Thursday, March 13, 2008

psalm 73

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Vr long have not do my devotion here alr. Super busy! I'm here to blog abt psalm 73 because some verses in it blinked at me. yes, it blinked at me. wahahahaha...
2 But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;
I had nearly lost my foothold.

3 For I envied the arrogant
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

Everywhere in the media, whether it is from what we see on TV, read from books/newspapers, hear from radio or from ppl, it will affect us somehow. TV is quite a big distraction in regards to the verses above. In the black box, I see the ppl going on vacations enjoying life, living in big houses with big swimming pools and driving big cars, practically spending big money everywhere and anyhow I always have an ache in my heart.

12 This is what the wicked are like—
always carefree, they increase in wealth.

Har......... If only we can do this and do that, thn everythg win already. This is wad I'll tell my parents sometimes.

Often I'll ask God:
"eh, God, how come they dono u but still can be always carefree, and keep increasing in wealth leh. Actually don need u oso can wad."


So sometimes I feel exactly how verse 13 said.

13 Surely in vain have I kept my heart pure;
in vain have I washed my hands in innocence.

Keeping my heart pure is sometimes very mafan and difficult. Who dowan to have comfort? My mom always say, the rich gets richer, the poor gets poorer. Quite true wad i thought. Rich can invest in houses, cars and wads not. While the poor have to fight against the rising of the economy which means rising prices of wadever and anythg.
Here is wad Ecclesiastes has to say:

Ecclesiastes 5
10 Whoever loves money never has money enough;
whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with his income.
This too is meaningless.

15 Naked a man comes from his mother's womb,
and as he comes, so he departs.
He takes nothing from his labor
that he can carry in his hand.

Read the whole of chapter 5 - riches are meaningless.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

i like... (got it from Jasmine's blog)

The story goes about this Red Indian who bumped into a friend in the heart of New York city.

In the thick of the lunch time crowd, the two friends were chatting. Suddenly the Red Indian paused. He stopped the conversation, squatted, and lifted up the cover of a drain. The Red Indian reached in and pulled out a cricket.


New Yorker friend: Wow. You mean you heard that cricket in all this noise ?

Red Indian: Watch this.


The Red Indian reached into his pocket and took out two dollars worth of loose change. He held the change in his palm. And there, in the thick of the bustling crowd in the heart of New York city, the Red Indian emptied his palm on to the floor.

As the shillings fell and rolled on the cement walkway, different faces in the crowd stopped and looked to the ground investigating the cause of that familiar sound.

The Red Indian turned to his New Yorker friend and said, "people hear what they want to hear".




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You know, too often we are caught in the intensity and speed of work and life rolls us by. Can we take the time to hear that still small voice of reason, compassion and conscience?



"Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts." Hebrews 4:7