Moon Cake Fest, Part 1

Venue : General Roberto Chu's headquarters

Time: Friday, 21st September 2007
Between 1900 Hours & 0000 hours

Mission : Highly Classified !

1900 hours

Gathering of the troops. Under the direct orders of General Roberto Chu !

Troopers status : Pending for Opportunity

Lt Phyli and Lt Andrew busy communicating

Captain So Guat & Captain Sharon busy making salad


2000 hours

Time To Conquer !!!!

Kelantanese Feast !!!
There were Satay, Lakna , "Kao Jam" , Nasi Berani , Nasi Dagang , Budu....etc...
I really missed those food, reminds me of Home.


2100 hours

We call Lt. Albert who was on going off for a long important mission in Glasgow.
Encouraged him to Hold on.

2130 hours

Troops preparing to march out into the battlefield when Sergeant Janet turn up
to join the march

Troops arms with laterns, marching towards the Battlefield ( Basketball Court)

We talked , laughed, joked around, share thoughts, Run around with Andrew, graffitied the basketball court with a Diamond Ring on Ka Hing's behalf, and we contributed to global warming through open burning,( under the order of our BELOVED General).

2300 hours

Troops retreat to Gen. Roberto's Headquarter for replenishment
( Fruits, Fruits and more Fruits ! and Moon-cakes and "Moon-Jelly")


24th September 2007
At 0000 Hours

Troops were sent home

Mission accomplished.

Future Prospects : ???

Lt Wilfred
Signing out
Roger!

I WILL TAKE YOU HOME...

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." Psalms 23:4



A famous verse from the Psalms 23. One which Max Lucado try to expound through his book,
"Travelling Light".


I WILL TAKE YOU HOME
The Burden of The Grave

Max asked questions which throws me off guard:

If God calls you Home tomorrow, Will you be ready to go with Him?

I remember when i was young, I would hope that Jesus would just come and bring me home, so that i can stay with Him forever. Such Joy and wonder it would be to be with my precious Jesus. As the years goes by and as I grow, I wonder had my answer change.

" Yes Lord, I do want to stay with You in your Kingdom. BUT,
I'm a little bit preoccupied now, I still haven't done enough for you Lord."

"BUT, I'm still so young, Lord"

" Yes Lord, BUT i still haven't finish my studies!"

" BUT, I still haven't become a doctor !"

"BUT, I still haven't gotten married!"


If God calls me home tomorrow, what will i say?

I hope that when the time comes, I will be ready to go with Him without any excuses at all .

Max Lucado assured me about 2 things:

1) Whatever appointments we meet, We must be sure that we will meet death too.
- To accept the fact that we will die

2) That Jesus Himself will come and bring us home.

"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going." John 14:1 - 4


As Max Lucado put it,

" ...God sent Missionaries to teach you, Angels to protect you, Prophets to guide you, Teachers to train you, Singers to inspire you, But HE HIMSELF will come and take you home !"

Such assurance my Lord had made for me. That He will walk with me through the valley of the shadow of death, and with His rod and staff , He comforts me. So that i shall not fear death, Or the process of dying.

Thank you, Lord for the assurance ! =)





Another question crept through my mind :

How would you then, choose your death?


I don't know. Yet, a very famous, true story inspires me.

The story about 5 missionaries who went to reach out to the Waodani Tribe in Ecuador. Jim Elliot, Nate Saint, Ed McCully Peter Fleming, and Roger Youderian, loved God and the Waodani people, and in the process, were speared to death. Yet never once did they defend themselves with the guns in their hands. Their death inspires Jim's spouse , Elizabeth Elliot, and Nate's Sister , Rachel Elliot to enter into the village to bring God's love to the Waodani.

This is the excerpt, taken from the book "End Of The Spear" , written by Steve Saint, the son of Nate Saint :-

"... I could see the pain in their (Waodani Indians) faces. They were all wishing that at least one of the five (missionaries) had survived their hatred. I think they would have liked to have been able to explain to at least one of the men that they had gone to spear them because of hatred was the only way they knew to live then. As Mincaye says, " We acted badly, badly until they brought us God's carvings. Now, Seeing His marking and following His trail, we live happily in peace."

It is only my conjecture , because none of us can know the will of God, but I think it fit God's plan that all five men died. I know i might offend some who have a narrower opinion of the parameters within which God must operate, but i don't think what happened to my dad and his four friends caught God by surprise. Nor do I think God simply allowed it. No, after learning in detail what happened on January 8, 1956 - while I was anxiously waiting to see the speck of my dad's little 56 Henry airplane appear over Penny Ridge - I believe God was much more involved in what happened than merely failing to intervene.

Pete could have fled. If he had, the Waodani said that they would not have followed him. One of the men could have climbed up into the tree house and called from there on the extra radio to let the world know what was happening. Dad could have gotten into the plane and take off. Kimo, Dyuwi, and Mincaye (the Waodani) could have run away like they started to do. What if the only beach in all six thousand square miles of Waodani territory had not been near a Waodani village and right on a commonly used hunting trail? The Waodani propably would have never found dad and his friends. What if Nenkiwi and Nampa had not been feuding? What if Gikita was expecting a raid from the downriver part of the tribe? It is unlikely that he would have been willing to risk their once-in-a-lifetime -- no, their once-in-all-time -- chance for friendly contact with the outside world, just to keep Nampa or Nenkiwi from spearing the other one.

