<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:57:03.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Apart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-5555220308677119394</id><published>2007-09-04T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:47:36.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way I think about people has a direct effect on my joy, peace and own fulfillment. I spent an entire week just being critical and judgmental of people in my life. I can always point out the faults and shortcomings in others and by the end of this past week God decided to point out that this is exactly what I have been doing. This was the reason why I was getting all worked up for no good reason. Those closest too me never see to wonder how I can get worked up over hypothetical situations, but in all honesty, I think we can all do this to an extent – I just tend to do it out loud more than others. So how does judging others connect to anxious hypothetical? Well, let me elaborate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ish43: 18 (The Msg) Forget about what’s happened; don’t keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One barrier that keeps me from thinking about people the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus did is my past experiences. Past experiences with different kinds of people can shape how I enter into new relationships and interactions. In defense of my heart, I can become particularly critical or suspicious of those around me resulting in me running hypothetical scenarios through my head. If I can prove that the people currently entering my life are like those ‘other’ people I can protect myself from being hurt again and keep them at a distance and society often backs me in supporting stereotypes so there is a high probability that I will be right in my assumption. In this way I also manage to not trust friends or allow new friendships to develop. I have seen this in my work and personal relationships. Being hurt by past work situations has made me more suspicious of the people I work with presently. In getting to know new people I have been meeting I can also pass judgment prematurely. My past experiences can feed my prejudices, stereo types and presumptions preventing me from loving people the way Jesus loves and from sharing Him with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This attitude also gives Satan a foothold to puff me up. In this mindset I can easily place myself in a position to look down on others or think myself better than others. If I am ‘better than’ someone that makes me too good to serve them or give to them. I’m too good to serve my house-mates because I’ve taken out the trash 3 times this week already so I’m not gona’ do it again as than they will expect me to pick up after them all the time. I won’t do something at work that I see as being ‘beneath me’ or not in my job description because than I will be taken advantage of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 7:5 (The Msg) It's this whole traveling road-show mentality all over again, playing a holier-than-thou part instead of just living your part. Wipe that ugly sneer off your own face, and you might be fit to offer a washcloth to your neighbor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Message version of this scripture helps me to look at myself first and remember that as I am judging and measuring others up they too are doing the same to me. Neither myself or the other person doing the measuring is in the right, despite the fact that we may be completely right in some of our assumptions, it doesn’t matter, we are wrong to assume in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 12:1-21(The Msg) 1 So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life--your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life--and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. 2Don't become so well adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus died for that person who I am critical of, the one who gets on my nerves, the one I don’t understand and the one I can’t stand. Not only that but by giving into the past I can allow this act of faithlessness to steal what God has in store for the future. I can miss out on being used by Him, miss out on touching others lives as well as them touching mine, miss out on His blessings because of actions fueled by my suspicious or judgmental thinking. It’s not always about some great bond or connection, others motives won't always be clear or good, we will not click with everyone, heck there will be many a day we won’t feel like we are clicking with God or understand His motives but we keep going because we fix our attention on Him and we hold on to what is promised and through this type of faith he is able to bring out the best in us, despite us. So we keep fighting our own hypothetical because we know that God will blow them out with His truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-5555220308677119394?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/5555220308677119394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=5555220308677119394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5555220308677119394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5555220308677119394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-i-think-about-people-has-direct.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-6500679837853552491</id><published>2007-08-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:28:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I believed if time passes, everything turns into beauty. If the rain stops, tears clean the scars of memory away. Everything starts wearing fresh colors. Every sound begins playing a heartful melody. Jealousy embellishes a page of epic. Desire is embraced in a dream but my mind is still in chaos and....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-6500679837853552491?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/6500679837853552491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=6500679837853552491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/6500679837853552491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/6500679837853552491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-believed-if-time-passes-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-3671717340124107679</id><published>2007-08-25T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:13:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;June 7, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Success Covers a Multitude of Sins&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Having a "successful ministry" can keep pastors from the hard work of character transformation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;This week I am attending the Midwest Regional Spiritual Formation Forum at Elmbrook Church near Milwaukee. The conference theme is “spiritual formation and the mission of the church.” Most interpret “mission” to mean a measurable impact in the world. Are people coming to Christ? Is the church making a difference? But the first plenary speaker, Dave Johnson—pastor of Church of the Open Door in Maple Grove, Minnesota—says our desire for external impact should take a back seat to internal transformation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Johnson spoke about the pressure that comes from being anointed for ministry. When God empowers us with the skills to powerfully carry out his purposes it is like a weight being put upon us, and it takes real interior strength to carry it for any amount of time. This interior strength is a character formed in the image of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Drawing from the life and downfall of Samson, he went on to tell the stories of men and women who were used powerfully by God to accomplish even miraculous things, but who eventually collapsed because their characters simply could not carry the weight of their anointing. These leaders had not made the transformation of their characters the first priority in their life and ministry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;The reason many of us ignore the formation of our character, says Johnson, is because it will slow us down. Many ministry leaders want success, a big church, or a crowd. But how many of us want a real life? How many of us want a life in God? We can have that, Johnson believes. We can have a character that produces love, peace, patience, kindness…but it will slow us down. It might mean the church won’t grow as big as quickly. It might mean the crowd will get smaller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;But the alternative is both devastating and all too common. The alternative is a ministry of high impact but shallow character. As only Johnson could say it, “In the bible it was a miracle when God spoke through an ass. Now it happens everyday.” Translation: God is speaking powerfully through many pastors, but their characters show nothing of God’s life. These leaders, along with their anger, pride, bitterness, and cynicism, are tolerated by many churches because they are able to “fill the room.” Their powerful spiritual gifts, like Samson’s, deflect the flaws of their characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Johnson believes that many of us opt to ignore the slow, hard work of character formation because we simply don’t want it. It is a matter of intention. We don’t want to be slowed down in our pursuit of ministry impact and tangible achievement. In order to have a life in God, a life full of his character, we have to want it more than anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Johnson concluded with this simple but haunting question—What do you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;(My thought: The issue here applies to everyone, not only pastors.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-3671717340124107679?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/3671717340124107679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=3671717340124107679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/3671717340124107679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/3671717340124107679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/08/june-7-2007-success-covers-multitude-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-5985738182291178196</id><published>2007-08-20T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:55:05.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;This time, This place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Just one chance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Just one breath&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Just in case there’s just one left&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;‘Cause you know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;you know, you know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;That I love you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I keep dreaming you’ll be with me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;and you’ll never go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I don’t see you anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;On my knees, I’ll ask&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;‘Cause with you, I’d withstand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I’d give it all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I’d give for us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Give anything but I won’t give up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;‘Cause you know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;you know, you know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;That I love you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I keep dreaming you’ll be with me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;and you’ll never go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I don’t see you anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;So far away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;So far away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I wanted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;‘Cause I needed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;That I love you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;‘Cause I’m not leaving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;Hold on to me and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;never let me go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Hacknslash;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-5985738182291178196?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/5985738182291178196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=5985738182291178196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5985738182291178196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5985738182291178196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-time-this-place-misused-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-1821117358556541660</id><published>2007-08-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:09:56.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;German Lutheran theologian and Nazi martyr Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote in a letter from prison: 'God does not give us everything we want, but He does fulfill all His promises ... leading us along the best and straightest paths to Himself.