Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Are you confirmed?
A simple shout - I'm confirmed, you'd be surprise on the comments I got...
Confirmation, is a good news to share. People rejoice over it because of the goodbyes to uncertainty and welcome the good gift of identity, which assures being a part of the family and to enjoy the privilege of becoming one. Well, at least that's how I feel when I got the letter in hand :)
While most people cherish the joy of being confirmed in their job and in marriage...how many out there cherish the confirmation of a place in paradise? It's not deemed to be an In-Thing nowadays to welcome the good gift of salvation, that is freely given to us. Because there's no good thing that doesn't require us to pay? Because it's not important, needless to say that it's a priority? Or because people are too ignorant to know that we are in need of One?
The joy of being confirmed as His heir, a far greater identity than any could hope for, a far bigger gift than any could ever imagine...it's yours for free, if you know and reach out your hand to receive.
I'm confirmed. Are you?
Confirmation, is a good news to share. People rejoice over it because of the goodbyes to uncertainty and welcome the good gift of identity, which assures being a part of the family and to enjoy the privilege of becoming one. Well, at least that's how I feel when I got the letter in hand :)
While most people cherish the joy of being confirmed in their job and in marriage...how many out there cherish the confirmation of a place in paradise? It's not deemed to be an In-Thing nowadays to welcome the good gift of salvation, that is freely given to us. Because there's no good thing that doesn't require us to pay? Because it's not important, needless to say that it's a priority? Or because people are too ignorant to know that we are in need of One?
The joy of being confirmed as His heir, a far greater identity than any could hope for, a far bigger gift than any could ever imagine...it's yours for free, if you know and reach out your hand to receive.
I'm confirmed. Are you?
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Veni. Vidi. Vici.
I come, I see, I conquer. Those were the exact words of Napoleon...
Months ago when I was seriously considering to take the step of faith for this trip, it really gave me goosebumps thinking about it. It still does.
Having to go through the journey to the summit via Mesilau trail, it was really a time of testing my patience. Why Mesilau? Well according to CS, Mesilau is for Heroes and Timpohon are for Sissys...and I got up that trail, as a hero. Sweet. The 10 hour climb up 8.5km was long and painful, especially at the beginning i already have difficulty breathing and it was really painful literally. All through the journey I have this walking stick with me, which reminds me of 'Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me'. Indeed, times where I really couldnt go on anymore, I recited Psalms 23 to keep me going.
And finally, up to Laban Rata, just in time for dinner before it closes. That night was a cold and stressful night as everyone is trying hard to sleep in for the 2am climb to the summit. I made it up despite having the guide advising me not to. I felt ok that morning but once I started a 10min climb, I felt that I started to regret. But I wanted to keep going so much. Weather was exceptionally good that day and I knew, I could make it further. Steps after steps gets harder especially passed 7.5km...where breathing really gets tougher for me.
Looking at Low's peak, I eventually made a stop at 8.4km, a mere 300m away from the peak. Watching most of them striving hard towards the peak, I stood, sat, lied down and took my rest to regain breath and energy that I much needed. The sky's already fully bright now though it was only a quarter past 6am. It was truly splendid up there, with the breathtaking views and scenic shots I managed to capture. I'm above the clouds! And once again, I'm marveled at His creation. So beautiful!
The journey downhill after breakfast from Laban Rata was...unexpected. It rained through the 5 hours and I was cold, feet soaked wet, hungry and alone. Worse still, I only had my bottle with me without any energy bar, and I was so hungry and strengthless. All I could do was keep going, faster and faster, to get something to eat when I got down to the Kinabalu park. To come to think of it, it was quite scary to have climbed down all by myself. But I was shown mercy, and experienced grace like never before.
Mt Kinabalu, 21-22 Aug 2010. My first encounter in the west tip of Borneo. I will be back.
Months ago when I was seriously considering to take the step of faith for this trip, it really gave me goosebumps thinking about it. It still does.
Having to go through the journey to the summit via Mesilau trail, it was really a time of testing my patience. Why Mesilau? Well according to CS, Mesilau is for Heroes and Timpohon are for Sissys...and I got up that trail, as a hero. Sweet. The 10 hour climb up 8.5km was long and painful, especially at the beginning i already have difficulty breathing and it was really painful literally. All through the journey I have this walking stick with me, which reminds me of 'Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me'. Indeed, times where I really couldnt go on anymore, I recited Psalms 23 to keep me going.
And finally, up to Laban Rata, just in time for dinner before it closes. That night was a cold and stressful night as everyone is trying hard to sleep in for the 2am climb to the summit. I made it up despite having the guide advising me not to. I felt ok that morning but once I started a 10min climb, I felt that I started to regret. But I wanted to keep going so much. Weather was exceptionally good that day and I knew, I could make it further. Steps after steps gets harder especially passed 7.5km...where breathing really gets tougher for me.
Looking at Low's peak, I eventually made a stop at 8.4km, a mere 300m away from the peak. Watching most of them striving hard towards the peak, I stood, sat, lied down and took my rest to regain breath and energy that I much needed. The sky's already fully bright now though it was only a quarter past 6am. It was truly splendid up there, with the breathtaking views and scenic shots I managed to capture. I'm above the clouds! And once again, I'm marveled at His creation. So beautiful!
The journey downhill after breakfast from Laban Rata was...unexpected. It rained through the 5 hours and I was cold, feet soaked wet, hungry and alone. Worse still, I only had my bottle with me without any energy bar, and I was so hungry and strengthless. All I could do was keep going, faster and faster, to get something to eat when I got down to the Kinabalu park. To come to think of it, it was quite scary to have climbed down all by myself. But I was shown mercy, and experienced grace like never before.
Mt Kinabalu, 21-22 Aug 2010. My first encounter in the west tip of Borneo. I will be back.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Still a child
Back to childhood
When time is longer
When mummy is younger
When doubts are greater
When dreams are further
When ideas are crazier
When roads are cleaner
When people are nicer
When friends are closer
When lifestyle is healthier
When hope is higher
When laughter is easier
When faith is simpler
Longing to go back in time
Where I will never be allowed to
Times when I can cry out loud for the simplest things
Not knowing that I can have the inability to do so one day
Yet when the world around is like a whirlwind
I am still welcomed
By the familiar Arms, wide opened
When time is longer
When mummy is younger
When doubts are greater
When dreams are further
When ideas are crazier
When roads are cleaner
When people are nicer
When friends are closer
When lifestyle is healthier
When hope is higher
When laughter is easier
When faith is simpler
Longing to go back in time
Where I will never be allowed to
Times when I can cry out loud for the simplest things
Not knowing that I can have the inability to do so one day
Yet when the world around is like a whirlwind
I am still welcomed
By the familiar Arms, wide opened
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