I was in the internet chat room the other day as usual, so called 'socializing' in a way I would never do in the real world. In this day and age, the new generation would ask, why would you need the real world for when all you need is right here in cyberspace? You get to experience whatever thrills you want, whenever you want it.
Well, the story I wanted to tell isn't about getting whatever you want from cyberspace whenever you want it. I'm happy... why? Because people actually read my blog postings! Oh my gosh! All I can say is, I'm touched! To me, blogs are a place where you get to thrash out whatever feelings and emotions, thoughts and suggestions whenever you need to, more like a virtual 'toilet'. Spill it all out and flush it all down. Isn't that the way its supposed to be done? I personally reckon that, if everyone were to write a blog entry a day, then there would be less stressed out people, less nutcases, less mental patients and less hatred in the world. It's like a movie I watched many years back, I can't recall what it's called, but I think it's Futureball (or the likes of it)
The objective of futureball is for countries to fight it out in a ball game rather than wage wars against each other. Therefore, I reckon that the same theory would work itself out well in instance of blogs, but not neglecting the importance of self restraint. In other words, write stuff in blogs that don't piss people off or get people to drag your ass to court and sue it off then drag it screaming and kicking off to the slammer.
In my 30 years (soon 31), I can say with confidence that I have never really been a rebel without a cause. I don't have a single traffic ticket to my name, I drive within speed limits, I don't DUI, I don't rape, kill or steal and I try my best to be a role model for others whom may want to emulate me. In other words, I do my best every single day to blend in (to society) I am not saying that the next person who is 180 degrees different from the likes of me, who is rough, obnoxious, who (contemplates) rape, kills (insects...hehe) and steals (from old ladies) doesn't try his best to blend in to society, it's just their way of expressing their uniqueness and individual character.
You know, I never understood why some people need to show off with their modified rides, strange sounds when they reverse their vehicles or when they slam on the brakes, drive like they're on the set of Tokyo Drift, cuss and swear in public, wear ackward looking colors and hairstyles, clothes too large or too small for their own good, tattoos all over their bodies, bits and pieces of metal, gold and silver on their face, pierce their belly buttons and tongues, gamble and drink till it puts a strain on their pockets and health.
I guess I would have to go back to college to get a degree in psychology or probably even a PhD before I can really get a grasp on what goes on in peoples' heads. I reckon I wouldn't want or need to. All I need to do is, learn from the mistakes of mankind and apply it to make myself a more effective, efficient and useful person. In other words, use these metaphors, examples and case studies to 'evolve' and become a better human being. Isn't that what we all would like or want for ourselves? To evolve and become better?
After all being said and done, I guess in conclusion, all I can say is that, either you're a villian, a saint, a prince, a pauper, a liar, a pastor, a conman, a governor, a millionaire, a bankrupt. Whatever or whoever you choose to become or live as, whatever choice you make, either you die poor and happy, rich and remorseful, lived a fulfilled life or one full of what ifs and regrets, everything will work itself out in the end.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Goodbye Uncle Lim
It never crossed my mind to write a blog entry about a deceased person but this individual is so special that I am compelled to write a few last words describing my admiration for him.
It's 27/10/2007 and I woke up bright and early this morning to catch the 8:45am shuttle bus our company arranged for us to go up to Gohtong Villa to pay our last respects to our boss, Tan Sri Dato' Seri (Dr) Lim Goh Tong, which we have came to fondly know as Uncle Lim. When I reached our pickup point, all my colleagues we there already, dressed solemnly in either black or white. They passed me a black ribbon which I was to wear on my left arm before going for the wake.
The journey up took around 1 hour from our pick up point, and when we reached Genting Skyway around 10+, there was already a few hundred people there. Genting had arranged many vans, limousines, private cars etc to ferry people from the skyway to Gohtong Villa located on an exclusive hill in Gohtong Jaya to pay their last respects to Uncle Lim, someone who truly touched the hearts of every Malaysian and possibly every living person who knows him.
We got down from the bus and hopped on the vans which took us up Gohtong Villa. The walk from Gohtong Villa's main entrance to his house was another 100m or so. Lining the walkway was wreathes from almost every company in Malaysia, Singapore, Hongkong, Japan, Macau etc. We had to line up to go in to pay our last respects to him, all around his house the memorial service provider had set up canopies and tents. We couldn't really see how big the house was but judging from the size of the compound, it was really huge! After waiting for around 15mins, we finally got a chance to go into the area where his coffin was placed. As we entered 1 by 1, a taoist monk dressed in black robe instructed each person to put their hands together and take 1 bow, as a show of respect to the deceased, after taking 1 bow, we walked 1 round his coffin and proceeded to the exit.
Uncle Lim was smartly dressed in a black suit with all his medals pinned neatly on it. I dun have any idea what medals he got but I reckon he had his Tan Sri medal and his Dato' Seri medal. He looked so peaceful. Its quite odd, all the way up, I didn't feel any sorrowful or sad emotions until I entered the room where his coffin was. Perhaps it was the sum of collective sadness and sorrow which immediately bounced off me and almost instantly I actually felt sadness for his demise, in that very room.