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-1821117358556541660?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/1821117358556541660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=1821117358556541660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/1821117358556541660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/1821117358556541660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/08/german-lutheran-theologian-and-nazi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-8224881621364973222</id><published>2007-07-24T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:42:23.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am the only one to blame for this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Somehow it all adds up the same&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Soaring on the wings of selfish pride&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;I flew too high and like Icarus I collide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;With a world I try so hard to leave behind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To rid myself of all but love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To give and die&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To turn away and not become&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;More deeply than the oceans,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;More abundant than the tear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Of a world embracing every heartache&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Can I be the one to sacrifice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To love you - take my world apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To need you - I am on my knees&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To love you - take my world apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To need you - broken on my knees&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;All said and done I stand alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Amongst remains of a life I should not own&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;It takes all I am to believe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;In the mercy that covers me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Did you really have to die for me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;All I am for all you are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;And I pray,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To love you - take my world apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To need you - I am on my knees&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To love you - take my world apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;To need you - broken on my knees&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;I look beyond the empty cross&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Forgetting what my life has cost&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;And wipe away the crimson stains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;And dull the nails that still remains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;More and more I need you now,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;I owe you more each passing hour&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;The battle between grace and pride&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;I gave up not so long ago&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;So steal my heart and take the pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;And wash the feet and cleanse my pride&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take the selfish, take the weak,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;And all the things I cannot hide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take the beauty, take my tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;The sin and soaked heart and make it yours&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take my world all apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take it now, take it now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;And serve the ones that I despise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Speak the words I can't deny&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Watch the world I used to love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fall to dust and thrown away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;I look beyond the empty cross&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Forgetting what my life has cost&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;So wipe away the crimson stains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;And dull the nails that still remain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;So steal my heart and take the pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take the selfish, take the weak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;And all the things I cannot hide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take the beauty, take my tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take my world apart, take my world apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;I pray, I pray, I pray&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take my world apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Worlds Apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-8224881621364973222?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/8224881621364973222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=8224881621364973222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/8224881621364973222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/8224881621364973222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-only-one-to-blame-for-this-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-2818991322636899079</id><published>2007-07-24T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:23:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes genuine courage to trust God. It’s a lot easier to just be a coward because cowardice behavior is generally more acceptable and excusable. Trusting God can be like a Trust Fall, you blindfold a person and have them fall backwards into someone’s arms. As I have myself participated in this I remember feeling completely over-confident when I first tipped from my heals and began to tumble backwards, but how quickly my confidence was shattered when my body began to shift from just being at an angle to almost parallel and I still did not feel hands bracing my back! I got that twisting knot feeling in the pit of my stomach and throat and fear griped my chest and it was at that very moment when my partner caught me inches from the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs3: 3, 5-7 (Message) don’t lose your grip on Love and Loyalty. Tie them around your neck; carve their initials on your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I see the command in verse three the first thing that comes to mind is that if I am being warned against losing my grip than for sure there will be times that I will do just that. I have indeed lost my grip on God’s love and loyalty and I have done so when I tried to make sense of things for myself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust GOD from the bottom of your heart; don't try to figure out everything on your own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen for GOD's voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he's the one who will keep you on track.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't assume that you know it all. Run to GOD! Run from evil!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust is me shifting my focus from how I see and make sense of a given situation and instead turning back to seek God’s nature. If I can just get to a point in my prayer or thinking process where I begin to dwell on God’s nature as I know it from the scriptures I can acknowledge Him and trust a bit more in that very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes courage to trust because trusting for me has also meant shifting from praying and hoping for clarity to praying and trusting in the absence of clarity because as Paula Rinehart writes, “The path will always appear no clearer than one little step at a time.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t think I have ever truly understood trust in this way. I have tried to “trust” that God would give me what I want, as well as how I want to get it. I have also tired to “trust” that God would provide clarity where there was none or catch me right before I hit the ground. Instead I am learning that God will let me fall a bit longer than I am comfortable with, He won’t give clarity, and His plan almost never resembles mine in any way shape or form. So as I face the big unknown career wise and ask what's next for my life in all its many aspects, I can feel challenged by the call to truly trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brannan Manning once wrote, “The scandal of God’s silence in the most heartbreaking hours of our journey is perceived in retrospect as veiled tender presence and a passage into pure trust that is not at the mercy of the response it receives.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when the scripture says to &lt;em&gt;“trust in the Lord always”&lt;/em&gt; all of a sudden as I get older and my life experiences broaden, along with the experience of pain and/or things and events that just don’t make sense to me, the emphasis on ALWAYS is amplified in my heart as the call to trust becomes not just a matter of surrender or hope, but all out war to hear God’s voice among so many other murmurs. It takes courage to keep straining to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my darkest moments a quote that really has always helped me to regain perspective has been, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“When you come to the edge of all the light you know and you are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid for you to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.” (Unknown Author)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-2818991322636899079?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/2818991322636899079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=2818991322636899079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/2818991322636899079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/2818991322636899079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-takes-genuine-courage-to-trust-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-1215266704981846289</id><published>2007-07-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:26:29.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;"And the parched ground shall become a pool."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;We always have visions, before a thing is made real. When we realize that although the vision is real, it is not real in us, then is the time that Satan comes in with his temptations, and we are apt to say it is no use to go on. Instead of the vision becoming real, there has come the valley of humiliation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; "Life is not as idle ore,&lt;br /&gt;But iron dug from central gloom,&lt;br /&gt;And batter'd by the shocks of doom&lt;br /&gt;To shape and use."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;God gives us the vision, then He takes us down to the valley to batter us into the shape of the vision, and it is in the valley that so many of us faint and give way. Every vision will be made real if we will have patience. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Don’t burn out. Burn on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Without Sacrifice, there can be no victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; – Captain Archibald Witwicky, Transformer 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-1215266704981846289?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/1215266704981846289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=1215266704981846289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/1215266704981846289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/1215266704981846289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-parched-ground-shall-become-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-5184570154558357635</id><published>2007-07-01T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:10:00.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A devotional by Spurgeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;"In summer and in winter shall it be."