见证篇
以前的我，脾气很暴躁，很容易就对身边的朋友发脾气。在家里，我的脾气更加坏。还记得以前我在言行上很会得罪人，也得罪神，就比如说粗口。其实我心里知道，那样是很不礼貌，也很不好看。试想想，一个女生骂粗口，那是多么难看的。但是，就觉得有些情况下，一定要骂个一两句才会爽。虽然我的家庭是基督化家庭，但是我的生命中却没有神。虽然有参与教会的事奉，但是却只是为了事奉而事奉，心态完全偏离了轨道。灵修祷告，也不是我生活中的一部分。每天，我都在犯罪。我的生命根本就没有一点见证可言。
在SMCGC,我真正看到神的家。我看到一个温暖的家庭，也正是这样的 一个家让我改变。我第一次来到SMCGC时，那种感觉是很不一样的。我觉得那里有神满满的爱。在那里，我开始真正存着一颗受教的心，来聆听神的话语。神的话渐渐在我心中扎根。我真的感谢神，因为神藉着教会的朋友改变我。当我真正存着敬虔的心来到上帝面前时，我的心就开始接受神。每天，我也开始尝试过着灵修祷告的生活。虽然刚开始时并没有每天与神亲近，但是那种亲近神的感觉让我渴慕。因为只有在亲近主时，我才能在他灵里得安慰与安息。以前觉得很枯燥，很闷的圣经，我甚至开始每天研读。我觉得圣经里的每一句话真的都可以帮助我过我每一天的生活。现在的我，已经不说粗口了。因为，当我情绪激动时，上帝的话就开始浮现在我心里，帮助我不轻易发怒，也不说污秽的言语。我可以肯定，上帝的话不是难守的，只要我们愿意，就一定可以做到。我相信，每个弟兄姐妹，只要你们愿意，上帝的话会在你们心里扎根，也不会觉得那是难守的了。
愿神赐福那些愿意遵行他话语的人！
~媚媚~
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
青佑的见证
青佑的见证
说到那天9月29日我，本樟，依霖，林慧，媚媚，阿良两辆车（我和本樟的车）一起下去诗巫！我的车走前面，他跟后面！我不时不时注意后边，看看他到底跟上没有！
忽然间我看望后镜！怎么本樟的车不见了？以为只是开得比较慢，就停下来等！等了很久，还没有出现。就担心说发生了什么事情，就开回去找他们。果然本樟的车半路坏掉！水缸破裂，散热的风扇停止转动。我们到的时候，有一个好心的叔叔在那边帮忙看看，查查！还去附近的休息小站拿了一桶水来看看用不用的上。
经过一番的测试，觉得是没有救了！不能在继续前进了，不得不开回美里！但是我们位于距离美里60公里的地方，周围都是树林，电话都没有讯号。怎么办呢？
当时的我，忽然心理就想到要祷告！为着他的车来祷告！为了所有祷告！我就叫大家一起祷告也邀请那位好心叔叔一起祷告！祷告完，虽然车并没有因为我们的祷告而恢复正常！但是我们却心里的到安宁！而奇妙的恩典就彰显在后面。
我们在想怎么联络到拉车的，我们都没有电话，想说找勇仁，因为上次他也是遇到这样的情况。好心的叔叔就说他帮我们联络拉车的！叫我们去前面有一间屋子那边休息。啊？这里附近有休息站？就在离我们不到１公里的地方！就有一个休息小站！
那个小站就很简单，算是一个杂货店！在那边哦，竟然买到巴杀找不到ＲＭ１．５０的１００ｐｌｕｓ！有没有错哦？在这样偏僻的地方竟然才卖Ｒｍ１．５０！感谢主！我们买了解解渴。有休息站，那么电话能一定有讯号咯！拿出来一看！果然！大家就跟自己的家人报告一切！说会比较慢到阿！旁边还有厕所！外面有遮阳光的地方！我们就坐那边等！休息！
虽然说祷告并没有让车子好起来，但是后面的恩典我却是亲身体验到。所以你说上帝有没有听祷告？上帝确实听我们的祷告！
好心的叔叔帮我们打电话给拉车的就跟我们说差不多这个时间就回去车那边等拉车的！感谢主啊！我们虽然有多等了一下！但是车子还是顺利的被拉回去。虽然浪费了两个钟头的时间在那边等！但是我觉得都是值得的！
希望大家在遇到任何情况的时候都能够第一时间想到上帝！
要记得他永远是一个听祷告的上帝！
龙儿鱼
说到那天9月29日我，本樟，依霖，林慧，媚媚，阿良两辆车（我和本樟的车）一起下去诗巫！我的车走前面，他跟后面！我不时不时注意后边，看看他到底跟上没有！
忽然间我看望后镜！怎么本樟的车不见了？以为只是开得比较慢，就停下来等！等了很久，还没有出现。就担心说发生了什么事情，就开回去找他们。果然本樟的车半路坏掉！水缸破裂，散热的风扇停止转动。我们到的时候，有一个好心的叔叔在那边帮忙看看，查查！还去附近的休息小站拿了一桶水来看看用不用的上。
经过一番的测试，觉得是没有救了！不能在继续前进了，不得不开回美里！但是我们位于距离美里60公里的地方，周围都是树林，电话都没有讯号。怎么办呢？
