Where Were You...

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'

The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'

Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'

The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'
 
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sal ly.
 
The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ' Mom , I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom .' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'
 
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
 
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
 
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
 
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
 
'Dear Mom ,

I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom , even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.
 
Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to gi ve you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
 
Oh, by the way, Mom , no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
 
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
 
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

The Parable Of The Lost Coin

"Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.' In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents."

- Jesus (Luke 15:8-10)

This parable always didn't catch my eyes 

because it's stuck between the more famous 

Parable of The Lost Sheep and the Parable of The Lost Son.

What for rejoice over one lost and found coin? Crazy!

Yet, God works even in small little ways to bless others.

Today I've seen a woman whom Jesus shine through...

May the coin be found.

She's sweeping.

'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.'

Love Is Not A Fight

Love is not a place
To come and go as we please
It's a house we enter in
And then commit to never leave
So lock the door behind you
Throw away the key
We'll work it out together
Let it bring us to our knees

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

To some, love is a word that they can fall into
But when they're falling out
Keeping that word is hard to do

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

Love will come to save us, if we'll only call
He will ask nothing from us, but demand we give our all

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

I would fight for you, would you fight for me?
It's worth fighting for

by Warren Barfield 

Theme Song of Fireproof

I Lost My Bike

When things go bad, more things go bad.
Nothing surprising.

Yesterday night,
when I was cycling with Aizat to hostel to do project
my bike tyre punctured.
There was something wrong with the tyres already.
The pumping cap was lost some months ago.
So naturally, it gave way.
Po pet po pet all the way to hostel.

Then Mr Calvin so lazy thought that one of the short cut doors
leading to centrepoint was opened.
He decided to park it there.
Who knows the door was locked.
Never mind... my bad.

So I left my bike there
and walked back all the way via the long route through guardhouse.
Then in hostel was scolded by the warden.
Fine. It's totally fine with me. Seriously.
It's 9 pm and there shouldn't be visitors.

Today evening after class
I was excited to get my bike repaired
after hearing that it costs about RM8-13 to fix the tyre.
Then I went to the place I parked my bike.
Nad was there.
I thought she rode the wrong bike...
(Stupid right to have such thoughts?)
Nope, it wasn't my bike.
It's gone.
I search high and low.
Gone.
I remembered I locked my bike.
I always lock my bike when I'm outside.

Anyway, I told myself it wasn't a big issue.
I went to centrepoint to have my dinner.
Pathetic RM2 Nasi Lemak...
The stall person change already.
Didn't even ask me if I want curry chup!

Later, I decided to search for it.
Maybe I parked it somewhere...
But I know of the reality that most likely it taken away as scrap
or picked up by some other people.
I went through all nook and corner
Peering into other people's garages, checking the bushes.
It wasn't there.

Actually ever since I knew I lost it when Nad rode away,
I knew that God has decided it to be lost
To keep me away from using it too often.
Maybe desperate junior needs it. Haha.
After all, it was a free bike from Gabriel, my senior.
It has served me well.
No accidents.
Yeah, occasionally the brake dysfunctions.
But it just so happen that I can control it well too.
In fact I did more harm to the bike I think.
I often leave it under the hot sun near McD.
The seat leather peeled off coz I made it fall down once.

I was willing to let go of it.
I knew I had to pass it away.
Somehow I wasn't willing too.
Somehow I wasn't willing to admit
that I didn't lock my bike...

But I came to my senses after going through the alley.
It's time to walk back...

The sky was threatening.
Wind blowing.
Stomach hungry and yearns for more than pathetic nasi lemak!

Then a gentle breeze blew...
Only then I realised how I've missed
all the walks to college
talking to God...
I Martha-ed for too long.

With a bike I was more concerned about cars and dust
how tiring it is to climb a slope
how fun it is to go down a slope
how scary is it to be chased by a dog
and how yucky it is to cycle over dog poo.
The only thing that I talked to God that time was
"Please grant me journey mercies."
"Oh thank you God for saving me just now!"

So I guess it's time to BE STILL!
Be a Mary again.
So I walked and enjoyed every bit of it.

And the best thing walking back was the sms from Jun Kai:
"Calvin, if u stil haven eaten.
then plz cum to take chan dinner."
I guess I haven't eaten eh? Hehe=p

The bestest of best is
CHAN IS NOT HERE TOMORROW TOO!
Dinner secured.
Plus Aunty Dolly is providing dinner too!
The LORD provides.
He always does. Haha.

The Results of Great Depression 1

Got two of my papers today.

Chemistry showed improvement from mid-year.
But five days of study only added five marks out of 100.
Hopefully no more deductions of marks.

App Maths I was very happy because I scored an A!
The hard work did paid off to make my cumulative to be about 40/50
One more mark from A though.

So it's hard work worth it?
All I know is that I gotta continue working hard
And leave all things to God.
By December I shall know the fruits of my hardwork?
Will it be durian? =P

Faith Like Potatoes

" The seed for a great miracle lies not in difficulty, but impossibility."

Recently watched this movie which describes faith is like potatoes. Love it!

Frank Rautenbach leads a strong cast as Angus Buchan, a Zambian farmer of Scottish heritage, who leaves his farm in the midst of political unrest and racially charged land reclaims and travels south with his family to start a better life in KwaZulu Natal, South Africa. With nothing more than a caravan on a patch of land, and help from his foreman, Simeon Bhengu, the Buchan family struggle to settle in a new country. Faced with ever mounting challenges, hardships and personal turmoil, Angus quickly spirals down into a life consumed by anger, fear and destruction. Based on the inspiring true story by Angus Buchan the book was adapted for the big screen by Regardt van den Bergh and weaves together the moving life journey of a man who, like his potatoes, grows his faith, unseen until the harvest.




More on www.faithlikepotatoes.com.

Thank You Broadband!

I died today in Room 3 (where 3 in chinese suppose to sound like LIFE? proof that superstition don't work!)

There was a time when broadband deleted half of my oral exam question.
Had to mem-paiseh to ask the examiner to repeat.
Potong markah I blame you BROADBAND!

Still then I think I didn't talk enough. I was like "yeah, that's about it".
Then you hear the almost robotic "thank you" seconds after that.
Screw it screw it! (and I got quite simple questions! I just couldn't recall examples of stereotype in language) MY BAD.

Who cares? It's mooncake festival soon! eat more mooncake to relieve stress and cure depression. Probably Lin Yong or lotus paste has such function. Now I remember the English literature short story in Form 4... the LOTUS EATER! (How I wish to be one at times, away from all this stress!)

And life without Internet to do a lot of my important stuff is terrible.
But at least I get to study=)
Ish, study!