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| “People who are tagged should write a blogpost of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.” I got tagged by Blogpastor so I'm going to do as instructed. I'm a good boy rite, does that count as my first weird thing? Haha.... Anyhow, here's 6 weird things about me: 1. I'm probably one of the rare Singaporeans who doesn't eat both chilli AND durian. (Although I love curry, provided its not too spicy!.....err.....non-spicy curry....go figure! This is a post about being weird, right?) 2. I get a kick out of touching/feeling the corners of my pillows when I go to bed.....its a habit(don't know bad or good) that I've developed since I was a baby. Not trying to kick it. 3. I can make very corny remarks, laugh about it and realise that others don't find it all that funny, and still laugh about it thereafter because I'm so tickled by it. AND I don't really care if people find it funny or not. 4. I like the sensation of having your ears dug. I find it therapeutic. I used to bug my mum to do it for me but now, I have to rely on the chinese barber to dig out my flaky ear wax. (I can almost see people thinking "gross!" in their minds.....BUT HEY, I should remind you that this is a post about being WEIRD! Duh!) 5. I like the sensation of squeezing a pimple that explodes, or squeezing the pus out of a boil....yah i know, I'm grossed out by this one too but hey, I can't deny I enjoy the sensation!  6. I like to peel dead/dry skin off.....I get such a kick out of it.....don't know why....my aim is to get as huge a piece of dried skin off without breaking or tearing it. There's my 6 gross thingies.....struggled very hard to find 6 things because I'm really not that weird....YAH RITE! Oh wait....I got one more.... 7. I like to dig my nose and then pull out the nose dung and roll it into a ball and flick it into space.....HAHA....so all those around me....if you see me digging my nose then twitching my fingers, BE WARNED! HAHA.....now you know why I've got bigger nostrils than most! Haha.... OK, I won't tag anyone cos most people I wanna tag have already been tagged by Blogpastor himself!  I think we have enough weirdness from those people he tag liao.... | | |
| Thought I'd share a testimony I sent in to Snr Pastor in my church....first time I ever submitted a testimony but I didn't think I could get away without giving God the glory! Praise the Lord! ______________________________________ Hi Pastor, I am writing to testify of God's goodness in my life, specifically in the area of tithing and faith. I left my previous church some years back and have been visiting churches for the past few years. It was only last year when I was invited to visit COOS by 2 friends whom God connected me via a strangest medium - blogging. After worshipping at COOS for a few weeks, I knew that this church was where God wanted me to stay and serve in. I finally decided that I will stay in COOS, thereby ending almost a three year long search for a church. In the past 2 years when I was searching for a church, I did not tithe to God on a regular basis because I had no home church to tithe to. I did give accordingly when I saw needs in areas of Christian work, but it was never a measured intention as a tithe to God. In January 2007, God convicted me and I started to tithe again. As most would know, April is the month where some companies do their annual increment exercise. In my tithe for April, I felt challenged by God to tithe according to my faith, and that I responded to the challenge that God placed in my heart.
Last week, I received my increment letter from my boss. The company's recommended increment was 4% thereabouts. When I opened the enveloped containing my increment letter, I was delighted that my increment came up to a percentage of more than DOUBLE what the company's recommended was, and way ABOVE what my faith could offer to God in my tithe to Him.
I feel truly loved by God, and blessed by what He has blessed me with financially. But more than that, God has taught me that even with my faith, I should not limit what God can do for me and with me, because He is God and He is "able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think..." To God Be The Glory! | | |
| I know this entry comes abit late but I finally managed to get my hands on the copy of the Good Friday Prayer Vigil Guidebook which my church prepared for the prayer services.....I didn't attend the service but there was a prose written in there that was read out to us by the pastor teaching the membership class I attended last Sunday (yes! I finally made the step to transfer my membership to COOS!) which I felt was extremely poignant and well-written. So, here I am...transferring the passage for your reading & reflection.... DEATH BY CRUXIFICTION Try to imagine yourself at Golgotha Hill on Good Friday. The cross is placed on the ground and you are thrown backward with your shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of your wrist. He drives a heavy, square wrought-iron nail through your wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moves to the other side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull your arms too tightly, allowing you some flex and movement. The cross is then lifted into place and fastened onto the upright set into the hill. Your left foot is pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended, toes down, a nail is driver through the arch of each, leaving your knees flexed. You are now crucified. As you slowly sag down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating, fiery pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in your brain. You push yourself upward to avoid this stretching torment. But now you feel the searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves of your feet. As the arms fatigue, cramps sweep through your muscles, knotting them in deep, relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to push yourself upward to breathe. Air can be drawn into the lungs but not exhaled. You fight to raise yourself in order to get even one small breath. What follows is hours of limitless pain: cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps; intermittent partial asphyxiation; searing pain as tissue is torn from your lacerated back as you move up and down against the rough timber. Then another agony begins: a deep, crushing pain within the chest as your heart cavity fills with serum and begins to compress the heart. It is now almost over: the loss of fluids has reached a critical level; the compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissues; the tortured lungs are making a frantic effort to gasp in small gulps of air. Finally, you feel the chill of death creeping through your tissues. You welcome its approach. As I read through this passage again, it evokes a certain kind of emotion in me that I am unable to explain. What does it evoke in you? | | |
| Sung this song at church yesterday - Easter Sunday. Couldn't help but remember the lyrics of the song and came back to search the lyrics online.... At the foot of the cross where grace and suffering meet
You have shown me your love through the judgement You received
And You've won my heart
Yes, You've won my heart
(Now I can) Trade these ashes in for beauty and wear forgiveness like a crown
Coming to kiss the feet of mercy, I lay every burden down
At the foot of the cross
At the foot of the cross where I am made complete
You have given me life through the death You bore for me
And You've won my heart
Yes, You've won my heart
(Now I can) Trade these ashes in for beauty and wear forgiveness like a crown
Coming to kiss the feet of mercy, I lay every burden down
At the foot of the cross
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| There is a redeemer, Jesus, God's own Son, Precious Lamb of God, Messiah, Holy One, Jesus my redeemer, Name above all names, Precious Lamb of God, Messiah, Oh, for sinners slain.
Thank You oh my Father, for giving us Your Son, And leaving Your Spirit, till the work on earth is done.
When I stand in Glory, I will see His face, And there I'll serve my King forever, In that Holy Place.
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