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I was on my way to my aunt's house in Kampar after the Gua Tempurung adventure. I was going to lodge at my aunt's house for a night before continuing the journey back to KL to bring the gospel to my grandpa who is now in vegetative state. I cried while praying because I felt helplessly powerless and I beg God to do all He can for what I cannot.

One Sabbath he was going through the grainfields, and as they made their way, his disciples began to pluck heads of grain. And the Pharisees were saying to him, “Look, why are they doing what is not lawful on the Sabbath?” And he said to them, “Have you never read what David did, when he was in need and was hungry, he and those who were with him: how he entered the house of God, in the time of Abiathar the high priest, and ate the bread of the Presence, which it is not lawful for any but the priests to eat, and also gave it to those who were with him?” And he said to them, “ The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. Mark 2:23-27 The disciples had a terrible breakfast. On a Sabbath day, they were so much into following Jesus, they forgot their breakfast. When they realised it, they were desperate for something in the stomach already, so they plucked some grains from the roadside field to ease that hunger a bit. Now, you can imagine this to be funny. Some Pharis

The illness of my grandfather has been hard on my family and I. But I have hope in Christ, that even things doesn't go the way we wish it would, God remains in control, and because God is good, we know our grandfather is in good hands. Bring the good news to those you love, before it's too late. With much regret I did not bring it to my grandfather, I pray you would not have to live with such regret for the rest of your life. But I trust the Lord that He would reveal Himself to him. He's in good hand.

The sky thundered with words, Of sorrow, of pain and of hopelessness. Lightning strikes through the stretch of my chest, Numbs the depth of my heart with pain, I know not what to feel. I lost for words, Know not any comfort. The cloud of regrets covered my eyes, They clogged up the river of tears, Not a drop flow out of it. How could I walk this path any more? When the strength of my legs are no more, The energy of my youth is drained, And the joy of my hope is taken away. How could I hope any more? But the Lord is my strength, He told me; He is my refuge and my hope. When my sky is torn He stitches it up; When my window is clouded He clears it off; He holds the power to give and to take, I hold but the legs of His mercy. I know not the plans of His ways, With all the wisdom of my days. But the Lord has been good in the abundance of my past, Shall I curse Him in the trouble of my present?

Somehow along the way, I felt like I have lost my identity, but I was only being transformed more and more into my new identity, which is found only in Christ.

It's true when people say that we don't pray until we are in trouble. For a long time I had not prayed as frequent as I have for these few days, in the same way I would not think that my grandfather as important as he is until the moment I realise I might lose him for eternity. It's strange about this grandfather of mine. He's been what the Chinese would call him - the medicine bottle, a reference to people who are constantly in various kind of sickness. In fact, he's sick so often that he somehow became an amateur body examiner of my family. He stays home most of the time and had been forbidden from going out on a motorbike ever since the last accident he had. Our family seldom pay attention to him, I have no more than 10 words with him in every 5 meetings with him. Recently, I'm not even sure if I felt his presence at home when I was back in KL. The point is, he is often the neglected person, until 3 days ago. The Sunday morning before I was leaving b

It's been a lazy holiday for me. I spent most of my time changing channels on my TV. Fox Channel has been advertising Marvel's latest series, "Marvel's Agents of SHIELD". It really catches my attention firstly because I really love Marvel's Avengers, and also because the way they advertise the characters. It goes like "Agent Ward - Man of Few Words". It reminds me of Camp Cameron when our grandpa and grandma encouraged us to reflect and give a very personal name for God. I can't remember the name I gave back then, but I have a name for Him now - "God of Second Chances in My Mistakes". It's true when I look back into my life as His son, I cannot count how much mistakes and failures I had made. I fall every time I try to stand back up; I gave into sin because of my weakness; I choose pleasure over righteousness every time. Man, I can't even control my anger and I even cursed the name of God.  One thing I cannot get