I would like to share a story with you told by a man which is most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.
He had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: "Fasten your seat belts." Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash. The man confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and was reading a book. Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid."
The man could hardly believe his eyes. It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.
Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
The sweet child replied, "Sir, my Dad is the pilot and he is taking me home."
I wish I had that same faith and trust of that little girl. And this is what we say a 'child-like trust'. True, I have nothing to worry, my Dad (my God and Saviour) is the pilot of my plane- life's journey!
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20 life lessons not taught in school
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
1. You were designed for a purpose. Your purpose completes the larger picture of your existence.
2. There is always enough for the world. More than enough. Abundance is the point.
3. It is what we become that is the greater value. Not what we receive.
4. Never ever, take for granted what you have today.
5. 'Now' is all that matters. 'Now' dictates what happens tomorrow, and is the result of yesterday.
6. When you love what you do and have found meaning in it, you will never work another day. The line between work and play would seem barely visible. It becomes a way of life.
7. Possibilities are waiting to happen all the time. It is a matter of consciousness. When consciousness finds possibilities, bang! Magic happens.
8. There is always choice. The question is, are we ready for the consequences.
9. You create your reality. You are a natural creator. Your thoughts are part of creation. When you know you are the source of your thoughts, then you know you are the cause of your reality.
10. Unconditional love is beyond physical, religion, race, color, creed or borders. It is about giving first. Receiving is only secondary.
11. Once you find yourself working hard, and not liking what you do, you are not in your flow. Since all of our cells within our body has a function that fulfills a purpose, so does our life. Find it. Have you seen a monkey finding it hard jumping from a tree to another? Have you seen a rose finding it hard to bloom? It's all part of nature. Are you not part of nature? It is never about doing. There is a easier way to it. It's being. The path of least resistance is about finding your flow of what you do best. And from there on, it is used for a purpose beyond yourself.
12. Most men can only do one thing at a time, and women are naturally great at multitasking. Both are a natural construct of nature. The masculine energy often wants to be in control, and the feminine energy often wants to be cared for. There is no right or wrong to this. It's just the way it is.
13. Everyone can win. In every moment, we can always work for a win-win. Compromise is not win-win. Abundance is... It's a paradigm. From a space of creativity, win-win is alwaysssssssssss possible.
14. You don't have to know everything to be successful. You need to know the 'why' of it.
15. Taking that one step maybe risky. What is not? Life is already a risk. Either you risk not experiencing the miracle, or risk to live talking about it.
16. Managers are not leaders. They are not people. They are simply positions that denote hierarchy and driven by a set of protocols. Leaders are people. They go beyond protocols. They connect from one being to another with intention that inspires.
17. Respect is earned, and never demanded. It is a choice one makes to give and never ask for it.
18. All of us are creative. The question is where,when and with what.. 19. There is no one way to do a thing. There are a million ways and just one of you.
20. Peace has already started. It depends where you're looking for it. From that place within, can peace then spread to another and so forth.
The pastor and his son
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the
Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday
afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the
streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring
down rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'
His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.' Dad
responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.' Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'
'Thanks Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'
With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leapoff, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.' I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.
You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'
There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son. Except for One!
Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.
Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday
afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the
streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring
down rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'
His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.' Dad
responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.' Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'
'Thanks Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'
With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leapoff, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.' I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.
You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'
There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son. Except for One!
Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.
Sharing is Caring!!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Ah Beng is a bus driver; one day got this old folks home 'pao' his bus for a day trip to Pulau Ketam.
Sitting right behind the driver's seat is Grandma Sue and from his rear mirror Ah Beng can see that Grandma Sue is happily munching away..
In the middle of the road trip, Grandma Sue tapped Ah Beng on his shoulder and asked him...
Grandma: 'Ah Beng ah! You want peanuts boh? Grandma treat you eat peanut ai mai?'
Ah Beng: 'Tenkiu ah ma... yes I want!'
Then Ah Beng also happy happy munching peanuts... about 20 minutes down the road, Grandma Sue asked Ah Beng again...
Grandma: 'Ah Beng ah! You want peanuts boh? Grandma treat you eat peanut ai mai?'
Ah Beng: 'Tenkiu ah ma ... yes I want!'
To make the story short, this goes on for a few more times then Ah Beng finally asks Grandma Sue...
Ah Beng: 'Ah ma ah .! ... you dont eat peanuts one meh?'
Grandma: 'No... no eat! Ah ma boh teeth la!'
Ah Beng: 'Aiks! Boh teeth then why ah ma buy peanuts leh?'
Grandma: 'No choice leh! Just now that 7-11 is out of chocolate so ah ma kena buy this peanut chocolate lor! Ah ma lick the chocolate around the peanut and the peanut give you eat lor!'
Sitting right behind the driver's seat is Grandma Sue and from his rear mirror Ah Beng can see that Grandma Sue is happily munching away..
In the middle of the road trip, Grandma Sue tapped Ah Beng on his shoulder and asked him...
Grandma: 'Ah Beng ah! You want peanuts boh? Grandma treat you eat peanut ai mai?'
Ah Beng: 'Tenkiu ah ma... yes I want!'
Then Ah Beng also happy happy munching peanuts... about 20 minutes down the road, Grandma Sue asked Ah Beng again...
Grandma: 'Ah Beng ah! You want peanuts boh? Grandma treat you eat peanut ai mai?'
Ah Beng: 'Tenkiu ah ma ... yes I want!'
To make the story short, this goes on for a few more times then Ah Beng finally asks Grandma Sue...
Ah Beng: 'Ah ma ah .! ... you dont eat peanuts one meh?'
Grandma: 'No... no eat! Ah ma boh teeth la!'
Ah Beng: 'Aiks! Boh teeth then why ah ma buy peanuts leh?'
Grandma: 'No choice leh! Just now that 7-11 is out of chocolate so ah ma kena buy this peanut chocolate lor! Ah ma lick the chocolate around the peanut and the peanut give you eat lor!'
F***ERS!!!!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
This incident reported happened in Indonesia. It's about this girl. She is a minah rempit and she just pulled off a snatch theft stunt. Some people managed to catch her and this was what happened to her..... watch it...
Its understandable that she did something wrong. Yes i would be furious too. Snatch theft is a crime not to be looked lightly upon. But death? This is totally not acceptable. AND IT'S A GIRL!!! Where on earth did the brains of this stupid crazy f***ers go?!?!? Really got no f***ing brains!! Did they ever think about their mother, daughter, sister?!?! There was no mercy, no compassion at all. I think this really happens when the devil is in your head.
Its understandable that she did something wrong. Yes i would be furious too. Snatch theft is a crime not to be looked lightly upon. But death? This is totally not acceptable. AND IT'S A GIRL!!! Where on earth did the brains of this stupid crazy f***ers go?!?!? Really got no f***ing brains!! Did they ever think about their mother, daughter, sister?!?! There was no mercy, no compassion at all. I think this really happens when the devil is in your head.
The Wooden Bowl
Thursday, April 3, 2008
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year - old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands an failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
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