&lt;br /&gt;- Zechariah 14:8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The parching heats of sultry midsummer do not dry up the streams of living water, which flow from Jerusalem, any more than they were frozen by the cold winds of blustering winter. Rejoice, O my soul, that thou art spared to testify of the faithfulness of the Lord. The seasons change and thou changest, but thy Lord abides evermore the same, and the streams of his love are as deep, as broad and as full as ever. The heats of business cares and scorching trials make me need the cooling influences of the river of His grace; I may go at once and drink to the full from the inexhaustible fountain, for in summer and in winter it pours forth its flood. The upper springs are never scanty, and blessed be the name of the Lord, the nether springs cannot fail either. Elijah found Cherith dry up, but Jehovah was still the same God of providence. Job said his brethren were like deceitful brooks, but he found his God an overflowing river of consolation. The Nile is the great confidence of Egypt, but its floods are variable; our Lord is evermore the same. By turning the course of the Euphrates, Cyrus took the city of Babylon, but no power, human or infernal, can divert the current of divine grace. The tracks of ancient rivers have been found all dry and desolate, but the streams, which take their rise on the mountains of divine sovereignty and infinite love, shall ever be full to the brim. Generations melt away, but the course of grace is unaltered. The river of God may sing with greater truth than the brook in the poem--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Men may come, and men may go,&lt;br /&gt;but I go on for ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How happy art thou, my soul, to be led beside such still waters! never wander to other streams, lest thou hear the Lord's rebuke, "What hast thou to do in the way of Egypt to drink of the muddy river?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-5184570154558357635?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/5184570154558357635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=5184570154558357635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5184570154558357635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5184570154558357635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/07/devotional-by-spurgeon.html' title='A devotional by Spurgeon'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-6806626172554556775</id><published>2007-06-28T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:26:46.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Midst darkest shades, if he appear,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;My dawning is begun;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;He is my soul’s bright morning star,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;And he my rising sun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-6806626172554556775?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/6806626172554556775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=6806626172554556775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/6806626172554556775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/6806626172554556775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/06/midst-darkest-shades-if-he-appear-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-2860680781062044742</id><published>2007-06-28T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:22:36.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Eager Naturalist&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lord, reveal thyself to my poor backsliding, languishing spirit. Revive me, O Lord, for one smile from thee can make my wilderness blossom as the rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-2860680781062044742?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/2860680781062044742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=2860680781062044742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/2860680781062044742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/2860680781062044742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/06/lord-reveal-thyself-to-my-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-5099169305397051117</id><published>2007-06-20T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T03:21:14.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;"Jesus has left the building!" I have these types of moments. Moments where I simply want to leave Jesus at the door, walk in and do what I want to do or more like rule the way I think is fit. This usually happens when I am upset and want to hurt someone physically. I feel angry or hurt or I feel like injustice has been done. I feel what I know is true; I have no control over the present situation. In those moments I want to open the door to my heart and kindly ask Jesus to skooch out for a few minutes, "please turn away, and let me do some damage and I will be more than happy to let you back in after I'm done." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jude1b (The Message) Relax, everything's going to be all right; rest, everything's coming together; open your heart, love is on the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;As I get ready to face the journey home I have mixed feelings and emotions. I'm ready to go but at the same time it is hard to leave. I can worry and get anxious. I can be easily agitated or angered and forget who I am. I am Gods', His workmanship and He is telling me to &lt;em&gt;relax&lt;/em&gt; and trust in his love, wait for it. I can want to do what I think should be done before I leave, I want to right wrongs or finish what I consider unfinished. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;v3 I have to write insisting—begging! —that you fight with everything you have in you for this faith entrusted to us as a gift to guard and cherish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;When I become works oriented I leave faith out. It's funny how easily I can forget things, lessons taught before, signs sent that I did not head. So now as I stand ready to leave I pray that I do not forget the lessons learned here and accept all the outcomes. I must fight with everything I have for faith. If this call (v3) is here to me that means two things. Firstly, I will have to fight with everything I have to protect something so precious. I definitely feel that I have had moments when I have had to fight with what felt like my last ounce of strength because I had nearly let go and forgotten of the true value of what I had been entrusted with. Secondly, if it requires a fight that means there is opposition and it won't quit until it steels my gift. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;v5 I'm laying this out as clearly as I can, even though you once knew all this well enough and shouldn't need reminding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I'm ashamed to say that I constantly need reminding. Yet, encouragingly enough God knows it and spells it out all the time, sends warnings and reminders constantly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;v10 But these people sneer at anything they can't understand, and by doing whatever they feel like doing – living by animal instinct only—they participate in their own destruction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;On the one hand, there are people who will not accept what I have to offer and although it is sad to watch them self-destruct God has warned me about their behavior and there is nothing I can do about it. It is in His hands. On the other hand, I must be careful not to become one of those people by going on momentary emotions and "instinct". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;V17 In the last days there will be people who don't take these things seriously anymore. They'll treat them like a joke, and make a religion of their own whims and lusts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I can easily stop taking things seriously when the fight gets hard. As I read these verses I realized they were written to Christians who had forgotten, who had stopped fighting, they were written to those who had fallen or where in danger of falling. Yes, there are those who will chose not to understand but there are those who will understand and chose to turn away. When I want to leave Jesus outside, even for a moment, or worst, when I do leave him outside and follow my whims, I'm not taking Christ seriously and I'm not an example to others. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:12(NIV) so, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don't fall!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Its amazing how little control one actually has over one’s own mind. The mind is an absolute battlefield of forces all seeking their own intentions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;What room is left for freedom under such tyrannies? *Hah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-5099169305397051117?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/5099169305397051117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=5099169305397051117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5099169305397051117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5099169305397051117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/06/jesus-has-left-building-i-have-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-679720650543283533</id><published>2007-06-20T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:58:41.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Once, a fox discovered a vineyard. It was completely enclosed by a wall, except for one small hole. When the fox tried to enter the hole, he discovered he could not. It was too small. So he decided to fast for three days until he became thin enough to enter through the hole. He began fasting and, after three days, was scrawny enough to make it. He entered the hole and found to his delight that the vineyard was a virtual paradise. He ate and ate until he became sleek and fat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;But when he wanted to leave, the fox couldn’t get through the hole. So he had to fast again until he was thin enough to get out. It took three days before he could make it. He finally exited the vineyard just as thin, scrawny and hungry as he had been nine days before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it is with life. We struggle so hard for things that don’t bring lasting satisfaction. We work long days in order to be able to purchase things that break within the month. We wish and long for things we soon grow tired of. Remember that as fat and sleek as we may become in life, we will leave just as naked and scrawny as we came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said, “I came naked from my mother’s womb, and I will be stripped of everything when I die. The Lord gave me everything I had, and the Lord has taken it away.” Job 1:21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-679720650543283533?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/679720650543283533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=679720650543283533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/679720650543283533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/679720650543283533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/06/once-fox-discovered-vineyard.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-8389650961458832866</id><published>2007-06-13T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:16:37.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sometimes I'm aware that being fully who I am is the most spiritual thing I can be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;But this is only true if I'm aware of that false part of me, that pretend part of me, that not-real-me part of me and moving away from that and toward the truest me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sin separates me from my true inner heart and my true inner life. I separate myself from these things as I put on my mask, cover my real feelings with stuff, wear my personas, and otherwise try to be more or different than I who truly am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jesus reconciles me and brings me back into full relationship with Himself; and He also brings me back into full and right relationship with who &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; truly am: my made-in-the-image-of-Christ self. Me. Just me. Raw me. Wholly me. Alive me. Passionate me. No-pretense me. Full-of-all-kinds-of-feelings me. Simple me. True me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Does this make any sense? I don't leave myself to become spiritual. I do die to the false parts of myself but this brings me into the freedom to live out of and be my true self. Fully myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Somebody put it this way:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Sanctity lies in discovering my true self, moving toward it, and living out of it... While the impostor draws his identity from past achievements, and the adulation of others, the true self claims its identity in its belovedness. We give glory to God simply by being ourselves."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;I get so weary when I try to live out of the "impostor." Even worse than the "imposter" is the "spiritual imposter." How draining and hypocritical. How foolish to think that I have to be more than I am in order to be alive, free, or precious to God. How I need to remind myself that God gave His life so that I would live-- and simply be the true person that He created. It is my truest self that is His beloved, not the other false parts of me that I put on. It is the "real me" being "fully me" that is the object of God's infinite affections. He longs for me as I really and thoroughly am--add nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;It is being fully me that He thoroughly delights in! Who I am is thoroughly enough!