当时的我，忽然心理就想到要祷告！为着他的车来祷告！为了所有祷告！我就叫大家一起祷告也邀请那位好心叔叔一起祷告！祷告完，虽然车并没有因为我们的祷告而恢复正常！但是我们却心里的到安宁！而奇妙的恩典就彰显在后面。
我们在想怎么联络到拉车的，我们都没有电话，想说找勇仁，因为上次他也是遇到这样的情况。好心的叔叔就说他帮我们联络拉车的！叫我们去前面有一间屋子那边休息。啊？这里附近有休息站？就在离我们不到１公里的地方！就有一个休息小站！
那个小站就很简单，算是一个杂货店！在那边哦，竟然买到巴杀找不到ＲＭ１．５０的１００ｐｌｕｓ！有没有错哦？在这样偏僻的地方竟然才卖Ｒｍ１．５０！感谢主！我们买了解解渴。有休息站，那么电话能一定有讯号咯！拿出来一看！果然！大家就跟自己的家人报告一切！说会比较慢到阿！旁边还有厕所！外面有遮阳光的地方！我们就坐那边等！休息！
虽然说祷告并没有让车子好起来，但是后面的恩典我却是亲身体验到。所以你说上帝有没有听祷告？上帝确实听我们的祷告！
好心的叔叔帮我们打电话给拉车的就跟我们说差不多这个时间就回去车那边等拉车的！感谢主啊！我们虽然有多等了一下！但是车子还是顺利的被拉回去。虽然浪费了两个钟头的时间在那边等！但是我觉得都是值得的！
希望大家在遇到任何情况的时候都能够第一时间想到上帝！
要记得他永远是一个听祷告的上帝！
龙儿鱼
生命的曙光 by Ryan
生命的曙光
如果，在下一秒，当我闭上眼再张开时，若我已身在这一片新天地时，我要认罪、感恩、欢喜、忧伤、后悔。。。。。
认罪是因为我在世所欠福音的债，如今我还欠着，还未偿还。
感恩是因为当神问我，在我的人生中最大的得着是什么？我会知道如何回答。
欢喜是因为我得着进天堂的这本护照。
忧伤是因为我没来得及把得救的救恩传给父亲、姐姐、侄儿。
后悔是因为我还未让父母享福，特别是母亲。。。。
在我人生中最大的得着便是在美里的这3年，也是让我看到我生命曙光的开始。记得2005年第二学期进入Curtin，神很眷顾我，神透过几位弟兄姐妹们的带领，让我能来到令我在我的信仰上有非凡的认识，深深的扎根，那就是卫理公会禧纳丁校园福音中心（简称SMCGC）。就因为有这个福音中心让我的生命不留白。
刚在这里崇拜和团契免不了会有一点不自在和不习惯，原因有很多，但是现在已忘记到7788，只记得2233而已。其中一个原因是出席的人数，令我意想不到的“多”，最不喜欢的节目便是查经会和小组，因为被点到回答问题的机率是100%，而我不会回答的机率也是100%，如果是问我白痴的问题或废话，我100%会回答。很感谢当时的几位弟兄姐妹们，常常“准时”到我家载我出席每次的聚会和崇拜，要不让我不知道我有没有这个机会来写这篇见证。当时的牧师是superman，当然他不是真超人，如果你们有看过IQ博士的漫画，你们便会知道为何我叫牧师“superman”。
渐渐的我喜欢上了查经会和小组，有了对圣经知识的渴望和热诚，不明白的地方，便会自然而然的发问，慢慢的学习，而且还参与了一个装备的课程-《门徒》。12位的门徒加上2位的牧者及传道一起组成一个不一样的学习、分享及彼此代祷的小组，更让我拉近了和弟兄姐妹们的距离，也让我对神的话有更深的了解、有更大的信心。培养每天都有灵修祷告的生活，人活着不是单靠你有多少钱能买多么丰富的食物吃，而是要靠上帝口里所说的每一句话，而上帝便是透过读经和祷告来对我说话。
教会的事奉也是让我更能融入教会的其中一个因素。透过教会的事奉能发现神给予自己的恩赐。最重要的是学习放下自己，不是为其他人，而是单单为服事神而活。
现在回头看，这个教会真的很不一样，因为神透过你和我来复兴了这个教会，属出席的人数最为明显，福音中心拆了又拆，当然不是因为要拆掉，而是人数的增长所以要把福音中心扩大。以前要穿几件外套才能“耐”抵御教会的“天气”，但是，现在叫你穿袜穿鞋去教会，都要“三思”，怕鞋里发生汗灾。这是一件好事，是在神眼里看为美好的一件的事。
希望SMCGC的每位弟兄姐妹们都能彼此的关心、彼此的配搭、彼此的帮助、彼此的学习、彼此有美好的沟通、彼此的包容、彼此的谅解，记得！一个人是不能完成天路的旅程，教会的复兴是靠你和我以及给予我们有生命的全能创造主。愿你们平安，阿们。
Ryan
如果，在下一秒，当我闭上眼再张开时，若我已身在这一片新天地时，我要认罪、感恩、欢喜、忧伤、后悔。。。。。
认罪是因为我在世所欠福音的债，如今我还欠着，还未偿还。
感恩是因为当神问我，在我的人生中最大的得着是什么？我会知道如何回答。
欢喜是因为我得着进天堂的这本护照。
忧伤是因为我没来得及把得救的救恩传给父亲、姐姐、侄儿。
后悔是因为我还未让父母享福，特别是母亲。。。。
