I had a sore throat popping up today and was a little bothered by it.. But someone told me to be thankful that it's just a sore throat and not some other weird ailment that's bugging around everyday. Yup! It's just a sore throat and it can be treated with more water and vitamins.
To YOU: Thank you.. And be strong.. keeping you in prayers..
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It's so odd that I'm in a super super duper good mood these few days.. hahahahaz.. I'm simply smiling every where I go..
Happiness is know the savior..
Living a life within his favor
Having a change in my behavior
Happiness is the Lord!!
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Seems there's an on-off switch that controls the temperature of my hands and feet. Suddenly there are so cold when it was sunny for the whole morning.. Seriously, there's something wrong with my body..
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I just went to watch this. I'd say I was pretty touched and eyes were wet at some point of the musical. At the end of the whole thing. A song (not from the musical) popped up in my head.
“I wonder, have I done my best for Jesus?
Who died upon the cruel tree?
To think of His great sacrifice at Calvary!
I know the Lord expects the best from me.
Refrain:
“How many are the lost that I have lifted?
How many are the chains I’ve set free?
I wonder, have I done my best for Jesus,
When He has done so much for me?”
“I wonder have I cared enough for others,
Or have I let them die alone?
I might have helped a wanderer to my Savior,
The seed of precious life I might have sown.
“No longer will I stay in the valley—
I’ll climb to mountain heights above;
The world is dying now for want of someone
Who will tell them of the Savior’s matchless love.
—E. Edwin Young
The story of Jim and Elisabeth Elliot has become the narrative and inspiration for hundreds after them to commit their lives to the mission field. The deaths of Jim Elliot, Nate Saint, Peter Fleming, Ed McCully and Roger Youderian were reportedly portrayed in the media as a tragedy, including Time and Life magazines, but the reports could make no sense of the risk-taking and sacrifice that was clearly not borne out of daredevil adventurism or voyeurism.
Their commitment to their calling eluded all reasoning of the popular media. The heroic culture of our time is that of the poor boy who becomes rich rather than one so rich who chooses to become poor. Jim Elliot and the other four missionaries who gave up their lives in reaching the Auca Indians with the gospel mirrors Christ who from Heaven’s riches came to earth willingly to die a lowly and painful death so that we may be reconciled with God.
The missionaries carried guns primarily for protection against wild animals but were careful to keep them out of sight. They had agreed with each other before God that they would not use it in a human attack, even if it meant facing certain death, for this was the way Christ won the world with God’s message of salvation. The armies of heaven were at ready to rescue Him from the cross at His command, but that would have defeated God’s purpose.
It was the realisation by the Auca people that the missionaries were capable of defending themselves but had chosen not to that perplexed and haunted them for a long time.
When the Aucas kill, they use the strategy of superior force in numbers to overwhelm their prey. Six Aucas with spears were no match for five foreigners armed with guns, and so Gikita the Auca leader, decided that the element of surprise was necessary. On that early Sunday afternoon, the six attackers came out of the jungle to greet the missionaries in a friendly manner as they had in previous
contacts. Gikita sent three women ahead to the far side of the river to distract and separate the missionaries as a strategy for the attack. Jim and Peter waded into the river to greet the women. Nampa, a young Auca warrior, ran towards them and speared Jim first. Gikita then rushed at Nate, spearing him, and then turned on Ed who had gone to Nate’s aid. Roger, who ran to the plane parked on the river sand bank to radio their situation, was speared in the back.
During the attack, Peter who was wading out with Jim to greet the women, had rushed to the far side of the river and called out in what little Auca he knew, saying “We just came to meet you and not to hurt anyone. Why are you attacking us”? If he had fled into the jungle, he would have lived. Instead, he waited and was speared by one of the young Aucas called Kimo. In Auca custom, the bodies of the five missionaries were thrown into the river. Four of the bodies were recovered from the river by a search and rescue party sent out the next day, but Ed McCully’s body had been washed away.