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today I want to give glory to God by adding nothing to who I am. I'm such a simple person. A simple desire to be a lover of God and a lover of others. No rank, no status, no position, no role. Just an alive-to-the-world person and, by His grace, an alive-to-God person. I'm nobody, yet I'm magnificent (in His image). I'm nothing, yet I'm the beloved of the Creator. I'm unique, and it's just, simply, plainly, who I am that brings glory to God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-8389650961458832866?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/8389650961458832866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=8389650961458832866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/8389650961458832866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/8389650961458832866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-im-aware-that-being-fully-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-5889021657329513652</id><published>2007-06-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:56:35.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A man asks his rabbi, "Why does God write the laws on our hearts?  Why not &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;our hearts?" The rabbi replied, "God never forces anything into the human heart. He writes the word on our hearts so that when our hearts break, God falls in." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It turns out the best instrument for absorbing God is an unguarded broken heart.” – Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a id="1" href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/search.cgi?q=eze+36:26" target="_blank"&gt;Ezekiel 36:26&lt;/a&gt; (NIV) I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-5889021657329513652?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/5889021657329513652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=5889021657329513652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5889021657329513652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5889021657329513652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/06/man-asks-his-rabbi-why-does-god-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-6243559459265299782</id><published>2007-05-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:48:09.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;As I come to the final and concluding chapter of the long and excellent discourse, the Sermon on the Mount, I came to deepest realization of what I have been. There are times when I looked back and felt like time has gone by so quickly and I had not done enough; I have gotten caught up in the storm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see that God is trying to reveal a piece of epic to me. Sometimes God sends me signs and I just cannot see them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And always will be, I would find myself awakened in the dawn and to find myself and my house covered in a thick layer of dust. Dust that accumulates with time gathered in thick because I refused to take heed of it and sweep them away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I saw my own insignificants in this act in nature. I saw how fragile and brittle we are as mortals. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;"These words I speak to you are not incidental additions to your life, homeowner improvements to your standard of living. They are foundational words, words to build a life on. If you work these words into your life, you are like a smart carpenter who built his house on solid rock. Rain poured down, the river flooded, a tornado hit—but nothing moved that house. It was fixed to the rock.” – Matthew 7:24-25 (The Message)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"But if you just use my words in Bible studies and don't work them into your life, you are like a stupid carpenter who built his house on the sandy beach. When a storm rolled in and the waves came up, it collapsed like a house of cards." – Matthew 7:26-27 (The Message) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;Two sorts of hearers are here represented in their true characters, and the state of their case, under the comparison of two builders; one was &lt;i&gt;wise,&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;built upon a rock,&lt;/i&gt; and his building stood in a storm; the other &lt;i&gt;foolish,&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;built upon the sand,&lt;/i&gt; and his building fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We have every one of us a house to build. It is our life. And in it includes our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt; thoughts and affections, our words and actions, the temper of our minds, and the tenor of our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That house, our life, is our hope for heaven. It ought to be our chief and constant care, to make our calling and election sure. Many people never mind this: it is the furthest thing from their thoughts; they are building for this world, as if they were going to here always, but take no care to build for another world. There are many who profess that they hope to go to heaven, but despise this &lt;i&gt;Rock,&lt;/i&gt; and build their hopes &lt;i&gt;upon the sand;&lt;/i&gt; which is done without many pains, but it is their folly. Every thing besides Christ is sand. Some build their hopes upon their worldly prosperity, as if they were a sure token of God's favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;Others upon their external profession of religion, the privileges they enjoy, and the performances they go through in that profession, and the reputation they have got by it. They are called Christians, were baptized, go to church, hear Christ's word, say their prayers, and do nobody any harm, and, if they perish, God help a great many! This is the light of their own fire, which they walk in; this is that, upon which, with a great deal of assurance, they venture; but it is all sand, too weak to bear such a fabric as our hopes of heaven.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rain, and floods, and wind, will beat upon the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;One day, these will undoubtedly come. Not once but many times over. Then it will be seen, who only heard the word, and who heard and practiced it; then when we have occasion to use our hopes, it will be tried whether they were right, and well-grounded, or not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Those whose hopes which are built upon Christ the Rock will stand, and will stand the builder in stead when the storm comes; they will be his preservation, both from desertion, and from prevailing disquiet. His profession will not wither; his comforts will not fail; they will be his strength and song, &lt;i&gt;as an anchor of the soul, sure and steadfast.&lt;/i&gt; When he comes to the last encounter, those hopes will take off the terror of death and the grave; will carry him cheerfully through that dark valley; will be approved by the Judge; will stand the test of the great day; and will be crowned with endless glory. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;That those hopes which foolish builders ground upon any thing but Christ, will certainly fail them on a stormy day; will yield them no true comfort and satisfaction in trouble, in the hour of death, and in the day of judgment; will be no fence against temptations to apostasy, in a time of persecution. &lt;i&gt;When God takes away the soul, where is the hope of the hypocrite? —Job 27:8. &lt;/i&gt;He shall &lt;i&gt;lean upon his house, but it shall not stand. – Job 8:15. &lt;/i&gt;It fell in the storm, when the builder had most need of it, and expected it would be a shelter to him. It fell when it was too late to build another: &lt;i&gt;when a wicked man dies, his expectation perishes;&lt;/i&gt; then, when he thought it would have been turned into fruition, &lt;i&gt;it fell, and great was the fall of it.&lt;/i&gt; It was a great disappointment to the builder; the shame and loss were great. The higher men's hopes have been raised, the lower they fall. It is the sorest ruin of all that attends formal professors; oh witness Capernaum's doom! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I used to think that this scripture only referred to a person who was becoming a Christian, but as I read it recently, now I think it can also apply to a Christian builder. We never quite stop building and at any point in the construction process we can mess the entire thing up or at least I know I can. I know that to continue to build on solid rock means that I have to continue to look forward and follow the blue prints and than I will make it through the storms.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Still Your mercy remains &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should I stumble again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in Your grace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everlasting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Your will above all else&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose remains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bringing You praise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everlasting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In my heart and my soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord let justice and praise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become my embrace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you from the inside out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Everlasting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring You praise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord my soul cries out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;I'm here again&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles away from you&lt;br /&gt;A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;I've lost so much along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see your face&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm finally yours&lt;br /&gt;I find everything I thought I lost before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call my name&lt;br /&gt;I come to you in pieces&lt;br /&gt;So you can make me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come undone&lt;br /&gt;But you make sense of who I am&lt;br /&gt;Like puzzle pieces in your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see your face&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm finally yours&lt;br /&gt;I find everything I thought I lost before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call my name&lt;br /&gt;I come to you in pieces&lt;br /&gt;So you can make me whole!&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard! So hard!&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see your face&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm finally yours&lt;br /&gt;I find everything I thought I lost before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call my name&lt;br /&gt;I come to you in pieces&lt;br /&gt;So you can make me whole&lt;br /&gt;So you can make me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-6243559459265299782?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/6243559459265299782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=6243559459265299782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/6243559459265299782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/6243559459265299782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-i-come-to-final-and-concluding_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-5748633518244418503</id><published>2007-03-11T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T14:00:48.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What’s this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;My love will rip a hole in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Givin’ myself to you from the essence of my being&lt;br /&gt;Sing to my G-d all these songs of love and healing&lt;br /&gt;Want Moshiach now so it’s time we start revealing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re all that I have and you’re all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day I pray to get to know you please&lt;br /&gt;I want to be close to you, yes I’m so hungry&lt;br /&gt;You’re like water for my soul when it gets thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Without you there’s no me&lt;br /&gt;You’re the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the world is dark and I just can’t see&lt;br /&gt;With these, demons surround all around to bring me down to negativity&lt;br /&gt;But I believe, yes I believe, I said I believe&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;Won’t be brought down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee&lt;br /&gt;Hashem’s rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe&lt;br /&gt;Out of darkness comes light, twilight unto the heights&lt;br /&gt;Crown Heights burnin’ up all through till midnight&lt;br /&gt;Said, thank you to my G-d, now I finally got it right&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll fight with all of my heart, and all a’ my soul, and all a’ my might&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me no want no sinsemilla.