在我人生中最大的得着便是在美里的这3年，也是让我看到我生命曙光的开始。记得2005年第二学期进入Curtin，神很眷顾我，神透过几位弟兄姐妹们的带领，让我能来到令我在我的信仰上有非凡的认识，深深的扎根，那就是卫理公会禧纳丁校园福音中心（简称SMCGC）。就因为有这个福音中心让我的生命不留白。
刚在这里崇拜和团契免不了会有一点不自在和不习惯，原因有很多，但是现在已忘记到7788，只记得2233而已。其中一个原因是出席的人数，令我意想不到的“多”，最不喜欢的节目便是查经会和小组，因为被点到回答问题的机率是100%，而我不会回答的机率也是100%，如果是问我白痴的问题或废话，我100%会回答。很感谢当时的几位弟兄姐妹们，常常“准时”到我家载我出席每次的聚会和崇拜，要不让我不知道我有没有这个机会来写这篇见证。当时的牧师是superman，当然他不是真超人，如果你们有看过IQ博士的漫画，你们便会知道为何我叫牧师“superman”。
渐渐的我喜欢上了查经会和小组，有了对圣经知识的渴望和热诚，不明白的地方，便会自然而然的发问，慢慢的学习，而且还参与了一个装备的课程-《门徒》。12位的门徒加上2位的牧者及传道一起组成一个不一样的学习、分享及彼此代祷的小组，更让我拉近了和弟兄姐妹们的距离，也让我对神的话有更深的了解、有更大的信心。培养每天都有灵修祷告的生活，人活着不是单靠你有多少钱能买多么丰富的食物吃，而是要靠上帝口里所说的每一句话，而上帝便是透过读经和祷告来对我说话。
教会的事奉也是让我更能融入教会的其中一个因素。透过教会的事奉能发现神给予自己的恩赐。最重要的是学习放下自己，不是为其他人，而是单单为服事神而活。
现在回头看，这个教会真的很不一样，因为神透过你和我来复兴了这个教会，属出席的人数最为明显，福音中心拆了又拆，当然不是因为要拆掉，而是人数的增长所以要把福音中心扩大。以前要穿几件外套才能“耐”抵御教会的“天气”，但是，现在叫你穿袜穿鞋去教会，都要“三思”，怕鞋里发生汗灾。这是一件好事，是在神眼里看为美好的一件的事。
希望SMCGC的每位弟兄姐妹们都能彼此的关心、彼此的配搭、彼此的帮助、彼此的学习、彼此有美好的沟通、彼此的包容、彼此的谅解，记得！一个人是不能完成天路的旅程，教会的复兴是靠你和我以及给予我们有生命的全能创造主。愿你们平安，阿们。
Ryan
Monday, November 10, 2008
What Heaven was like?
A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was 'What Heaven was like. ' I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also my 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was 'What Heaven was like. ' I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also my 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?
Monday, November 3, 2008
SMCGC Newsletter 7 - 03112008
Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
Peace be with all of you. I know all of you are now busy cracking your head, getting all the facts, figures, equations into ur head. I dont mean to take up much of your time here. Just wana drop by and wish you all the best in your exams ahead. Don't forget to seek God in any circumstances, for He's a loving and gracious God. Prep all you can for now, then leave it all to God. Don't stress yourself up, ok?
