For Japan, I Lift a Prayer...

For Japan, I Lift a Prayer

For Japan, I lift a prayer,

And I know it ain't all much,

But I'll kneel to the Redeemer,

And cry out for His touch.

It always seems so easy,

Take for granted what we've got,

Yet one day you have a TV,

And the next, you have but naught.

All their lives they walk those streets,

Through the motions day by day,

Then earth, just beneath their feet,

For some reason, just gave way.

Jobs they lost, homes they lost,

Worst yet still, their lives they lost,

Raging rivers still they crossed,

Heaven knows how much, the cost.

Japan, the world looked up to you,

While you were hated, you stood true,

Up, upon world's ranks you grew,

You showed the world, and then they knew.

This time, again, I know you will,

You'll rise back up, and take the wheel!

You show the world they can't you, still,

"Nihon-jin" with the iron will.

Still today I sit right here,

In silence, in grief, and even fear,

I bow my head, and take a peer,

To the screen, and shed a tear.

For Japan, I lift a prayer,

And I know it ain't all much,

But I'll kneel to the Redeemer,

And I'll cry out for His touch.

"LORD I lift up the people of Japan into your hands. Help them. Keep them safe. In Your name."

MAL

A Choice...

Apoptosis... Or "Programmed cell death" (PCD)...

Now WHY IN THE WORLD would a cell wanna plan to kill itself???

BUT, simply because of PCD, a tumour can be suppressed, cells containing viruses protect the rest of the cells in the body, feet not be webbed...

Imagine for a second if that cell, and any one of those cells were to say "hey! I wanna live! If you wanna die, YOU go kill yourself!"

... Well I guess that kind of how mutations look like, and tumours happen...

Funny how this is actually very much like life itself, or my life, in the very least.

I believe that every day, we make a choice.

Do we live for ourselves? Do we live for others?

Today, I have made my choice.

Today, I DIE to myself,

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But I LIVE for Him.

And by doing so, in LOVE, for the people around me.

MAL

:-P

P/S: What choice will YOU make, today?

Valentine's Day

The one day in a year where everyone talks about this crazy little thing called "love"...

1 John 4:8
Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.

Good stuff xD

May all of you be filled with love =)

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY Y'ALL!!! =DDD

MAL

:-P

Everyone Has a Story

Everyone has a story. This... This is mine.

If there ‘s one thing and just one thing I’d have to say I’ve been craving all my life, I’d have to say that it would be “a sense of belonging”. Actually, to be honest, it’s always been more of a fear of losing that very sense of belonging that freaks me out. You see, ever since I was young, I was always included in everything. I learnt that the way to be successful is to be the centre of attention. Whether it was being the teacher’s pet, or doing what everybody else does, or even to the extent of physically abusing my friends, I found it satisfying being everyone’s favourite. Or... Did I?

You see, the whole problem with just “belonging” can be summarized in four words - “It’s never QUITE enough”. Mentally, I understood the whole concept of being a “good person” when it was required. In fact, I even knew how to be a “model” person. Being praised, and having people pay attention to me was one of the greatest joys I could find. But there’s where the whole issue was. I was bitter inside. And whenever I felt that I didn’t belong quite enough, the bitterness welling up inside came out. To put it in simple terms, I was an angry kid. A REALLY angry kid.

Funny how life works out, isn’t it? You see, all my life I grew up with great Christian parents (and I think they’re the best parents in the world, but I might be biased), and I always heard about this “God” person. I knew that people who followed this “Jesus” person are called Christians, and I knew how they were supposed to act. Yet, who- no... Rather WHAT was that to me?

Well one day I heard a message that changed my life. It was a story of love. A love, so crazy that I’d even dare call it madness. It was about a man who lived a perfect life, never did anything wrong, and knew a friend who was quite a scoundrel. One day though, when his friend was about to be punished for committing heinous crimes, because he loved his friend so much, this perfect man took the place of his friend. Everyone scorned upon him, even his friend. And what did he do? He even gave up all he had, and wrote everything in his will in his friend’s name. So the question now is, what will the friend do with it? Will he live his life in memory of his friend who loved him so much, or ignore everything to do with him, not even accepting whatever’s in his friend’s will?

