I was just browsing through some friendster profiles,
so the girls' pages were filled with shopping,
the guys were, many things....
and oh yeah..songs?
this band, that band....and oh, by the way...
maybe hillsongs or planetshakers....
people I want to meet...
this star and that star...God will be okay if He comes along
as long as He doesn't spoil things
people I wanna be, where I study...
I was in this and that, and hopefully I'll get there where...
where people really want to get to...
the place, once I come out of.. people will look up to me..
so I thought to myself, what should I say?
should I say I'm not like you, thank God for that?
If I do that, I'd be a hypocrite... If I don't
do I look and sound nicer?
then should I say you are wrong?
You will hate me, I know, you will think I'm proud..
with the bunch of people in white outwardly..thinking
O, I'm so "holy"... when it was only seconds away...
when they passed by a beggar without noticing him...
So, what should I say?
I know, I will praise my God... He is The Man...
The Man that puts the proud to shame
and lifts up those who are brokenhearted.
I will also say that men are wicked,
presenting half of the whole truth, just isn't right
Satan and his band of brothers.
God created everything. Heaven and earth.
Beautiful flowers, pretty animals. Then Adam.
and God loved Adam. but Adam chose Eve over God...
After all the trees that God planned to the very last cell..
God knew very well, love comes with risk...
till this very day. Who has learnt this?
I know you. You go to the shopping mall and pick up all sorts of dresses...
talk about all sorts of things behind the backs of people
yeah, you eat those expensive ice cream, and those
O so great coffee. and you said you didn't.
because you chose the cheapest of them all. Liar. You are like that
I know you. You but those things, so that those who seem...
O so famous would regard you, and you put the poor to shame.
yeah, you know. but you live like you don't know.
You count and measure with the smallest scale you can find
because some kid somewhere in some sick country
needs...bread to survive.
No you said,
I'm being nice enough to put the crust of my pizza in
I'll have the meat, you have the tasteless bread.
Oh yea hypocrite I know you, stuffed crust
with the spending of you money in that manner,
you put souls into hell. You deny.
Now hear the judgement of God. God's silence is enough.
quietly, a little baby born in a manger.
you never knew Him. You don't care to know poor people's names.
This better break you heart. Jesus went to the poor.
Son of God. beaten, tortured, crucified.
I guess, if Jesus had a girlfriend - like you. You would have dumped Him.
Good people and rebellious people don't mix.
and Jesus said..."Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do"
I don't know how to say that. The love of God always remains mystery.
They knew what they were doing! Jesus didn't lie...
well, I don't know about that.
Sometimes, I know I simply hurt God.
but my friends by my side says I'm only human.
Jesus was also human. I wonder how much of God in a man...
is enough to say, I'll die to forgive you
I wonder if I can ever stir one person up by writing this.
I hope someone, will read this one day.
and think of that mother... who has a piece of bread left..
and so she gives it to her child...that little infant...
and says...eat my child. I will die, I will not see you die.
and both die in three days. and here we all are...
" I think we should go to eat at KFC..."
" yuck, the chicken there is like......."
" Maybe we should try out that new restaurant...that buffet''
oh yeah, so you can stuff yourself like a pig.
and pay people for doing that.
and yeah.
I'm sick of writing this.
I've been saying these stuff for tons of times
I kinda sound like some crazy guy.
Merry Christmas.
Jesus loves you.
Jesus came to save you, and much more than your conscience.
Happy receiving presents.
I hope that kid, who lost his parents in the tsunami...
will have a present too.
I just hope, for myself. that I will treasure my first Christmas present most.
A man, beaten, tortured, spit on. Hanging on the cross. Died a while later....
I'll gladly share this present with you.
Merry Christmas...