&lt;br /&gt;That would only bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Burn away my brain no way my brain is to compound&lt;br /&gt;Torah food for my brain let it rain till I drown&lt;br /&gt;Thunder!&lt;br /&gt;Let the blessings come down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strip away the layers and reveal your soul&lt;br /&gt;Got to give yourself up and then you become whole&lt;br /&gt;You’re a slave to yourself and you don’t even know&lt;br /&gt;You want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow&lt;br /&gt;If you’re trying to stay high then you’re bound to stay low&lt;br /&gt;You want G-d but you can’t deflate your ego&lt;br /&gt;If you’re already there then there’s nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;If you’re cup’s already full then its bound to overflow&lt;br /&gt;If you’re drowning in the water’s and you can’t stay afloat&lt;br /&gt;Ask Hashem for mercy and he’ll throw you a rope&lt;br /&gt;You’re looking for help from G-d you say he couldn’t be found&lt;br /&gt;Looking up to the sky and searchin’ beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like a King without his Crown&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you keep fallin’ down&lt;br /&gt;You really want to live but can’t get rid of your frown&lt;br /&gt;Tried to reach unto the heights and wound bound down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Given up your pride and the you heard a sound&lt;br /&gt;Out of night comes day and out of day comes light&lt;br /&gt;Nullified to the One like sunlight in a ray,&lt;br /&gt;Makin’ room for his love and a fire gone blaze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reelin’ him in&lt;br /&gt;Where ya been&lt;br /&gt;Where ya been&lt;br /&gt;Where ya been for so long&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to stay strong been livin’ in galus (exile) for 2000 years strong&lt;br /&gt;Where ya been for so long&lt;br /&gt;Been livin in this exhile for too long &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Matisyahu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-5748633518244418503?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/5748633518244418503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=5748633518244418503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5748633518244418503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/5748633518244418503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-this-feeling-my-love-will-rip.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-4166301862293288626</id><published>2007-02-24T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T13:34:30.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will come forth as gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quoting Charles G. Finney's admonition from "Fearing the Lord and Walking in Darkness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;color:#440000;"  &gt;"Do not confound apathy and  backsliding with that state of mind that trusts God in darkness. They are as much  opposites as two states can be. One is a state of obedience, the other of disobedience--one  of strong faith, the other of no faith at all--one of great and active love, the  other of perfect stupidity and stagnation of soul like a putrid lake. In one, the  soul rises above all the gusts and storms of doubt and fear into the calm blue sky  of unfaltering trust; in the other, it sinks below both blue sky and howling wind,  as into the death damps of the grave. Do not, I beseech you, mistake apathy for trust  in God. Beloved, will you trust in God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-4166301862293288626?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/4166301862293288626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=4166301862293288626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/4166301862293288626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/4166301862293288626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-will-come-forth-as-gold.html' title='I will come forth as gold'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-8580008098660524471</id><published>2007-01-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T02:02:38.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;The wind blows and the grass sways. “Do not conform” is a difficult advise in a generation when crowd pressure have unconsciously conditioned our minds and feet, urging us to choose the route of less resistance, and bid us never to fight for an unpopular cause and never to be found in a minority of two or three. The security of being identified with the majority has unknowingly become an adage of the modern world for success, recognition and conformity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mitch Albom says this, “…the culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. We're teaching the wrong things. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it. Create your own.” Reading this line, I wonder where do I stand in the culture I live and it would seems like a tension of opposites, like the pull of the rubber band, and I dwell somewhere in the middle. We as Christians have a mandate to be nonconformists as we entrenched and embedded ourselves in the world. We have the imperative in us to live differently towards a higher loyalty; person of conviction, not conformity; of moral nobility; not social respectability. And every true Christian is a citizen of two worlds, the world of time and the world of eternity. We are in the world and yet, not of the world; a colony of heaven as described by Paul the apostle. Longfellow said, “In this world, a man must either be the anvil or the hammer.” A molder of the society or is molded by society. And who would differ that today most men are anvils and shaped by the majority; like the grass swaying to where the wind blows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Most people, and Christians in particular, are thermometers that record or register the temperature of majority opinion, not thermostats that transform and regulate the temperature of society.” – Martin Luther King, jr. Many people fear nothing more to take a position, which stands out sharply, and prevailing opinion; a city that is set on the hill and can never be hidden. Have we like Pilate, yielded our convictions to the demands of the crowd? Have we been tempted by the enticing cult of conformity? Or have we been seduced by the success symbols of the world. Not a few men, who cherish lofty and noble ideals, hide them under a blanket of fear for fear of being called different. “ Be not conformed to this world: but be transformed by the renewing of your mind” seems like words of yesterday. Where do righteousness, principles and character have a place in the culture that we live?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;And I was reading articles telling how the early Christians captured the Roman Empire for Jesus Christ. Willingly they sacrificed fame, fortune, and life for a cause they knew to be right. They were nonconformists in the truest sense of word and refused to shape their witness according to the mundane pattern of the world. Quantitatively small, they were qualitatively giants. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, who, when ordered by King Nebuchadnezzar to bow before a golden image, said in unequivocal terms, ”If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us… But if not… we will not serve other gods’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;We must make a choice. Ultimately though personality opens up doors, but it is really our character that keeps those doors ajar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Anyway a food for thought.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-8580008098660524471?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/8580008098660524471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=8580008098660524471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/8580008098660524471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/8580008098660524471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/01/wind-blows-and-grass-sways.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-2355283225052423439</id><published>2007-01-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:23:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have had some interesting contemplations recently. You know the deep, what-is-the-meaning-of-life-and-relationships type of conversations? The, what-do-I-really-have-to-offer-someone type of conversations. In these thoughts, my mind continued to express its fear of not being able to offer something, uncertain of what I can bring to the table. I have heard it from men and women and I have definitely heard it come out of my own mouth. In friendships, in relationships I too can ask, “Am I enough?” or, “Am I too much?” “Was I too vulnerable?”, “Was I not vulnerable enough?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am learning to be more gentle and vulnerable. I am also learning not to let go of who I am; a strong willed, opinionated, driven person. I am learning that who I am with God is very different than who I am without him. Let me explain. There is the strong willed, opinionated, "I can do it myself; I don’t need anyone,” driven me. This me relies on my own strength and wisdom and does not trust God. Or, I can be the strong willed, opinionated but willing to listen to God and others, "It is really hard for me to ask for your help and tell you that I need you, but I will because of who God is in my life.” driven me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Who I am when I walk with God trusts that He will protect me, therefore I do not always have to try so hard to protect myself. Who I am with God submits to His word and puts others before self. When I walk with God, I share my life with others- not to boast, but to reveal God’s power and work in it. Who I am with God is very different than who I am without Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have inserted scriptures into the poem below because when I first heard it, I thought of the following scriptures. Ultimately it is not who we are that wins people over and it is not who we are that makes them turn away; it is God. He blesses our lives with all kinds of people only to draw us closer to Himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Invitation &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Oriah Mountain Dreamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know what you ache for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't interest me how old you are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for your dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the adventure of being alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1Sam16:7 But GOD told Samuel, "Looks aren't everything. Don't be impressed with his looks and stature. I've already eliminated him. GOD judges persons differently than humans do. Men and women look at the face; GOD looks into the heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you have been opened by life's betrayals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or have become shriveled and closed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from fear of further pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you can sit with pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mine or your own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without moving to hide it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or fade it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or fix it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ish 30:26 Better yet, on the Day GOD heals his people of the wounds and bruises from the time of punishment, moonlight will flare into sunlight, and sunlight, like a whole week of sunshine at once, will flood the land.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you can &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disappoint another &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be true to yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you can bear the accusation of betrayal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and not betray your own soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 27:12 But when the accusations rained down hot and heavy from the high priests and religious leaders, he said nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you can see Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even when it is not pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you can source your own life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from its presence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Peter 3:3-4 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; What matters is not your outer appearance--the styling of your hair, the jewelry you wear, the cut of your clothes-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; but your inner disposition. Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle, gracious kind that God delights in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you can live with failure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yours and mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and still stand at the edge of the lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and shout to the silver of the full moon,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't interest me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to know where you live or how much money you have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you can get up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after the night of grief and despair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weary and bruised to the bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and do what needs to be done &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to feed the children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't interest me who you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or how you came to be here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you will stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the centre of the fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and not shrink back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 30:15 GOD, the Master, The Holy of Israel, has this solemn counsel: "Your salvation requires you to turn back to me and stop your silly efforts to save yourselves. Your strength will come from settling down in complete dependence on me-- The very thing you've been unwilling to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have studied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know what sustains you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when all else falls away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know if you can be alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if you truly like the company you keep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the empty moments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonah 2:8 Those who worship hollow gods, god-frauds, walk away from their only true love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exodus 34:6 GOD passed in front of him and called out, "GOD, GOD, a God of mercy and grace, endlessly patient--so much love, so deeply true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-2355283225052423439?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/2355283225052423439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=2355283225052423439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/2355283225052423439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/2355283225052423439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-had-some-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-8987781742581301861</id><published>2006-12-21T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:09:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;" I thought if this life is still intact then you really don't have a, a launching pad, a starting off point. But, if the most precious thing is taken away from you and your stability is asked, your best years supposedly have come and gone and you're alone. Alone full of grief, full of rage, full of anger, you know, what do I do now? What's the last chapter of my life? There is your starting off point. And I think that people need a mountain to climb. And I also read about a few men who, you know, in their late 50s, who decided to climb the seven largest peaks in the world just to, you know, do it. Well this is literally going out and trying to find a mountain to climb, which is going to really change, not just his life, but the lives of the people around him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Sylvester Stallone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-8987781742581301861?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/8987781742581301861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=8987781742581301861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/8987781742581301861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/8987781742581301861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-thought-if-this-life-is-still-intact.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-1203306171794411365</id><published>2006-12-02T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:39:18.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isaiah 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Browallia New';"&gt;A song of my Beloved regarding His vineyard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;My Well Beloved has a vineyard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very fruitful hill,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dug it up and cleared out its stones, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And planted it with the choicest vine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He built a tower in its midst,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also made a winepress in it;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So He expected it to bring forth good grapes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it brought forth wild grapes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge, please, between Me and My vineyard,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could have been done to My vineyard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have not done in it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, when I expected it to bring forth good grapes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it bring forth wild grapes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isaiah 5:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How is it that is His people have become worldly or secularized? They are doing things after the world, changing their thinking because of the world. The world seems to have more influence on us than we are on it. We are secularized when we become too comfortable with the Lord that we really do not have any passion for God. Bible teaches that we should be miserable with the world, not miserable as we spread gloom where ever we go, but here’s what I am saying, as a believer, never become satisfied with the world and the way things are. We should be distasteful! But I’m sorry to say that I don’t see that often in the modern world that we live in! Something is missing! In the book of Esther, God’s people have become worldly and are worshipping pagan gods. And God turned them over to captivity, and they were taken into Babylon for 70 years. Interesting note that the captivity in Egyptian slavery is different from the Babylon captivity. In Egypt the people are starved, beaten and tortured, but notice how it became more different under the rule of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;king&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Nebuchadnezzar, the people were given status and allowed to own homes, and even allowed to hold positions, attend school with the Babylonians, have all the rights they have, only that they are considered second class. And so the people became comfortable, and they even have the protection of the Babylonians and so they had a peaceful life over there. And the people became so settled to the point that 70 years after their captivity, when they were given the opportunity to go to Jerusalem and leave Babylon, they had become so comfortable that the bible says that only a few left while a majority of the Israelites stayed. And this is a call for concern, u asked why so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The bible predicts in the last days the people in church will become too comfortable with their riches, with their goods, with their jobs, with their cars, with their positions and actually what will happen to them is that they will become too comfortable till when its time to go home, they really won’t be able to do that because they have settled in Babylon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woe to those who draw iniquity with cords of vanity,&lt;br /&gt;      And sin as if with a cart rope;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil;&lt;br /&gt;      Who put darkness for light, and light for darkness;&lt;br /&gt;      Who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!&lt;br /&gt;      Woe to &lt;i&gt;those who are&lt;/i&gt; wise in their own eyes,&lt;br /&gt;      And prudent in their own sight!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isaiah 5:18.20-21&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Woe to those who join house to house;&lt;br /&gt; They add field to field,&lt;br /&gt; Till &lt;i&gt;there is&lt;/i&gt; no place&lt;br /&gt; Where they may dwell alone in the midst of the land!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my hearing the LORD of hosts &lt;i&gt;said,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Truly, many houses shall be desolate,&lt;br /&gt; Great and beautiful ones, without inhabitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath,&lt;br /&gt;      And a homer of seed shall yield one ephah.”&lt;br /&gt;      Woe to those who rise early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; they may follow intoxicating drink;&lt;br /&gt;      Who continue until night, &lt;i&gt;till&lt;/i&gt; wine inflames them!&lt;br /&gt;The harp and the strings,&lt;br /&gt;      The tambourine and flute,&lt;br /&gt;      And wine are in their feasts;&lt;br /&gt;      But they do not regard the work of the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;      Nor consider the operation of His hands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isaiah 5:8-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In other words, the people are too familiarized with materialism. They laid one house and they laid another one. If they got this house they will be happy, and when they got another house, they will be happy. And they buy land because they are insecure because they are afraid they will lose it if they don’t get it. Sounds familiar to the generation we are living in? We are all working hard to accumulate more, how to get more, how to attain more. Ever do we have the time to lay them aside and say, “I want more of you!” Verse 11 is saying partying, partying, partying all the time, we are running constantly with the music, with the wine and the drink. But it’s really talking about Christians who are going from one function to another, one entertainment to another, one pleasure to another, and they never have time for the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.&lt;br /&gt;-C.S Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people talk as if meeting the gaze of absolute goodness would be fun. They need to think again. They are still only playing with religion. &lt;b&gt;Goodness is either the great safety or the great danger — according to the way you react to it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now is our chance to choose the right side.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God is holding back to give us that chance. It won't last forever. We must take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-1203306171794411365?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/1203306171794411365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=1203306171794411365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/1203306171794411365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/1203306171794411365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/12/isaiah-5-song-of-my-beloved-regarding.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115927890481185486</id><published>2006-09-26T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:34:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;"When everybody's in and you're left out&lt;br/&gt;And you feel you're drowning in the shadow of a doubt&lt;br/&gt;Everyone's a miracle in their own way&lt;br/&gt;Just listen to yourself, not what other people say."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- Jon Bon Jovi/Richie Sambora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115927890481185486?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115927890481185486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115927890481185486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115927890481185486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115927890481185486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-everybodys-in-and-youre-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115746846136711328</id><published>2006-09-05T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:03:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Drreams</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Whenever I journey to Spain, I shall come to you.&lt;/i&gt;” –Romans 15:24&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One of the most agonizing problems within our human experience is that few, if any, of us live to see our fondest hopes fulfilled. Is there anyone of us who has not faced the agony of blasted hopes and shattered dreams?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In Paul’s letter to the Roman Christians, we see this vexing problem of disappointed hopes: “Whenever I journey to Spain, I shall come to you.” One of his ardent hopes was to travel to Spain where, at the edge of the then known world, he might further proclaim the gospel. On his return he wished to have personal fellowship with the group of Roman Christians. I can imagine his excitement, his quickening of heart with joy, his anticipation with glee. His preparations now centered in carrying the gospel to the capital city of Rome and to Spain. What a glowing hope stirred within Paul’s heart!