20Quo%20Vadis_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.eneafiorentini.it/imagfraSUD/EF_Img241a_Domine%20Quo%20Vadis_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quo Vadis&lt;/strong&gt;.. the name of a small chapel outside of Rome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tradition has it that at this place St. Peter encountered the Lord Jesus once again, towards the end of his life. The great apostle was trying to avoid capture by the people persecuting Christianity when Jesus appeared to him. Dumbfounded, St. Peter uttered this question...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Quo vadis Domine?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Where are you going, Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then came the reply... &lt;strong&gt;"I am going to Rome to be crucified."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At that moment, Peter knew the time had come for him to give up his life for the sake of the Name. He surrendered himself to the authorities in Rome who had him put to death on the cross. This once cowardly fisherman boldly requested to be crucified upside down... "For I am not worthy to be crucified in the same manner as my Lord."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.classicartrepro.com/data/large/Carracci/Domine_quo_vadis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my brother Daniel from Zion's Joy shared this story inside the adoration room of the Church of St. Bernadette, I felt a touch of the Spirit in my heart. We, along with the leaders of SACCRE Youth, were gathered there for a time of discernment for the next part of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Yet all I could feel were the words of St. Peter echoing in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Quo vadis Domine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Where are you going, Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the Lord inviting me to ask that question, to ask Him where He is going in my life.&lt;br /&gt;For an Apostle is really someone who lives his life following the footsteps of the Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;It was an invitation to surrender... something not that easy to do, and something I'm still learning to do. It was a call to obedience... no matter what the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Quo vadis Domine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt tears in my eyes, as I come to the full realisation of those words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Where are you going, Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where you are going in my life, so I can follow you even if it means going somewhere I'd rather not go. Kinda frightening thought... But I'm in too deep, my life is no longer my own, and there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;From my heart, I cried out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lord, I surrender."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was a decision I'd probably have to make over and over again in my life, but at that moment I put all fear aside and said those words in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;For an instant I felt the weight of the cross... But as soon as I felt it, two strong hands lifted that weight and shouldered my cross with me. Jesus will be with me, every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something great in store for me, something that would require me to give more of myself. I do not comprehend, but then again, in the business of Kingdom building, obedience comes before understanding =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of discipleship is long and tiring, but it is worth every mile...&lt;br /&gt;With my Lord at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-5478413620258228957?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5478413620258228957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=5478413620258228957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5478413620258228957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5478413620258228957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/quo-vadis-domine.html' title='Quo Vadis Domine'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-8613970681513515739</id><published>2007-09-09T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T02:03:23.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Almighty</title><content type='html'>I was having dinner with my parents when TCS 5 happened to be showing an old Jim Carrey movie called "Bruce Almighty". You can check out what the movie is about by clicking this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0315327/plotsummary"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0315327/plotsummary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched this movie once upon a time in the cinema but tonight somehow I felt like watching it again, to see what points the film makers wanted to make on the subject of Faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://archive.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2003/05/23/bruce/story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was this scene when Carrey's character Bruce was having a conversation with God (played by Morgan Freeman) after using the power of the Almighty for selfish gains, causing chaos in his hometown of Buffalo, NY and ultimately driving away the woman he loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In frustration, Bruce said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"How do you make someone love you without affecting free will?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That line really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;When God created humanity, He gave us free will. He gave us the POWER to choose.&lt;br /&gt;And since then He has done everything to win our love, even when that meant sending His own beloved Son, Jesus Christ, to be executed for our sins... For what is sin really, other than the choices we make to go against God &amp; all the goodness that He stands for? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Lord God said, in Isaiah 43:4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Since you are precious and honoured in my sight, and because I love you, I will give men in exchange for you, and nations in exchange for your life."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, my friends, God so desires to reconcile us to Himself that He would pierce His own heart in order to do so... because that was exactly what happened at Calvary, as He watched the battered, blood soaked body of Jesus being nailed to the cross by our hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our hands... Yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was for our transgressions that the Sinless One had to die. He took our place so that we may live, and come to know how much God loves us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As I reflected on that question, I can only think of one way to make someone love me without affecting free will; And that is to simply LOVE that person. I just have to love that person without having any guarantee that he or she would return my love.