There are too many factors that all had to work together to have allowed the events to happen as they did. Too many for me to believe it was just chance. I have come to the conclusion that God did not look away. he did not simply allow this to happen. I think He planned it. Though this has not been an easy conclusion to come to, I believe it is the right one.

I have personally paid a high price for what happened on Palm Beach. But I have also had a front-row seats the rest of the story has been unfolding for half a century. I have seen firsthand that much good has come from it. I believe only God could have fashioned such an incredible story from such a tragic event.

I could not begin to record the thousands of people who have told me that God used what happened on palm Beach to change the course of their lives for good. Besides, it is enough for me that because Mincaye killed my father, my family now has the previlege of loving him and being loved by him. And because my dad (Nate), Jim and Ed and Pete and Roger were willing to die, Kimo and Dyuwi and Gikata and Ompodae and Temanta and Gaba and Odae and Tidi and Dawa and Cawaena and Coba and Gaacamo and their children and their grandchildren and their great-grandchildren and many others will have a chance to live. if i could go back now and rewrite the script, I would not change a single scene. I have come to understand that life is too complex and much too short to let amateurs direct the story. I would rather let the Master Storyteller do the writing. I don't say that casually. What happened to dad was extremely traumatic for me, But even so it has not been the most difficult event in my life. "

Those were the words written by Steve Saint himself. Such powerful words of forgiveness and Love that can flow not through our human hearts, but through God's grace and Love. The Will of God , the path of God is higher than anyone of ours.


In John 12:24, Jesus said,

" I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."

I do not know what kind of death I would choose. Could it be that I would die of old age on a comfortable bed? Or could it be that I would die in an accident? Or could it be that I would die at the hands of others? This I do not know.

But one thing i know Lord, that when the time comes, it is the time you have planned for me. A time that you would make good out of tragic. Hope out of hopelessness , Life out of death and that Your Name will be Glorified !!!


Be Still My Heart For My Lord Knows Best... =)

WOW - Words Of Wisdom

Taken out from the drawer of one of the table after MLM class today in church.



Don't know which Sunday school child left it there, but I know it definitely did speak to me.


Thank you LORD for the little Words of Wisdom ! WOW !

I LOVE COFFEE...

Don't Remember When , Where, or How did I started loving coffee.

I used to be a Milo-Lover. That was during my primary school and my secondary school years. I used to have Milo every morning, and evening. Was really really a Hardcore Milo Fan...

But things changed when I enter college.

Somehow, somewhere along the line, I've learned to appreciate the aroma , the taste and the texture of coffee.

I drink it not only to keep me awake, but because I love the aroma, and the taste.

All the way from Mocha, Latte, Frappuccino to Espresso , I'm Loving Them.


Reflection



Coffee, Books and I

Touch...

During Dr. Francis Ajike clinical skill unit teaching yesterday, I re-learned a lesson.

" What Makes one a good doctor, and the other one just another useless doctor?"

"Is it the skill? NO. Is it the Knowledge? You can study that!!!"

"Then. What is it???"

It is TOUCH!!!!

Holding My Grandmother's hand

Touch makes all the difference. Just by putting your hand on a shoulder of a person who is in need, shows that you care. Just like a baby clinging on to the mother, Children holding the hands of the parents as they cross the street, Friends hugging each other in expression of love. Putting an arm around the shoulder of friend who lost a love one. Holding the hand of a person who is dying. It brings comfort. It brings joy. It brings security. And most importantly,it brings Hope and Love.

By giving a friend a hug, a pat, a touch , a shoulder to cry on , not only blesses the friend, It also makes us approachable. Putting our pride and our self down to the level of the other person. To sympathize, and to understand them., and to walk with them.

I am always amazed by Our Lord Jesus.

How people follow him everywhere. How he sit with the " sinners" ? , How He heals the sick, how He show himself to the poor , the lame, the outcasts of society. Why are all those people attracted to Him? Was it because He does miracles? Was it because He turned water to wine? Or was it because He extend His TOUCH to people in need?

I am re-learning the Lesson Of Touch, Lord.

Teach me to Love , O Lord.

Our Prayer...

It is interesting how God inspires His children with visions and thoughts. How God place godly men and women to speak on his behalf. How God stir the hearts of people of different ethnic, nation, and race, all around the globe with the same message.

TO BE THE AGENT OF RENEWAL AND TRANSFORMATION FOR OUR NATION.


Father, Let Your spirit rest on us, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD; Just as you promised in Isaiah 11.

Father, I want to be your instrument , Use me, Mold me, Break me if you have to, so that i can be a tool in your mighty hand, Just like a Paint brush in the Painter's hand, Clay in the Potter's hand, and Pencil in the Author's hand. Father, Help me to be The transforming agent for you, for the people around me, for your church. Father, help me and teach me to be faithful in small things .

Father, help us, collectively, as your Church , to be the transforming Agent for Malaysia, and for your people, may it be chinese, indian, malay, iban, orang asli...etc...; be it the weak , or the strong; the poor or the rich- People made in Your image, People dearly love by You. Teach us to love the people that you love.

Father, help our generation to stand up and be the salt and light to our nation. To be ready to make a difference, changing our nation.

Father, We come not by our Might , nor by our Power, But by the SPIRIT OF GOD. Let Your will be done in Malaysia. Let Your kingdom come, Lord. That Your banner will be lifted high, to change our beloved Nation.

This is our prayer Lord.

Amen.