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Friday, May 12, 2006

Updates:

I thank God that i'm well now, and everyone else who got sick because of me .

The teachers training that we organized went well, it didn't go smoothly and exactly the way we planned it because most of us got sick including the invited speaker and our translator but God's hands was upon us and everything was ok

The last person i expect to send me an email, emailed me and asked for forgiveness for something he did that i wasn't aware of.   im glad that he opened up to me at the last minute...he's getting married

Long lost friends are suddenly contacting me. hmmm...

I'm anxious right now and i'm thinking about lots of things...please pray for me

I miss my mom loads


Tuesday, April 25, 2006

STILL HE WALKED
Author Unknown

He could hear the crowds screaming "crucify" "crucify"...
He could hear the hatred in their voices,
These were his chosen people.
He loved them,
And they were going to crucify him.
He was beaten, bleeding and weakened... his heart was broken,
But still He walked.

He could see the crowd as he came from the palace.
He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.
He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear,
But now they were contorted with rage and anger...his heart broke,
But still He walked.

Was he scared?
You and I would have been
So his humanness would have mandated that he was. He felt alone.
His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face and he saw very few.
Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered
And he knew that he would never be alone.
He looked back at the crowd, at the people who were spitting
At him, throwing rocks at him and mocking him and he knew
That because of him, they would never be alone.
So for them, He walked.

The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through
The crowd. The sounds of his cries echoed even louder,
The cheers of the crowd, as his hands and feet
Were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all was the still small voice inside his
Heart that whispered "I am with you, my son",
And God's heart broke.
He had let his son walk.

Jesus could have asked God to end his suffering,
But instead he asked God to forgive.
Not to forgive him, but to forgive the ones who were persecuting him.
As he hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death,
He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd,
But also, the face of every person yet to be,
And his heart filled with love.
As his body was dying, his heart was alive.
Alive with the limitless, unconditional love he feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.

When I forget how much My God loves me,
   I remember his walk.
When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
   I remember his walk.
When I need to be reminded of how to live like Christ,
   I think of his walk.
And to show him how much I love him,
   I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him,
   And I walk.

Keep on walking with Jesus and know that He will be with You 'til the end...


Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Currently Listening
Resonate
By SONICFLOOd
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here are some pics from our family reunion KIERMEET 2006 of the Kierulf Clan ...too bad i wasn't able to attend and see family from all over the world...anyhoo i got pics from cousin Cap...

KIERMEET 2006

The Family...that i don't really know

finally somebody i know...tito louie!!! (on the left)


THE MOMENT THE ROOSTER CROWED...
(from: Intimate Moments with the Savior, Ken Gire)
 
        But somewhere in the night a rooster stretches its neck, shakes its feathers, and crows and indictment.
 
        The disciple (Peter) jerks his head around and catches Jesus looking at him. It is a brief moment, almost too short to be intimate. But a moment like this has a way of stretching and framing itself to hang in the mind.
 
        The Savior utters no words. Nor does he shake his head in disgust. Or lower it in disappointment. His look is not a begrudged I-told-you-so. It is sympathetic, from one who knows what it’s like to fall into the winnowing hands of Satan. Jesus has been there, too. For forty days in a barren wilderness. He knows how hard the winnow is and how ruthless the adversary’s hand that holds it. No, his look carries no grudge. It is a look of a friend who understands.
 
          With that look, all of Peter’s pent-up emotions suddenly cave in on themselves. He runs from the courtyard, bitter tears stinging his eyes. He stops somewhere outside and beats his fists against his chest. He pulls at his hair. He gnarls his face. The weight of his guilt is too much to bear. He collapses in a wailing heap.
 
          He weeps for the Savior he has so miserably failed. And he weeps for himself. O God, no, no, no. What have I done? What have I done? God, take this one dark hour from me. Turn back the night. Give me another chance. Please, O God. Turn back the night.
 
         But the night will not be turned back. And this darkest of hours will not be taken from him.
 
         When the tears finally do stop, the night has paled to gray. Soon it will be dawn.
 
         The winnowing is over. All that is left is the naked kernel of faith. It is a small grain, but a grain Satan couldn't touch. He could winnow all the chaff he wanted, but the wheat belongs to Jesus.
 
        Peter is a smaller man now without the thick husk that once surrounded his life. He is broken and he is bare.
 
credits: typed by glenn
 
i will fail...
 
....but HE faileth not
...i love HIM


Currently Listening
Offerings II: All I Have to Give
By Third Day
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...my back is killing me

...i'm so tired

...oh Lord give me strength

 

HE REIGNS...that's the Good News!

it's good friday...it really is good...

soon - to - be lawyers of China

and yeah of course i'm proud of my handwriting...my teacher says it's ugly tho'



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