story 1[copiedfrom darren's blog]:
There once was a man named George Thomas, a pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning, he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when i saw a young boy coming towards me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were 3 little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, 'What have you got there, son?' 'Just some old birds,' came the reply. 'What are you gonna do with them?' 'Take 'em home and have fun with 'em...i'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time' 'But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?' 'Oh, I've got some cats and they like cats so i'll take 'em to them.' The pastor was silent for a moment and asked, ' How much do you want for those birds, son?' 'Huh??!!!' Why, you don't want these birds, Sir. They're just plain old field birds and they don't sing, plus they ain't pretty!' 'How much?' the Pastor asked again. The boy sized up the Pastor as if he were crazy and said, '$10?'. The Pastor reached into his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill and placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The Pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars, he persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the Pastor began to tell another story. One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just came from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I've just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait i knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!" "What are you gonna do with them?" Jesus asked and Satan replied, "Oh i'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!" "And what will you do when you get done with them?! Jesus asked. "Oh, i'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" "Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't gd. Why,you'll take them and they'll just hate you, spit on you and curse you and even kill you!. You don't want those people!!" "How much?" Jesus asked again...Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life." Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price. the Pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.
Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Isn't it funny how someone can say, "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in GOD)

story 2:
I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work for bills are soon to be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, and jumped up off my knees. My Christian duty was now done and my Soul could rest at ease. All day long I had no time to spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to my friends, since they'd laught at me...i guess i was afraid. No time, no time, too much to do, that was my constant cry. No time to give to souls in need but at last the time, the time to die. I went before the Lord, I came and stood with downcast eyes. For in His hands, God held a book; it was the Book of Life. God looked into His book and said, "You name i cannot find. I once was going to write it down...But I never found the time" Now do you have the time to pass it on? Make sure that you scroll throught to the end of this page...

Easy VS Hard:
Why is it so hard to tell the truth but yet so easy to tell a lie?
Why are we so sleepy in church but right whent the sermon is about to be over, we suddenly wake up?
Why is it so hard to talk about God, yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?
Why is it boring to look at a Christian magazine, yet so easy to look at a nasty one?
Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, yet so easy to forward all the nasty ones?
Why are the churches getting smaller in size, where as the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?

Which are you?
sometimes i wonder...i really do..

this two caused me to do alot of reflection
seriousli have been slackin on the prayer i do each day
from an hour to 45 mins to half an hour to 10 and worst was going to bed forgettin to say prayer
than i also everitime 4gt to say grace
sighs

shall toke abt 2dae
morinin at the bustop
me ken hc xb and don
hahas
like some gang liddat
than hang around at the bustop chit chat for a while than go sku
in sku quite borin
zzz
nth mcuh happen
sister toh revealed some meat
getit
hahas
tsktsk
than after sku
walk under the damm blardy heavy rain
macham bathin under the rain lor
than went sernagoon to makan with evan and guo jing
zzz
nth much
than at home now
later gt tution

Nigel blogged at
2:47 PM