After the killings, the Auca Indians saw what they later described as angels singing above the trees. Instinctively, they knew the bright lights they saw moving around, shining like a sky full of beetles similar to fireflies but brighter and unblinking, were something supernatural. This experience was what drew one of women present at the attack to believe in God. They were able to later identify the music from a record player to be choral singing.
The missionary widows, not to be distracted by the public outpouring of sympathy or their personal loss, had boldly ventured into the Ecuadorian jungle again in late 1958 with their young children, establishing a mission among the Auca people and eventually winning the entire tribe for Christ. Gikita, now a forgiven believer, has seen his children and grand-children grow up without the constant fear of spearing, and dreams only of going to heaven and living peacefully with the five men who came to tell
him about his creator God.
The five missionaries left behind nine children and one unborn. They never got to watch their children grow up and enjoy their grandchildren. They willingly faced death for the sake of obeying God’s calling to bring the gospel to the Auca people, a tribe known for their violence toward outsiders. Since the first missionary to enter Auca territory, a Jesuit priest, was murdered in 1667, a long history of death
by spearing had greeted oil company employees, rubber hunters and the early Spanish conquistadors who had ventured there.
Upon graduating from Wheaton College and declaring his plans to bring the gospel to the Auca Indians, Jim Elliot was once asked if he was foolhardy in embarking on such an undertaking; he replied: “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose”.
Bibliography
Hartzell, Char M., The Triumph of Martyrdom. Wheaton Alumni, Spring 1996
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I'm using this web browser now.. It's simply nice and has many features!
1) Able to blog without logging into blogger
2) Able to upload photos to Flickr
3) With a simple add-on, you can post to your Twitter account
4) Has a feed reader
Though it's still in a developmental phase, but as of now it's jam-packed with features. It works on both Windows and Mac.
For those who use Firefox, Flock runs on the Firefox engine so a switch to Flock is just a breeze, plus it imports all your Firefox bookmarks during the initial set up phase.
Believe me, you will grow to like it.. and it's FREE!!!
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Been thinking about this question.. Do leave your comments. Thanks.
oh.. for the record.. I'm now officially the world's local bank's account holder.. Haz.. So cool right? Mommy says it's gng to be used for all my future 'burdens' like marriage, car, house, children and all the rest of the package.. bah..
This is so utterly unbelievable... I'm planning my timetable for the coming semester and oddly.. On odd weeks, I'm pratically having a 2 day week... =P that is if tutorial balloting don't screw up... Hmmm.. A 2/3 day week.. simply crazy...
Tummy's aching like dunno what.. Must be something I ate.. It's building up to a full blown diarrhoea.. Bah.. Hate it when the tummy's acting up like this.. But somehow, I just don't bother to find out what food caused it, I'll still be the greedy, yao gui me.. =P
I have to strive for what is mine... But if it's not mine, why should I strive for it then?
My piano exam was a breeze. Though I won't have much confidence that I'd pass but I know that I won't get a lousy grade. The examiner was a young man and he seems very proficient in singing according to his profile. Hope I did not cause his ears to itch during the sight-singing portion of the exam.
went for my pri sch gathering last night.. and my gosh.. It has been 11 whole years since we were small little boys and girls in Rosyth Primary 6B1.. It's just unimaginable how we have grown over the years and some of us weren't recognisable at all... We have really changed a lot and I say I really cherish each and every friend I've made in primary school..
some late photos..
Recce on Sungei Buloh..
11:16:56 PM joyhugz@hotmail.com: ******* say she cant stand ur song
11:17:02 PM joyhugz@hotmail.com: cos the quality is really bad
11:17:12 PM joyhugz@hotmail.com: can u pls change it? do corrinne may some justice~ =P
in the process of changing blog skin.. Think white on black is kinda strain on the eyes, but the color contrast just looks nice. Oh well, eyes more important.
I really wonder what happen this evening.. After watching Transformers at The Cathay, I was scratching all over.. My whole body was itching like mad, but I had to control myself, couldn't scratch too open in public. But hell, the itch was super unbearable, almost got mad with it.
