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A young man who went overseas to study for quite a long time.When he returned, he asked his parents to find him a religious scholar or any expert who could answer his questions. Finally, his parents were able to find a scholar. Young man: Who are you? Can you answer my questions? Scholar: I am one of willing, I will be able to answer your questions. Young man: Are you sure? A lot of Professors and experts were not able to answer my questions . Scholar: I will try my best, with the help of God Young Man: I have 3 questions 1. Does God exist? If so, show me His shape. 2. What is fate? 3. If Devil was created from the fire, why at the end he will be thrown to hell that is also created from fire. It certainly will not hurt him at all, since Devil and the hell were created from fire. Did God not think of it this far? Suddenly, the Scholar slapped the young man's face very hard. Young Man(feeling pain): Why do you get angry at me? Scholar: I am not angry. The slap is my answer to your th

O Lord I have no word Suitable to praise You Lord For all great things You did for me Lord O Lord You are powerful Lord You are above all warlord You have power over all lord O Lord Your blessings I can't afford Your love I can't afford Your passion I can't afford O Lord King of all king Lord of all lord God of all god I can't stand before You Lord So I bow down before You Lord And humble me before You Lord I praise You for Your grace, My God!

I walked forward, everywhere was bright, I could only walk forward. My eyes could not adjust to the brightness. As I continued to walk forward, my eyes at last could see something other than white. Many people was around me, whispering, talking. I had no idea where I was. Then, someone, or maybe two, talked behind me, familiar voices. I turned to see my father and mother talking to each over, they seemed to be very happy. My sister was holding me, she seemed nervous. I looked around, people seemed to be waiting for something. I had no idea where and why and how am I here? I tried hard to listen to others' conversations. "Where do you think you are going? Heaven or Hell ?" "Hey, they called your name, go line up!" "Yes! Yes! I'm going to Heaven!" I guessed a little, "so this is the place where we gather to go to Heaven and Hell ". Then, I saw a huge door. The door was enormously huge . It was a wooden door with dark brownish metallic bor

Well, not to mention names but a conversation I had today brought me back to some anger-igniting incident. We talked about offering to God a.k.a tithing . My parents used to "bomb" me with this matter. Then I was greatly angered, somehow. Because they humiliated not me but LORD , the Almighty . Sad to say, God offered me His every help whenever I needed, but I can't offer Him any tiny pieces of my possession. I did not offer 10% of my allowance as needed. Come to think of it, I did not have much to offer Him, my money is just exactly enough for me. I cannot find any extra to offer the God . It's just an excuse anyway. Ya, an excuse. In Mark 12:42-44 "But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a fraction of a penny. Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, " I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything

...and you question God -'why me?'... always look at the bigger picture.... A day without the Lord- Is a day wasted.

You know, there was once my sister told me when I tell her the story of "The Last Supper":"Yer! Why Judas Iscariot so bad one? Betray Jesus ( with a kiss )!" I did not answer her question, I did not know how. I got the answer lately, the thinking somehow struck my mind. Some people might say Judas is bad , taken over by devil. But I think he is quite a brave man actually. If he did not sell Jesus out, Jesus could not carry out His Father's plan. He was actually carrying out his mission that God gave him. And yet, after accomplishing his mission, he hung himself. Think about it, will you kill yourself after accomplishing a mission or successfully completed an important job? Well, even if I throw a knife to you and ask you to cut yourself would need huge courage ( Mrs. Ramani did this experiment before and I had seen it myself, even I would not cut myself ), prove me wrong! Not to say to praise him for selling the Son of Man out, but he deserves our little re

I was blind I couldn't see I was deaf I couldn't hear I was empty I hungered for love He spilled His blood I am healed I can see I can hear And I'm no longer hungry Isaiah 53:5 " But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds WE ARE HEALED . "

"Yes!" "No!" "Look, I have something better for you!"

He was afraid He pleaded His Father Yet He still carried on His duty He was accused He was beaten He was tortured He didn't defend Himself He didn't have to He was sinless Innocent Why should an innocent man being tortured Why should He being crucified Why should He shed His blood To take our sin away To carry out God's plan To love us

This morning I went to the JPN to renew my identity card. Though it is a little troubling but I have to because I need my MyCard working to start a bank account. I wonder why my MyCard isn't working and the chip cannot be read. So I went in, took my number and get hold of a form. I started filling in my details. My name, my I.C. number, my phone number and my religion. WHAT!? RELIGION!? What should I fill in?! I doubted for a while. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ When I first invited Jesus in my heart this year, I thought of this problem. What should I fill in? How should I tell my family about it? Do I have to keep on worshiping idols that my family is worshiping? All these questions struck my head and I even thought of dropping Christ and continue to sin. I could still remember I asked my father whether I can attend church service on Sundays. He denied strongly and he was angry with me ever since. He thought I

Before I am a Christian, I used to say:" There's no God! Believe me......Who give a damn about it?!" I did not believe, because I believed "seeing is believing". When we say "believe", we are really committed to something. It is that you are totally convinced of something due to some EXPERIENCE . I included the word " EXPERIENCE " in the definition because it is through EXPERIENCE , you are convinced of something. Even if I put something so real in front of you and say:" Believe me, it will blow ." For so sure you will tell me:" I don't believe that, it is just a piece of metal! " But if that cold, hard metal really explodes, hits your face and blows you off, you will shout out:" Holy cow! I believe now! " The same thing applies here in Christianity. I can't just tell you:" Believe in Jesus, He will do good for you! ", it is like I'm telling you to believe that the seemed-to-be-nothing piec