&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what God does. He simplys LOVES us, unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;The God who could turn sea into dry land would not force us to love Him back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Because, as St. Paul wrote this in his first letter to the Corinthians, chapter 13, verses 4-7: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That is why the Lord waits patiently for us to return His love... Like a lovesick man tirelessly doing all kinds to win the love of his dream woman; buying her flowers, making her chicken soup when she has a cold, planning a surprise for her birthday, etc. ... In the same way God pursues us with His own inimitable ways; painting a beautiful morning sky to brighten our day, stopping the rain when we forget our umbrellas, making sure our bus comes as soon as we reach the bus stop so we don't have to be late for work/school, and countless other things everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Because ultimately, love is also a CHOICE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The question is: are we too focused on our own hurts and worries to notice God's hand in our lives? Are we so bent on looking out for me, myself &amp; I that we ignore the people God puts in our path to show us His love? Are we too busy looking up for a big sign, when God is performing small miracles all around us daily?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Are we going to choose to accept the wonderful love that God is freely offering us? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ezekiel33graphics.com/files/john_3_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-8613970681513515739?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8613970681513515739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=8613970681513515739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8613970681513515739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/8613970681513515739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-almighty.html' title='Love Almighty'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-7319438475250214160</id><published>2007-09-04T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:49:39.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneyearbibleimages.com/jesus_rescues_peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://oneyearbibleimages.com/jesus_rescues_peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I need You, Jesus... To come to my rescue..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I listen to that song by Jared Anderson, I was reminded of a very real truth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need Jesus to rescue me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To rescue me from sin... because I fall again and again. Because it is so hard to choose God's truth in the face of temptation. Because it is so easy to put myself first, especially when the more loving decision was also the harder one to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To rescue me from myself... because it so easy to just do it my way, when I'm supposed to let the Lord tell me what He wants me to do. Because I try to do things with my own strength, when the Lord says, "Not by strength, nor by power, but by My Spirit." (Zechariah 4:6)&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes I forget that the "servant" comes first in "servant-leader".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because it is easy to run ahead of the flock and forget that passion needs to be tempered with compassion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes... it is so easy to let negativity set in. One word said in anger can undo years of kindness and friendship. A small setback can send us retreating into our dark corner, forgetting the work of God's love in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or be so full of ourselves we cannot see that it was Jesus who brought us to where we are... So easy to lapse into this mentality when things are going well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes... sometimes we can be so caught up in what we are doing that we do not realise we are sinking in the choppy waters of life. That we can walk on water only on the foundation of faith, a gift from Heaven, not by our own achievements or abilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or when we think we are close to God, but we are actually not as close to Him as we think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But praise God for reminders that come our way, through a song for example... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Lord, remind me to always look to you... even if You have to tell me everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Help me to be able to humbly acknowledge... I need You, Jesus, to come to my rescue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-7319438475250214160?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7319438475250214160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=7319438475250214160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7319438475250214160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7319438475250214160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-you-jesus.html' title='Rescue'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-4701007028920302871</id><published>2007-09-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:00:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice That Your Names Are Writte In Heaven</title><content type='html'>It is a joy to serve the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;It brings a warm feeling into the heart when I see people touched by the love of God, even more amazing when I was the instrument to minister that love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a great feeling of togetherness when serving with brothers &amp; sisters who are similarly on fire with passion for our Creator. The love of Christ &amp;amp; the fellowship of the Holy Spirit has a way of bringing people together... It is a bond of more than just friendship; we are siblings in Christ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, this verse came to mind though... Luke 10:20 (Ok la, I confess, I had to look up that verse online... I can't recall offhand where exactly in the Bible Jesus said the following words...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just reminds that the joy of fellowship, the awe at having experienced the power of God moving through us and the warm fuzzy feeling of seeing lives touched by the Spirit and a myriad of other sensations that comes from doing the Lord's work are just the perks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reward comes when we humbly acknowledge that all the glory goes to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Even as we revel in the perks, we should always come back to the foot of the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are merely doing what servants ought to do, Lord, You deserve all the glory.. For we are merely instruments, it was You who was working through us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true joy comes from knowing that we have brought pleasure to the heart of Jesus with our little acts of service &amp; obedience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;At that time Jesus, full of joy through the Holy Spirit, said, "I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, serving the Lord is a reward unto its own... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed are the eyes that see what you see. For I tell you that many prophets and kings wanted to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Luke 10:23-24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is dedicated to YAM's Marlene &amp;amp; Eugene, the ever remarkable Rhinos for God (Prakash, Wilfred &amp; Daniel), ZJ's Ryan &amp;amp; the dedicated Cathecists of St. Stephen's Church &amp;amp; their families (your faith has touched our hearts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-4701007028920302871?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4701007028920302871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=4701007028920302871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4701007028920302871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/4701007028920302871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/rejoice-that-your-names-are-writte-in.html' title='Rejoice That Your Names Are Writte In Heaven'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-7337234491930674556</id><published>2007-09-01T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:26:55.