Now here’s the creepy part. The perfect man was Jesus. The scoundrel? That’s me. And in His death, He gave me the option of becoming God’s child. I was left with an option. What would I do with my life?

In light of Jesus’ complete and total acceptance as well as love for the wreck that I am, I broke into tears. Here’s someone who gave up everything he had because he loves me. The selfish, bitter, angry ME.

There’s something about love and what it does to you. It changed alot about the way I think. I didn’t care so much that I’m accepted and in the middle of everything anymore. When you know someone loves you IN SPITE of, not BECAUSE of what you do, it messes you up. You live for Him. You love Him back. And in turn, you find peace. People noticed that I started getting angry less. I felt joy.

Well I won’t my story’s over. In fact, it’s far from over. I still stumble once in awhile, but He’s always there to pick me up. My story’s actually turned into a love story now. You know, one of those stories where the hero loves the heroine and does all the crazy stuff for her, but she only falls in love with him at the very end, when everyone’s like “oh so you FINALLY understand!”

More than anything, I found a sense of eternal belonging, a belonging like no other, one that cannot be extinguished, nor is by any means temporal.

I found my sense of belonging in One who is in His very being, love. As for you, I hope you find it too.

Everyone has a story. Mine’s far from ended. What’s yours gonna be like?

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

MAL

:-P

Oh Lord...

Why does the sun seem to fade?

Why does the world seem to grow silent?

Where have the noises of the world gone?

And why, why has silence seemed to weigh so heavily on my shoulders?

Whencefrom comes the dew of paradise,

The drops that drench my coat?

That seem to fill my back with burdens,

And remind me of the weak one I am?

When order and chaos meet,

And disorder gains the upper hand,

The question I ask myself...

Is why in the world does rain now make me think of this?

Oh Lord, I am stressed...

I must say I miss snow...

I miss the simple reminder of Your love...

...

You know I don't want to be testing You...

But please Lord, can You please spare me a pat on my back?

A touch from You...

It's all I need to move on...

I thank You Lord for all I have,

And I thank You for what I will...

You know I love You,

And I thank You because You will speak to me in the next couple of minutes...

Thanks Abba!

Your son whom You love.

Sorry...

I lashed out again...

It's upsetting, and I even BEGIN to speak of unsettling, when you seriously put your mind onto work, and practically spend two whole days slaving yourself to about 300 pieces of paper in the basement of a library (where it's most quiet), trying to memorize every single detail, and then going into an exam only to notice that you have no idea what the professor's trying to get at...

The frustration...

The anger...

The bars, filled with the sound of people getting drunk...

Only to notice that the reason it's full...

Is the same reason i'm slightly disturbed...

...

But I will look up to the hills...

Psalm 121

¹ I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
² My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

³ He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
⁴ indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

⁵ The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
⁶ the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

⁷ The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
⁸ the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

AMEN

The Wheel

Ahhh... Life...

You walk around and one day you see a wheel spinning...

And then you look around and because there's your pals around,

You say "Nah, not interested! In fact, I really hate it!"...

But the wheel never leaves your mind...

And one day you come back and no one's around,

Then curiosity gets the better of you and you go

"Hey, I wonder how it's like being on the wheel?"

And so you walk to it, try to climb it, and get squashed...

So you develop a phobia of that insolent little wheel

And it occurs to you that you DON'T REALLY NEED that wheel

Then people tell you that you've gotta take a chance if you're ever gonna master the wheel...

That the only way you could control the wheel is by climbing on it...

And you see your friends, all with their own wheels...

And...

And then curiosity gets the better of you and you go

"Hey, I wonder how it's like being on the wheel?"

And so you walk to it, try to climb it, and get squashed...

And the process repeats itself a couple of times...

But honestly, you DON'T need that wheel...

But you still wanna try it...

And the wheel keeps spinning...

And while some are happy being on a wheel,

Some aren't, and keep wanting to change wheels

Whilst others, find themselves completely satisfied without a wheel...

But the circle continues...

And life goes on =)

And the wheel? It keeps spinning =D

MAL

:-P