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God, there are moments I feel like giving up, when rewards are not apparent and people just don't give a damn for the things I do....I'm so tired. Finally, God, I let You take charge...I can't do this alone anymore. I beg You....

O Lord God Almighty, Give me life in Thy way. Give me a spirit that is poor, That I may rely on Thee, And may I inherit the Kingdom of Heaven. Give me a heart to mourn, THat my heart may be broken for pain and injustice, And may I be comforted in Thy embrace. Give me a life that is meek, That I may be gentle and compassionate to others, And may I inherit the earth Thou created. Give me a thirst for Thy word and a hunger for Thy righteousness, That I may walk upright in Thy golden pathway, And may I be satisfied in Thee my Provider. Give me a capacity for mercy, That I may forgive and forget transgressions against me, And may I be forgiven in my sins against Thee. Give me a heart that is pure, That I may not set my eyes on vanities, And may I see Thy glory with blazing sight. Give me the power to make peace, That I may live in peace in the land of hostility, And may I be called Thy son by Thy sweet voice. Give me righteousness and streng...

The boat ride into the Orang Asli settlement was a lengthy one. A small stretch of dark cloud over our head, covering us from the scorching heat of the mighty Sun, a little relief that we are thankful for. I had no idea what awaits me. I would never have expect what I will encounter in there would change the way I love people forever. These people aren't poor if you would ask me. They are very much different from some beggars that loiter the streets of Kuala Lumpur. It's not like they are unwilling to work, they toil and work as hard. However, if you would stand where they live, you would soon realised, these people, they are trapped. It's vast water around their home, and they are stuck here on this island far away from hope. The island that they live on, was not an island but earlier definition, but the construction of the Temenggor Dam flooded the whole area, forming the second largest lake in Peninsula Malaysia, after the Kenyir Lake. (May refer to  http://en.wikipe...

Things are very different in a small town compared to a city. We think Internet makes news spread faster. Well, we have no idea what small places can do. Conflict, misunderstanding, false accusations and etc. are nothing strange to Lenggong people. Conflict is almost inevitable when people come in contact so easily at a daily basis. Even for the church in Lenggong, the congregation themselves couldn't shake loose the habit of a typical unbelieving Lenggong folk. Malicious gossips, even against their own brother and sister, happens everyday. Their tongues are uncontrolled, their speeches are immature, their lips curse publicly. I witnessed first-handed during the first Sunday spent in Lenggong how unforgiving the believers are. Pastor Loh invited a brother (let's call him Brother DC) that has not been to church for a long time due to a very serious conflict happened long ago. The church herself does not welcome this brother. Feeling unwelcome, the brother begins shouting sa...

"Let's show the kids some movie, they gonna love it!" I thought to myself two days before my departure to Lenggong, Perak. I somehow got myself "Joseph King of Dreams" and "Prince of Egypt", but how do I play it? I need an LCD projector. I broadcast my request on Facebook, trying to see if there's anyone that could help me with that. I don't have much hope for that. After all, it doesn't matter if I have it or not, it's just better if I have it. Some friends suggested that I should request from my University. It is not impossible, but it is rather unpractical as I'm leaving the next day and there's really a lot of hassle doing so. It was also a disappointment after calling up 10th KL Air Scout Group as they need their projector at the duration of my loan. On the other hand, my Facebook status which praises God for my exam result (which merely pass) attracted one of my old atheist friend, Wan's attention. And so I asked h...

I gaze in awe of Your work, This morning I am silenced. There is not a word that I can think, To describe the beauty of Your creation. So in silence I closed my eyes, In awe I stood still. You made the birds sing to each other, They are singing the wonders of Your hands. They sing of Your love for them, They sing with gratitude for You clothed them, They sing with gladness for You fed them. They sing with joy for You lifted them up, As they stretch out their wings and soar. Father, make me sing for You alone, For You who lacks nothing and provides everything. I have nothing to offer You, This is me, and if You accept me, I can't find a reason to reject, This wonderful work of Your hands. Joash Mock Kar Wai 8 July 2012 Camp Cameron

You are the Father of a newborn baby, A baby born ignorant and childish. You brought me out to green pasture, And You teach me how to walk. You put me on the grass, And my feet taste of its dew. I'm filled with joy, But my feet is weak. I'm too excited that I shake loose Your hands, And I fell face down, mud smudged my face. But You ran after me, And with a gentle hand You picked me up. You wiped off the tears on my face, Tears that turn brown, mixed with mud. You blew off the sand in my eyes, And I can see again. You lead me with Your warm and strong arms, With joy I took my childish steps. One step at a time You guide me, One leap You would lift me. I give You glory, for every leap that I make, Is not done without Your lifting hands. I give Your praise, for every stop that I take, Is not taken without Your fortress-like arms. Father You place rewards before me, And You lead me towards them. I'm sorry that sometimes I shake off Your h...