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But then again, Paul, never got to Rome according to his pattern of hopes. He was indeed taken there but as a prisoner and was held captive in a little prison cell. Nor did he ever walk the dusty roads of Spain, nor look upon its graceful sceneries, nor watch its busy coastal life. He was put to death, we presume, as a martyr for Christ in Rome. Paul’s life is a tragic story of a shattered dream. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Life mirrors many similar experiences. Who has not set out toward some distant Spain, some momentous goal, or some glorious realization, only to realize that at the end he has to settle for much less? Just like Paul, there are many who never walk as free men through the streets of our “Rome”, instead, circumstances decree that they live within little confining cells. Like Abraham, we too sojourn in the land of promise, but so often we do not become “heirs with him of the same promise.” Always and always and always our reach exceeds our grasp. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ever present in human history, we see this pattern of life repeats itself. Mahatma Gandhi, after struggling for years to achieve independence, saw a bloody religious war between the Hindus and the Moslems. The subsequent division of India and Pakistan shattered his heart’s desire for a united nation. Woodrow Wilson died before realizing the fulfillment of his consuming vision of League of Nations. Steve Irwin, also known as the Crocodile Hunter, died a from a freak incident. &lt;br/&gt;Bringing it closer to the bible, Jesus, after praying in the garden of Gethsemane that the cup may pass, nonetheless, drank to the last bitter dregs. And the Apostle Paul repeatedly prayed that the “thorn” might be removed from his flesh, but the pain and the annoyance continued to the end of his days. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Shattered dreams are hallmark of our mortal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115746846136711328?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115746846136711328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115746846136711328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115746846136711328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115746846136711328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/09/shattered-drreams.html' title='Shattered Drreams'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115601087520337097</id><published>2006-08-20T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:07:55.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every now and then i guess we will think realistically about that one day where we fall victim to what i call one's mortality, our life's final common denominator - death. Every now and then I ask myself, "What is it that I would want said of me?" &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If any of you are around when I have to meet my day, I don't want a long funeral. And if you get somebody to deliver the eulogy, I will tell them not to talk too long. Every now and then I wonder what I want them to say.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Tell them not to mention that I have made many accimplishments, that isn't important. Tell them not to mention that I have three or four hundred other awards, that's not important. Tell him not to mention where I went to school.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'd like somebody to mention that day, that Ma ZhengXuan, tried to give his life serving others. I'd like for somebody to say that day, that Ma ZhengXuan, tried to love somebody.  I want you to be able to say that day, that I did try, in my life, to clothe those who were naked. I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven played music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well." - Marin Luther King Jr.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115601087520337097?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115601087520337097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115601087520337097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115601087520337097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115601087520337097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-now-and-then-i-guess-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115488234471543061</id><published>2006-08-07T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:39:04.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength of a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So with the Lord He takes and He refuses;&lt;br/&gt;Finds Him men whom others deny.&lt;br/&gt;Neither strong ones nor mighty he chooses;&lt;br/&gt;But such as John, or Gideon or I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- F.B. Meyer&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Be strong and courageous”, an imperative that has occurs many times in the bible. The verb “be strong” when translated means, “play the man”. The Jewish scholars who first translated the Hebrew bible to Greek rendered with a corresponding Greek word, andridzomai. Paul borrowed the verb and made significant use of it when he wrote in 1 Corinthians 16:13, “…Play the man, be strong.” The verb, andridzomai, is passive and in that context would be rendered” be made strong.” I think Paul understood well, the only way to be a man is to be made that way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's only the weak that can be made truly great. The strong bluster and get in God’s way; the strong can't be trusted with greatness. This principle is best illustrated in the story of Gideon, an ordinary man whom God made extraordinarily strong.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day, the Angel of the Lord came and sat down at the oak in Ophrah, and said to Gideon, “The Lord is with you, you mighty man of valor.” Now look, Gideon was then found threshing wheat in the winepress. Gideon was greatly afraid of the Midianites, and he had to hide there to save his grain crop. He was a cowardly and insecure man, and he replied saying,” O my Lord (Jesus in angel form), how can I save Israel? My clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my family.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Lord shrugged of Gideon’s retort and said, "Go in the strength of yours and save Israel out of Midian's hand". I sat contemplating this point, for indeed, what is the strength in Gideon that You say he shall go. What strength? Gideon has none! He was the least in his household, he was insecure and greatly afraid. He was nobody. Exactly! Suddenly it dawned upon me and I came to realize that was his strength. He has nothing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When President Franklin D. Roosevelt said, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself," I think he was dead wrong. It's the absence of fear that we should fear. Fear is the natural human reaction to any difficult or dangerous undertaking, and God does not condemn it. BUT He does not want us to be dominated by fear. Jesus’ consistent word to His disciples is,” Don’t be afraid.” You know what this means, it is to say, “ Don’t keep on fearing.” God can turn our fear into strength; from weakness we are made strong.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was about that time that the Midianites, the Amalekites, and the people from the east conducted one of their annual raids and encamped in the valley of Jezreel Then the Spirit of the Lord came upon Gideon, who mustered his clan, along with the three tribes of Israel located in that vicinity -- Asher, Zebulun, and Naphtali…&lt;/i&gt; Judges 6:33-35&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here we began to see Gideon having nerve failure, something that often happens on the eve of doing the thing we fear. Gideon asked for a sign that God was still with him. Twice Gideon asked for something contrary to nature, but God met Gideon where he was, giving him the assurance he needed. I think God acceded to his request because He knew the demand on Gideon's faith was greater than he could bear. Faith is a growing thing. We grow from faith to faith as Paul said and as the disciples prayed for an increment in faith. Jesus said, "If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, “Be uprooted and planted in the sea,' and it will obey you.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next scene God, wanting to teach Gideon to operate on his strength, stripped him of every human resource. But knowing the state of his fledgling faith he gave him another assurance: "If you are afraid to attack, go down to the enemy camp with your servant Purah and listen to what they're saying" - Judges 7:10 And of course we know that Gideon was afraid, and so he and his servant made their way under cover of darkness to the outskirts of the camp where they heard two soldiers discussing a dream: one of them had seen a round barley loaf roll into camp and flatten their commander's tent. The barley loaf was none other than Gideon.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the gathering of these crowds of warriors, in the notoriety he had achieved, in the loyalty of the three hundred, there was much to inflate his pride. Therefore God had to bring him face to face with himself. He was only a cake of barley bread at the best. Before God can uplift, use, and anoint us, He must show us what we are, humbling and emptying us, bringing us into the dust of death. Before God can use thee to work a great deliverance, He must convince thee of being only a cake of barley bread.&lt;/i&gt; – F.B Meyer&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here I will show you a revelation. Remember the feeding of the 5000, we see a miracle of a little made much. Gideon is a "five barley loaves, and two small fishes" which God uses to topple a tent, or a kingdom, to demolish strongholds. - 2 Corinthians 10:4&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And the story ends with Gideon making an end route of the Midianites and resounding victory of the Lord.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just like Uzziah, Gideon was greatly helped until he became strong. - 2 Chronicles 26:15&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"And what more shall I say? I do not have time to tell about Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel and the prophets, who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised; who shut the mouths of lions, quenched the fury of the flames, and escaped the edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became powerful in battle and routed foreign armies"&lt;br/&gt;- Hebrews 11:32-34&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I only ask one thing of Thee;&lt;br/&gt;Give Thou Thyself and all is given&lt;br/&gt;I am not strong nor brave nor wise;&lt;br/&gt;Be Thou with me -- it shall suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- Annie Johnson Flint&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115488234471543061?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115488234471543061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115488234471543061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115488234471543061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115488234471543061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/08/strength-of-man_115488234471543061.html' title='Strength of a Man'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115411078905133006</id><published>2006-07-29T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:35:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD, and He delights in his way."&lt;/i&gt; -Psalms 37:23&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...those who through faith and patience inherit the promises."&lt;/i&gt; -Hebrews 6:12&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You told me not to give up, You said I am to get my hands on the plough and hold on, for I am to build a tabernacle in the wilderness.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks Jon, what you said to me was in sync with what He has spoken to me. I almost walked out. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115411078905133006?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115411078905133006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115411078905133006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115411078905133006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115411078905133006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/07/encouragement-to-myself.html' title='Encouragement to myself'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115367717481248349</id><published>2006-07-24T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:52:54.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By God's grace I am what I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bravery of God in trusting us! The way we continually talk about our own inability is an insult to the Creator. Yet many times I bemoan my own incompetence. Like Paul, who says he is the least worthy of the apostles, who am not fit or deserving to be called an apostle, I do have my pangs of insecurities and doubts. