Saturday, November 27, 2004
Why can’t I cry? The pain is so real, the loss is so real yet, I cannot express it, I cannot release it, and no one hears it but You. I know I can never be satisfied by another, I know I cannot find perfect love in another. I know there is no such thing as perfect love on this earth except that which was displayed by Your Son. All these I know, all these I understand.
Yet they do not seem to be enough.
Why does my heart long so much for her? It is not fair, why have you made me this way? How can I feel so strongly only to be struck down at my core? I know its all about surrendering, I know its all about submitting, giving up my rights. I know all these.
Yet they do not seem to be enough.
Where is Your hand? Where is Your light? What is my path? Must I really wait alone in the silence?
Friday, November 26, 2004
I just came across this in my studies, it speaks about service which has been the prevalent theme in my thoughts/QT for the past few weeks. It also happens to be the theme for Youth Camp this year...
"If the Lord is to be Lord, worship must have priority in our lives. The first commandment of Jesus is, 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.' (Mark 12:30) The divine priority is worship first, service second. Our lives are to be punctuated with praise, thanksgiving, and adoration. Service flows out of worship. Service as a substitute for worship is idolatry. Activity is the enemy of adoration...
... one grave temptation we all face is the run around answering calls to service without ministering to the Lord himself." - Richard Foster
"If the Lord is to be Lord, worship must have priority in our lives. The first commandment of Jesus is, 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.' (Mark 12:30) The divine priority is worship first, service second. Our lives are to be punctuated with praise, thanksgiving, and adoration. Service flows out of worship. Service as a substitute for worship is idolatry. Activity is the enemy of adoration...
... one grave temptation we all face is the run around answering calls to service without ministering to the Lord himself." - Richard Foster
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Woohoo, Metamorphisis EXTREME is finally over and boy was it extreme. Never have I done so much filming and editing in such a short span of time... Phew... I should take some time to reflect on some of the lessons learnt. Will post them later I guess. Am really glad that Minyi took time off to attend the camp. Imagine coming to a camp where you didn't know anybody, that took courage. Imagine learning to share your faith and coming out of your comfort zone to share the Gospel, street E style, that took courage. I'm so happy she has taken this step, am so proud of her~ :-)
Here's some pics, didn't manage to take much cos I was using the Video Cam most of the time.
Here we see the logistics team packing all they can into the Forerunner van...
Just before setting off to Sentosa. Can you even see Kat in there?
Helping Zhihui to cover the roof windows before the conference. I didn't think it was much of a difference but it does help a bit lah I guess.
And now, the wonderful MORPH CREW~~!!!
Morph Radio, the voice of Metamorphisis, at work, we see DJ Liting hard at work, chunning out the tunes, the jingles, the dedications~
Morph Mania, or Morph News, our very own publication. Our very own superwomen, Irene and Liting. Working late late into the early morn, 3:30am ok...
My mentor, working late to finish preparing his 'sermon' for tomorrow morn. Actually, it was already 'tomorrow morn' cos t'was already 3 in the morning!!
My workstation. Messy isn't it. We had 3 cameras, 2 G4 with Final Cut Express... real big setup I tell ya.
This happened to me 3 times. I've become a lil trigger happy with the 'save' command henceforth.
Here's some pics, didn't manage to take much cos I was using the Video Cam most of the time.
Here we see the logistics team packing all they can into the Forerunner van...
Just before setting off to Sentosa. Can you even see Kat in there?
Helping Zhihui to cover the roof windows before the conference. I didn't think it was much of a difference but it does help a bit lah I guess.
And now, the wonderful MORPH CREW~~!!!
Morph Radio, the voice of Metamorphisis, at work, we see DJ Liting hard at work, chunning out the tunes, the jingles, the dedications~
Morph Mania, or Morph News, our very own publication. Our very own superwomen, Irene and Liting. Working late late into the early morn, 3:30am ok...
My mentor, working late to finish preparing his 'sermon' for tomorrow morn. Actually, it was already 'tomorrow morn' cos t'was already 3 in the morning!!
My workstation. Messy isn't it. We had 3 cameras, 2 G4 with Final Cut Express... real big setup I tell ya.
This happened to me 3 times. I've become a lil trigger happy with the 'save' command henceforth.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Perseverance means more than endurance— more than simply holding on until the end. A saint’s life is in the hands of God like a bow and arrow in the hands of an archer. God is aiming at something the saint cannot see, but our Lord continues to stretch and strain, and every once in a while the saint says, "I can’t take any more." Yet God pays no attention; He goes on stretching until His purpose is in sight, and then He lets the arrow fly. Entrust yourself to God’s hands. Is there something in your life for which you need perseverance right now? Maintain your intimate relationship with Jesus Christ through the perseverance of faith. Proclaim as Job did, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him" - Oswald Chambers
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Got this off another blog, http://god-of-small-things.blogspot.com
Come with me to the church cellar. Come now and don’t delay. I am shaking with anger and fighting the urge to grab you by the collar and drag you down these steps.
You didn’t know the church had a cellar? Oh yes, every church does. Down, down we go into the darkness. Don’t slip on the flagstone and never mind the heat.
There, do you see the iron furnace door, gaping open? Do you see the roaring flames? Do you see the huge man with glistening muscles, covered with soot? Do you see him feeding the fire as fast as can with his massive, scooped shovel?
He feeds these flames with the bible, with every book, chapter, and verse that American Christians must burn to support our bloated lifestyles, our selfishness, our materialism, our love of power, our neglect of the poor, our support of injustice, our nationalism, and our pride.
See how frantically he works? Time is short, and he has much to burn. The prophets, the Shema, whole sections of Matthew, most of Luke, the entire book of James. Your blessed 10 commandments? Why would you want to post them on courtroom walls when you’ve burned them in your own cellar?
Do you see? DO YOU SEE? Do you see how we rip, tear, and burn scripture to justify our lives?
Do you smell the reek of this injustice? It is a stink in the nostrils of the very living God. We are dressed in beautiful clothes and we wear pretty smiles, but we stink of this blasphemous holocaust.
Every church in America has a cellar like this. We must shovel 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, because every chapter and book we ignore must be burned to warm our comfy pews.
Sit down Christian. Sit down and be you silent.
Come with me to the church cellar. Come now and don’t delay. I am shaking with anger and fighting the urge to grab you by the collar and drag you down these steps.
You didn’t know the church had a cellar? Oh yes, every church does. Down, down we go into the darkness. Don’t slip on the flagstone and never mind the heat.
There, do you see the iron furnace door, gaping open? Do you see the roaring flames? Do you see the huge man with glistening muscles, covered with soot? Do you see him feeding the fire as fast as can with his massive, scooped shovel?
He feeds these flames with the bible, with every book, chapter, and verse that American Christians must burn to support our bloated lifestyles, our selfishness, our materialism, our love of power, our neglect of the poor, our support of injustice, our nationalism, and our pride.
See how frantically he works? Time is short, and he has much to burn. The prophets, the Shema, whole sections of Matthew, most of Luke, the entire book of James. Your blessed 10 commandments? Why would you want to post them on courtroom walls when you’ve burned them in your own cellar?
Do you see? DO YOU SEE? Do you see how we rip, tear, and burn scripture to justify our lives?
Do you smell the reek of this injustice? It is a stink in the nostrils of the very living God. We are dressed in beautiful clothes and we wear pretty smiles, but we stink of this blasphemous holocaust.
Every church in America has a cellar like this. We must shovel 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, because every chapter and book we ignore must be burned to warm our comfy pews.
Sit down Christian. Sit down and be you silent.