Some announcements to make. There will be no chinese fellowship this coming Friday. Instead, there will be a combined fellowship on Saturday, 730PM. What's happening is that Uncle Paul Wong from GMC will be share on the topic of "Global Financial Crisis - A Christian's Perspective". I believe it'll be something really fruitful for all us. I hope to see all of you there!!
Main committee members will be having their 4th meeting this coming Sunday, 100PM. Please keep this in your prayers. Pray for wisdoms on all these committee members that they'll do God's work wisely and justly.
That's all from me this time. Do check up on the blog for updates and I'll try to uplaod the photos from SoonHup camp asap!! =) Take care and God bless!!
Regards,
Jeremy Yong
Peace be with all of you. I know all of you are now busy cracking your head, getting all the facts, figures, equations into ur head. I dont mean to take up much of your time here. Just wana drop by and wish you all the best in your exams ahead. Don't forget to seek God in any circumstances, for He's a loving and gracious God. Prep all you can for now, then leave it all to God. Don't stress yourself up, ok?
Some announcements to make. There will be no chinese fellowship this coming Friday. Instead, there will be a combined fellowship on Saturday, 730PM. What's happening is that Uncle Paul Wong from GMC will be share on the topic of "Global Financial Crisis - A Christian's Perspective". I believe it'll be something really fruitful for all us. I hope to see all of you there!!
Main committee members will be having their 4th meeting this coming Sunday, 100PM. Please keep this in your prayers. Pray for wisdoms on all these committee members that they'll do God's work wisely and justly.
That's all from me this time. Do check up on the blog for updates and I'll try to uplaod the photos from SoonHup camp asap!! =) Take care and God bless!!
Regards,
Jeremy Yong
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