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jesus Christ's life was an absolute failure from every standpoint but God's. Jesus Christ called His disciples to see Him put to death; He led every one of them to the place where their hearts were broken. But what seemed failure from man's standpoint was an emphatic triumph from God's, because God's purpose is never man's purpose.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;"… And they understood none of these things."&lt;/i&gt;- Luke 18:34&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seems so for the baffling call of God in our lives too. The call of God is like the call of the sea; no one hears it but the one who has the nature of the sea in him. The test is really to trust and to believe that God knows what He is after. The things that happen do not happen by chance, they happen entirely in the decree of God. God is working out His purposes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I believe in a divinity to shapes our end. But who can grasp this truth? As we go on in the Christian life, we are inclined to say,” Why did God allow this and that?" But the thing is when we recognize that He is taking us into His purposes; we shall no longer try to find out what His purposes are. A Christian is one who trusts the wits and the wisdom of God, and not his own wits.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For I know the thoughts and plans that I have for you, says the Lord, thoughts and plans for welfare and peace and not for evil, to give you hope in your final outcome."&lt;/i&gt; - Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There is only one relationship that matters, and that is your personal relationship to a personal Redeemer and Lord. Let everything else go, but maintain that at all costs, and God will fulfill His purpose through your life. One individual life may be of priceless value to God's purposes, and yours may be that life. Amen.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;"His grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain."&lt;/i&gt; - 1 Cor 15:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115367717481248349?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115367717481248349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115367717481248349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115367717481248349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115367717481248349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/07/by-gods-grace-i-am-what-i-am.html' title='By God&apos;s grace I am what I am'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115341686171667706</id><published>2006-07-21T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:34:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He never insisted on having authority; He never says," Thou shalt..." He leaves us perfectly free; so free we can spit in His face, as men did; so free we can put him to death; as men did; and He will never say a word. Though Heir of all things, the Prince of the kings of the earth, He was despised and rejected of men,” a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What a descent His love to us compelled him to make! O see how low He fell to lift us from our fall! God's own Son, heaven's darling and earth's Prince, and He was now a lowly man of Nazareth... sits there and wear the cruel chaplet which wounds both mind and body at once. For us He became a lamb, for us he laid aside His glory,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O head so full of bruises!&lt;br/&gt;Brown that its lifeblood loses!&lt;br/&gt;O great humility.&lt;br/&gt;Upon His face are falling&lt;br/&gt;Indignities most galling;&lt;br/&gt;He bears them all for me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Me...?&lt;br/&gt;I...?&lt;br/&gt;Ah, its one of those nights when cynical thoughts came...&lt;br/&gt;When my confidence waver...&lt;br/&gt;When doubts assailed...&lt;br/&gt;When I seem to lost myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We say, He has been unwise to choose me, because there is nothing in me; I am not of any value. The bravery of Him in trusting us! That is why He chose you. As long as you think there is something in you, He cannot choose you because you have ends of your own to serve. But if we allow Him to let us into the end of our suffiency, there and then He can bring with us to Jerusalem, and that would mean the fulfillment of the purpose He would not discuss with us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am always apt to say because a man has natural ability and talent, therefore he will make a good Christian. But contrary to that, it is our poverty and not our equipment; not of what we bring with us. but of what He puts in us; strength, knowledge and experience of our own is of no avail to this matter. He can do nothing with the man who thinks that he is of use to God. As Christians we are not out for our own cause at all, we are out for the cause of God, which can never be our cause. We do not know what God is after, but we have to maintain our relationship with Him whatever happens.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;" Then He took the twelve aside and said to them... but they understood none of these things; this saying was hidden from them, and they did not know the things which were spoken." Luke 18:31-34&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is it You see in me&lt;br/&gt;That makes You believe&lt;br/&gt;No matter how far I stray&lt;br/&gt;I will still find the way&lt;br/&gt;Just when I think I'm not strong enough&lt;br/&gt;You reach out to me and You lift me up&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Time and time again&lt;br/&gt;When I think I've reached the end&lt;br/&gt;It's Your voice I hear&lt;br/&gt;That draws me near&lt;br/&gt;I don't know what makes You stay&lt;br/&gt;When I act this way&lt;br/&gt;No matter what we've been through&lt;br/&gt;I can turn to You&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just when I think I'm not strong enough&lt;br/&gt;You reach out to me and You lift me up&lt;br/&gt;You find the beauty in my imperfections&lt;br/&gt;The guiding light in all my misdirection&lt;br/&gt;And when I think You've finally given up&lt;br/&gt;You fill my heart with unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One thing You have asked me to look after, the relationship we have, I will not forget.&lt;br/&gt;And I thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115341686171667706?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115341686171667706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115341686171667706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115341686171667706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115341686171667706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-never-insisted-on-having-authority_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115315408801452799</id><published>2006-07-17T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T02:23:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Happy are those who know what sorrow means, for they will be given courage and comfort."&lt;/i&gt; -J. B. Phillips&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. The word "mourn" has more then just a reference to sorrowing over a loved one; it includes all those experiences in life where we may feel crushed, broken or sorrowful. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You ask," Has the Lord allowed me to go through deep waters?" "Why should people who are caught up in the throes of distressing and sorrowful experiences be happy? But indeed the joy of the Lord is our strength. Yes, the joy of the Lord is our strength. David knew who his God is and proclaimed,” Who is this uncircumcised Philistine, that he should defy the armies of the living God?" He came with the revelation of who God is, and there he ran towards Goliath from Gath, which speaks of oppression, and with a slingshot he felled the giant. If we want to get ahead in life, we need to fight some giants. God doesn't leave us alone to fight, He gave us His Word, the sword of the Spirit; just as David went against Goliath, he has the Word. He has to use the sword to cut Goliath head. God sent out His word to prepare us, to equip us. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When we are willing to experience sorrow and grief, then God is able to use these encounters to sensitise our spirits. Strength does not come from mountain peaking experiences but from every valley experience. I am, indeed, greatly fear this truth. I realised that they make me more concerned about myself than about others. However Scripture tells us that God permits pressure for a purpose, and that sorrow and grief will produce tremendous benefits in our lives. But provided we let them! They are worth much, much more than they cost. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Asaph says in the Psalms 81, with honey from the rock I would have satisfied you. We all know honey doesn't come from rock. For indeed out of the hardest place of our lives, that is where honey flows out. The joy comes from resisting come what may. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He is the rock of salvation, the stone of deliverance. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115315408801452799?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115315408801452799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115315408801452799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115315408801452799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115315408801452799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/07/purpose-of-sorrow.html' title='Purpose of Sorrow'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115315112531649998</id><published>2006-07-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:48:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Father, how tragic that, down the centuries, so many have got Your truth the wrong way round - they have tried to follow Your principles before first knowing You in Person. Help me never to go wrong here - ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115315112531649998?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115315112531649998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115315112531649998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115315112531649998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115315112531649998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/07/father-how-tragic-that-down-centuries.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31011352.post-115306424423386231</id><published>2006-07-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:51:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Experience Must Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And he saw him no more."-2 Kings 2:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be an &lt;strong&gt;Elijah&lt;/strong&gt; in our lives. It is not wrong to depend upon Elijah &lt;strong&gt;as long as&lt;/strong&gt; God gives him to you, but remember &lt;strong&gt;the time will come&lt;/strong&gt; when he will have to go; when he stands no more to you as your guide and leader, because God does not intend he should.&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I cannot go on without Elijah." God says you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 14 speaks of &lt;strong&gt;Jordan&lt;/strong&gt;, which is the type of separation where there is no fellowship with anyone else, and where no one can take the responsibility for you. You have to put to the test now what you learned when you were with your Elijah. You have been to Jordan over and over again with Elijah, but now you are up against it alone. It is no use saying you cannot go; this experience has come, and you must go. If you want to know whether God is the God you have faith to believe Him to be, then go through your Jordan alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 15 speaks of &lt;strong&gt;Jericho&lt;/strong&gt;, which is the place where you have seen your Elijah do great things.&lt;br /&gt;When you come to your Jericho you have a strong disinclination to take the initiative and trust in God, you want someone else to take it for you. If you remain true to what you learned with Elijah, you will get the sign that God is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 23 speaks of &lt;strong&gt;Bethel&lt;/strong&gt; where you will find yourself at your wits' end and at the beginning of God's wisdom. When you get to your wits' end and feel inclined to succumb to panic, don't; stand true to God and He will bring His truth out in a way that will make your life a sacrament.&lt;br /&gt;Put into practice what you learned with your Elijah, use his cloak and pray. Determine to trust in God and do not look for Elijah any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31011352-115306424423386231?l=crimson-stains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/feeds/115306424423386231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31011352&amp;postID=115306424423386231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115306424423386231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31011352/posts/default/115306424423386231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-stains.blogspot.com/2006/07/experience-must-come.html' title='The Experience Must Come'/><author><name>Ma Zheng Xuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14558697108824086391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
