2011

Hello people!!

It's 2011 already and as we embark on the journey of this new year, have you guys plan on what and how you should further utilize this year with God? Resolutions?? Having a list of resolutions is to just be more discipline in those areas that you'd list down. Some things might not be listed down in your resolution but you know you have to change it, then change. It's a start of a year and start it with good habit! :)

This may come in a little late as 12 days had already past in this new year. Hope all have a good start and that whatever negative thoughts you had in 2010, leave it there and live 2011 in the positivity!!! Stay lively as you walk with God this year and may He bless you abundantly!!

God bless and loves!

Something to Inspire you!

Hey people!!! Something which I shared with some of you during dinner about one of my student. I found the article online and feel that I should post it up for you people to read. Hope it will be an inspiration to you one way or another. Click on the link below and read it till the end. I think there is 2 page to it!! Have a good read!!

http://news.asiaone.com/News/The+New+Paper/Story/A1Story20101109-246464.html

Take care and God bless! :)

你们觉得语言会成为我与你们之间的距离吗?

我相信很多人在小组里面，都习惯说英文。也明白你们的语言环境是以英语为主。如果我一直说华文，你们会不习惯吗?换句话说，你们会讨厌吗？
我只是想说，语言是沟通的工具。如果你们希望我说英文的话，请耐心并且将究我的发音。如果你们觉得可以允许我说华语，我也非常开心。
我只想告诉大家，语言不分贵贱，人也如此。不要看不起任何人。
大家是一个大家庭，应互助互爱，并非取笑彼此。应坦诚相待，并非斤斤计较。应宽己待人，并非尖酸刻薄。
希望我们的小组更加紧密团结，真诚的对待他人，真切地关心他人。因为我们是家人。

Great Big THANKS!

Hope those who were there yesterday at Cheesiang's mini birthday celebration had a blast! It might be a really simple celebration for her but I felt that it touches her a lot and she reply my message saying thanks to everyone in the group!!

"I really want to say thanks to the group! You guys made such a norm day wonderful. I'm really touched by all the cards. It really touched me. Now, i truly feel blessed and encouraged."

Really want to affirm and thanks everyone for taking the time out to write affirmation for her. Without those affirmation, the cg card won't be complete too. I believe that by encouraging someone it doesn't have to be just on the person's birthday. We can always encourage one another every other day just to bless them! :)

May God bless your week ahead!! :)

Warmest Welcome!

A very warm and sweet welcome to Jael and Jade!!

Welcome to the family of TS3!!

Continue to stand firm in your faith as you walk this relationship with God. We are there to help one another grow in this journey and may you have a really blessed journey ahead!!

With love!! :)

Hi all! Hope you have enjoyed the CG with PSPT just now!

I think i need to post some things that i have promised during CG few weeks back. Below are some examples of aqueduct, the passageway that delivers water to Laodicea, the rich city in the Book of Revelation and the lukewarm church.

The following is the map of the 7 Churches in the Book of Revelation, that the Lord has spoken to. The small island in the south is the island of Patmos, where John met with God and wrote down the Book of Revelation

From the letter to Laodicea, we can see that God is very personal towards them. He uses the lukewarm water as a metaphor to warn the church in Laodicea, who is supplied with hard and lukewarm water, to take a stand as they serve the Lord.

From this example, let us be reminded that God is also personal with us. He knows our lives inside out and desires to touch our individual lives as well. Let nothing hold us back from serving and surrendering our lives to Him daily, for He is our Lord and Saviour, and the life that we are living now is redeemed by His sacrifice on the cross.

Our salvation don't come cheap, so lets do our best and show that we are worthy of bearing the name of Christ!

The Story of Punchinello

This is the story which I shared during holy comm in cg and just to share it with you all... Below is the story... Enjoy!!

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of them was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village.

Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses; others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats; others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village.

And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of grey dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.

The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.

Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little.

They got dots.

Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots.

After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many grey dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason.

'He deserves lots of dots,' the wooden people would agree with one another. 'He's not a good wooden person.' After a while Punchinello believed them. 'I'm not a good Wemmick,' he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.

One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lulia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.

'That's the way I want to be,' thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the sticker-less Wemmick how she did it.'It's easy,' Lulia replied. 'Everyday I go to see Eli.''Eli?''Yes, Eli. The woodcarver... I sit in the workshop with him.''Why?''Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there.' And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away.

'But he won't want to see me!' Punchinello cried out. Lulia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. 'It's not right,' he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli.
He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm.

Punchinello swallowed hard. 'I'm not staying here!' and he turned to leave.
Then he heard his name.
'Punchinello' The voice was deep and strong.
Punchinello stopped.
'Punchinello! How good to see you'll Come and let me have a look at you.
'Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman.
'You know my name?' the little Wemmick asked.
'Of course I do. I made you.'

Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench.'Hmm,' the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the grey circles.
'Looks like you've been given some bad marks.'
'I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard.'
'Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think.'
'You don't?'
'No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.'

Punchinello laughed. 'Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?'

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly.'Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me.'

Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this - much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.
'Every day I've been hoping you'd come.' Eli explained.

'I came because I met someone who had no marks'

'I know. She told me about you.'

'Why don't the stickers stay on her?'

'Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them.'

'What?'

'The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers.'

'I'm not sure I understand.'

'You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care.'

Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground.

'Remember,' Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. 'You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes.'