John 15 illustrates that we can enjoy many life-giving benefits as long as we understand that Jesus is the centre of our life. He is vine and we are the branches. Why do we need Him in our life and how can we benefit from this relationship? Living in Him and building our whole life in and around Him is critical, especially in the times we are living in now. We need God, our families, and our countries need God. So how do we make Jesus the centre of our life? I took a lesson from this unique bird. Read…
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I am nobody to you If ‘simple’ things are not shared between us What’s simple to you Is of value to me You speak for the sake of duty “Hello” and “Good morning” For the sake of courtesy But I am far more that just your nobody I’m a prized piece of jewel For in another place above your world I am treasured You just can’t see my worth yet
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Should I hide in the shadows because you Can’t bear to be in mine Or pluck out my feathers so that Your wings can fly Or maybe saw off my only horn So that you can feel magical Let me rather give you the time to see That the shadow you thought I cast was Just your sheltered place under my wings
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I wrote this post on 23 November 2021, but I never published it. Little did I realise that by 11 April 2022, this snow globe in the above picture, together with my fully furnished house will soon be washed away into the ocean. We were victims of a flood, and we could not save a single item. Holding onto earthly treasures is not worth the heartbreak. Written: 23 November 2021 My Story When I was little, there was civil unrest in my neighbourhood. My Mum and all the aunties were frantic. The plan: grab your stuff and flee! My Dad’s…
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Pages turn, and spines are bent To fold comfortably in the hand Bound together into chapters And seamed into place A book has a start and an end All in a total sense, from one mystery to the next But the pages of my heart hold an archive of scrolls Manuscripts far too fragile to be bent Years of chronicles and fables bound into stories Holding secret pains Parchments of a soft flesh-like kind Written in dribs and drabs Incomplete Pages fall loosely, splitting at the seams Chapters in scribbles in a cute mad-like disarray There seems to be no…
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I will wear it like a medal of honour I hear the hisses and snarling murmurs Who does she think she is? I hold it up high like a torch to a race See, see, ask what you will For I wear it like a medal of honour Oh, she is no good! She is not worthy! I disapprove! It is mine to keep, a bestowal if you wish History has spoken, who are you to judge? I place it on a mantel next to my other prized possessions Go and see it if you please For you will not…
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A glow, a warm glow, illuminates from within my being as You make Your presence known to me Like kinetic energy with the ability to generate light only seen by a certain human eye An eye, that when looked into, reflects the source of that which it sees The source, the One whose eyes are like flames of fire Zillions of tiny photons stream like crystal shimmers Gleaming and dancing under my skin Frequencies of a secret song only understood by a certain human ear An ear that has an ear to hear The heart beatings of…
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The Lesson of the Sparrow This beautiful feather-winged creature, with a voice bigger than itself, sings out every morning. The early bird sets off to catch his worm. Dodging raindrops, soaring like a military airplane through the battlefields, this tiny music box doesn’t seem to be bothered by any obstacles around him. Swift and agile, he moves and thinks as fast as his wings. Under the watchful eye of his newly found love, he so patiently weaves his low-hanging nest. He doesn’t stop singing. If you listen carefully, his chirps grow louder each time. Merrily, they synchronise their movements, gracefully…
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Oh, desolate one Way too beautiful to be overlooked Sing, I say… For many are your afflictions But with everlasting kindness, you, too, will be lifted again Oh, broken one For you are far too precious not to be loved For the Mighty one cometh this way And with great mercy, He will gather you Hold fast, I say, ohh fallen one For the winds of life shall bruise you no more The wise one rides this way soonest It is said, He binds the broken-hearted and He makes whole the crushed in spirit Do not be afraid; you will…
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Some of my earliest childhood memories are that of my Dad preaching of the end times. Wide-eyed, I eagerly listened through the winter nights of the 1980s. I remember stories of Lot’s wife: the woman who looked back, and of fire and brimstone beating down on the city of Sodom and Gomorrah. With a raised index finger – a habit that still distinguishes him – he preached with such gusto. “The days are coming when the church doors will be closed, and the nights will be darkened by death and sorrow. You will be separated from your family. What will…