Thursday, November 25, 2010

4.59pm

I decided to shut down my laptop. Brain jammed. Headed towards Student Centre and into the faith sharing room.

Oriana shared a beautiful story so I would like to share it here, whether or not you've heard of this before.

There was this woman, she dreamt of Jesus saying to her that he's going to her house tomorrow. So the next day, she cleaned her house top and bottom till spotless, cooked luxurious meals and then waited for Jesus to come.

She waited and waited and then came a knock on the door. It was her neighbour asking for help desperately. However, she turned her down, saying she was waiting for Jesus and couldn't leave.

She continued waiting and then came another knock on the door. This time it was her friend coming for a visit. Afraid that her friend might make a mess of her house, she asked her to come another day for she is waiting for Jesus.

Approaching dusk, another knock on the door. This time it was a beggar asking for some food. She shoved the beggar away, not wanting to give a little of the food that she had cooked.

And then she waited, and night fell but Jesus did not come. That night, she dreamt of Jesus again. This time she asked "Why didn't you come? I waited for you and cleaned and cooked." Jesus replied, "I was the neighbour, the friend and the beggar. But you did not invite me in."



This coming Advent, what would you do to prepare yourself for His coming? It's not only pleasing God, but an act of kindness matters too

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Things are starting to get busier again.

Status of brain now: as blurry as the fog that lands in Mississauga today.

Not everything ends with a perfect note, but at least everything ends on a note.

Thank you all these while

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Autumn

It's really pretty to see trees changing colours, especially those burning red and striking yellow against an almost black branch.



At the same time, it's kind of sad to see leaves dropping off so fast, revealing all that the tree has, nothing but it's own trunk.