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inner Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you familiar with the manga/anime series BLEACH would undoubtedly be well acquainted with its main protagonist, Kurosaki Ichigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allthingschill.com/img/bleach_rukia_ichigo_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://allthingschill.com/img/bleach_rukia_ichigo_450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though he is a good guy with a heart that wants to protect the innocent, there is a dark side to his soul.. Don't we all? But the difference being in Ichigo's case, that dark side has a mind of its own... Sinister eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, there's a Hollow living inside Ichigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the world of BLEACH, Hollows are evil spirits who prey on human souls -- essentially the bad guys of the series lah. And this Hollow would usurp control over Ichigo's body in his moments of weakness... going on a berserker rampage and posing a threat to everyone around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u2/technodancerbabygurl/Ichigo___White_Ichigo_by_CryLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can relate to that... Often I feel as if there is another 'me' inside, the one that drives me to do things I know I should not be doing as a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As St. Paul says in his letter to the Romans chapter 7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times after I've committed a sin, it felt like i've "snapped out" of a spell. And it feels terrible as I realise, "Oh nuts, what have I done?"&lt;br /&gt;And other times, I know I could have stopped myself, but my sinful nature pressed me to go ahead and commit sin anyway... Such moments leave a bitter aftertaste, the feelings of shame, guilt &amp; self reproach... Felt like spiritual schizophrenia; on one hand I'm on fire to serve God, but on the other, so easily I give in to temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's precisely what the devil wants, for us to turn away from God precisely when we need Him the most, to forgive us and pick us up on our feet again. Like the Hollow filling Ichigo's mind with the fear that he is too weak to resist, and that soon the evil inside would consume him completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like all is lost... but is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, as long as we rely on our strength &amp; willpower to resist temptation, to do something we are not meant to do alone. That is why Jesus gave us the Paraclete, His Holy Spirit to be our partner so that we can accomplish what we cannot on our own efforts.&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is to name our fears... to face the darkness within and acknowledge our sinfulness. As we begin to see ourselves for who we are, we can then learn to see ourselves as God sees us; His beloved sons &amp; daughters, made in His image and lavishly showered with His eternal love &amp;amp; infinite mercy.&lt;br /&gt;As we bring our sins into the light, submit to God and say that we cannot be righteous by our own efforts, then He can heal us... and we will know how true is His promise in Romans 8:1, that "there shall be no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo too had to come out of his denial, that there is a very real darkness lurking within. He made the decision to face his fear... and it is at this time that he encountered a group of others like him, humans with great spiritual powers but had Hollows living inside them. These newfound friends trained him to control his inner Hollow, to eventually subdue it and came out stronger than ever before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bleachportal.net/fanart/artwork/1160620024_Mask%20Ichigo%20%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is similar in our spiritual walk, we need a Christian community to belong to. Since the beginning of creation in Genesis, God never intended man to be alone. We need to be accountable to others... to encourage us to be better, to comfort us when we fall and to share in the knowledge that we are not alone in our struggles, that the people around us also face struggles in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why Jesus said that the Church is a body, for together we are better than the sum of our parts. Together we can achieve what none of us can accomplish on our own. May the Holy Spirit continue to empower us every day against the works of sin in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-7337234491930674556?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7337234491930674556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=7337234491930674556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7337234491930674556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/7337234491930674556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/09/inner-hollow.html' title='The Inner Hollow'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395737583704566571.post-5701746242459834632</id><published>2007-09-01T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T03:32:29.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venturing Into A New Realm...</title><content type='html'>Right.. Finally  I created a blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 am in the morning in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the desire for self expression must be met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's my story for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that as I pen down my thoughts, reflections, experiences or random stuff, God will seem that little bit more real... to me, to you, whoever reads these writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just which God exactly am I referring to?&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about God, there's only one that I acknowledge as Lord of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHWEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Israel; the One who so loved the world, He gave His one &amp; only Son... So that whoever believes in Him, may not perish, but have life everlasting (John 3:16).&lt;br /&gt;This I believe to be true... For He has rescued me from the directionless wandering that was my life, to a life of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my purpose in life?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is still unfolding... but I know one thing for sure; I live not only for myself but for the glory of Him who has called me out of darkness and into His marvelous light.&lt;br /&gt;Beats living for myself when I sure dunno what's gonna happen tomorrow... might as well go with the Man with the Plan.. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future full of hope.&lt;/strong&gt; -- Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395737583704566571-5701746242459834632?l=mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5701746242459834632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=395737583704566571&amp;postID=5701746242459834632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5701746242459834632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/395737583704566571/posts/default/5701746242459834632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystoryhisglory.blogspot.com/2007/08/venturing-into-new-realm.html' title='Venturing Into A New Realm...'/><author><name>Jo.nin23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05127764490011602295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
