Will You Beieve?

Don't expect wisdom to come into your life like great chunks of rock on a conveyor
belt.

It isn't like that. It is not dispensed like a prescription across a counter. Wisdom
comes privately from God as a by-product of right decisions, Godly reactions, and
the application of spiritual principles to daily circumstances. -- Charles Swindoll

Watch Ravi Zacharias on Atheism, Suffering and Absolutes.




The following has been taken from Joni E. Tada 's devotional



DO YOU BELIEVE?
Abram believed the Lord and it was credited to him as righteousness.
--Genesis 15:6




The panel of disability ministry specialists sat on the platform of the small auditorium.
Two hundred students of Russia's first college for training social workers were
gathered there to hear the specialists talk about disability policies in the United
States. The specialists, as agreed, spent the hour talking about various issues
such as housing, independent living, and employment. They were careful to respect
the wishes of the school by not speaking of their faith but rather focusing on the
issues at hand.

At the end of the presentation, the moderator asked for questions. Several hands
went up but one was most enthusiastic. He stood up and asked a question that shocked
everyone:
"Do you believe in God?"




The room was silent. Some students looked at the teacher, others nodded encouragement,
eager to hear the answer. The atmosphere became electric as the panelists leaned
forward in their chairs and shared their testimony. The students had come to learn
about human solutions to suffering, but what was on their mind was the most fundamental
of all questions: God.





The essence of humanity, both in society and the individual, is found in how we
answer that question. If we believe in God, it will make a difference in how we
live and learn. It should be asked on a daily basis as we ponder a decision, face
a crisis, undergo a temptation. Our affirmative answer forces us to trust God and
to yield to his way of life. And best of all, God affirms our hearts that he is,
indeed, in control.

Do you believe in God?

Ave Verum Corpus

Today, March 6th is my Dad 's 6th home going anniversary.

We had a prayer meeting in my home last night.

We miss Papa as we remember his life

and all the good times we had together.

Someone has said;

Death of a parent is the death of the past

Death of a husband or wife is the death of the present

Death of a child is the death of the future.

We miss Papa but not without hope,

because we know we will

be reunited at the throne of God.

I took a photo against the back drop of my Dad 's

meticulously handwritten sermon notes.

We all admired his neat and smooth flowing

handwriting.

Whenever he was asked to preach anywhere, he spent hours researching

and going over his notes

preparing himself thoroughly.

The photos are of him and my Mom

at a summer camp in the hills.
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Philippians 1:20-23According to my earnest expectation and my hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but that with all boldness, as always, so now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. But if I live in the flesh, this is the fruit of my labour: yet what I shall choose I wot not. For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better

.2 Corinthians 5:6-8 Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord (For we walk by faith, not by sight). We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord. Wherefore we labour, that, whether present or absent, we may be accepted of him.

Finally Home

When alarmed by the fury of the restless sea,

Towering waves before you roll,

At the end of doubt and peril is eternity,

Though fear and conflict seize your soul

Just think of stepping on shore, and finding it heaven

Of touching a hand, and finding it God's

Of breathing new air, and finding it celestial

Of waking up in Glory, and finding it "Home"

When surrounded by the blackness of the darkest night,

Oh how lonely death can be,

At the end this long tunnel is a shinning light,

For death is swallowed-up in Victory,

(Victory!)Just think of stepping on shore,

and finding it heaven Of touching a hand, and finding it God's

Of breathing new air, and finding it celestial

Of waking up in Glory, and finding it "Home"

Finally Home! ...by Don Wyrtzen

Here is beautiful choral music by Mozart in the memory of my Dad.

I have sung this during Easter time.
Ave Verum Corpus

Ave, verum corpusnatum de Maria Virgine

Vere passum immolatumin Cruce pro homine,

Cujus latus perforatumunda* fluxit (et)* sanguine,

Esto nobis praegustatumin mortis examine.
Hail,true body born of the Virgin Mary,

Who truly suffered, sacrificed on the Cross for man,

Whose pierced side overflowed with water* and blood,

Be for us a foretaste**In the test of death.

Make Me A Channel of Your Peace

The spindle and desk of Gandhi in his Sabarmati

Ashram museum in Gujarat

I read a post by my blog friend SHERRI

and the prayer of St Francis came to mind.

I learnt this hymn as a child and sung

it in church and Christian meetings .

The words are the true essence of our faith

Sometimes when I receive a gift from

someone, my mother is quick to remind me

to either give it away or save it for so and so.

But I am selfish , I don 't

often do it.

When I got a bag of candy my Mom wanted

me to save it for others.

But I was too weak to do that.

It is my prayer that I

incorporate the words of this song

more fully into my life.

(the above photographs have been taken from the web)

A prayer of St Francis of Asisi

Make me a channel of your peace, Where there is hatred, let me bring Your love, Where there is injury, Your pardon Lord, And where there's doubt, true faith in You Make me a channel of your peace, Where there's despair in life let me bring hope, Where there is darkness - only light, And where there's sadness, ever joy Oh Master, grant that I may never seek, So much to be consoled as to console, To be understood, as to understand, To be loved, as to love with all my soul Make me a channel of your peace, It is in pardoning that we are pardoned, In giving to all men that we receive, And in dying that we're born to eternal life

The time to love is short

A young father leaves a message for his new born child before he slips away into eternity. This video just tore my heart.

A soldier questions God

Would you save a terrorist?