That feeling wore off the second I walked out of the room down to the basement carpark area where they served food and refreshments. When we were having our drinks, there were still people lining up to go in to pay their last respects to him. It was truly an amazing experience, I had never attended the funeral for a vip before and I really must say it is an experience I will never forget.
I have worked in Star Cruises for a little over 3 months only but really feel inspired and motivated by Uncle Lim, much so after reading bits and pieces of his biography on the internet. I'm not sure if I can still get his book 'My Story - Lim Goh Tong in the bookstores anymore, but if I can, I'm gonna rush out and snap up a copy.
My closing words is, Good bye Uncle Lim, your success is an inspiration to all of us to become successful in face of obstacles, the legacy you have left us in form of Genting resort etc enables us to enjoy our holidays and bring our families together. Last but not least, because of your effort, I have a job and a chance of a long term career in the company you founded. You are our leader, our motivation. Cheers to such a great man!
It's 27/10/2007 and I woke up bright and early this morning to catch the 8:45am shuttle bus our company arranged for us to go up to Gohtong Villa to pay our last respects to our boss, Tan Sri Dato' Seri (Dr) Lim Goh Tong, which we have came to fondly know as Uncle Lim. When I reached our pickup point, all my colleagues we there already, dressed solemnly in either black or white. They passed me a black ribbon which I was to wear on my left arm before going for the wake.
The journey up took around 1 hour from our pick up point, and when we reached Genting Skyway around 10+, there was already a few hundred people there. Genting had arranged many vans, limousines, private cars etc to ferry people from the skyway to Gohtong Villa located on an exclusive hill in Gohtong Jaya to pay their last respects to Uncle Lim, someone who truly touched the hearts of every Malaysian and possibly every living person who knows him.
We got down from the bus and hopped on the vans which took us up Gohtong Villa. The walk from Gohtong Villa's main entrance to his house was another 100m or so. Lining the walkway was wreathes from almost every company in Malaysia, Singapore, Hongkong, Japan, Macau etc. We had to line up to go in to pay our last respects to him, all around his house the memorial service provider had set up canopies and tents. We couldn't really see how big the house was but judging from the size of the compound, it was really huge! After waiting for around 15mins, we finally got a chance to go into the area where his coffin was placed. As we entered 1 by 1, a taoist monk dressed in black robe instructed each person to put their hands together and take 1 bow, as a show of respect to the deceased, after taking 1 bow, we walked 1 round his coffin and proceeded to the exit.
Uncle Lim was smartly dressed in a black suit with all his medals pinned neatly on it. I dun have any idea what medals he got but I reckon he had his Tan Sri medal and his Dato' Seri medal. He looked so peaceful. Its quite odd, all the way up, I didn't feel any sorrowful or sad emotions until I entered the room where his coffin was. Perhaps it was the sum of collective sadness and sorrow which immediately bounced off me and almost instantly I actually felt sadness for his demise, in that very room.
That feeling wore off the second I walked out of the room down to the basement carpark area where they served food and refreshments. When we were having our drinks, there were still people lining up to go in to pay their last respects to him. It was truly an amazing experience, I had never attended the funeral for a vip before and I really must say it is an experience I will never forget.
I have worked in Star Cruises for a little over 3 months only but really feel inspired and motivated by Uncle Lim, much so after reading bits and pieces of his biography on the internet. I'm not sure if I can still get his book 'My Story - Lim Goh Tong in the bookstores anymore, but if I can, I'm gonna rush out and snap up a copy.
My closing words is, Good bye Uncle Lim, your success is an inspiration to all of us to become successful in face of obstacles, the legacy you have left us in form of Genting resort etc enables us to enjoy our holidays and bring our families together. Last but not least, because of your effort, I have a job and a chance of a long term career in the company you founded. You are our leader, our motivation. Cheers to such a great man!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Just another day in paradise...?
It really gets me wondering, who sits at my desk to work everyday after I go back at 6pm. The reason for saying this is that, every morning when I come to work, my chair is extremely high, feels like someone not so tall sits at my desk and works during the night when everyone else goes home. Is there a possibility? Well, I will never know for sure.
Who in their right mind would want to come to this office after dark? I know I for one would not, it's simply crazy. I work in a purpose converted island. I wouldn't say man made, cos the island was here before the development started, they just enhanced the use of it. There is a township here but with only a handful of people stay here. It's 25km from the nearest town and hardly anyone gives a crap to come here, especially at night, it's a shipping terminal for god sakes.
Well the reason for me to let out steam here at 8:30 in the am isn't about some phantom model employee clocking in extra time on my desk. I just felt like it's time for me to catch up on my blog postings.. hehe...
A new day a new challenge, thats what they all say right? I appreciate new days and I appreciate new challenges. I just wish I was strong enough to face them all when it gets stuffed down my throat all at once or one at a time.
Well just another day in paradise has always been my favorite crooning song at the karaoke joint back in the day. Its the first song I will look for in the song books whenever I escape to 'idol boot camp' singing sessions at the OK. Songs are a reflection of life, right? And if it is, I guess today is just another day in paradise. As it was yesterday, still, I choose to be happy!
Who in their right mind would want to come to this office after dark? I know I for one would not, it's simply crazy. I work in a purpose converted island. I wouldn't say man made, cos the island was here before the development started, they just enhanced the use of it. There is a township here but with only a handful of people stay here. It's 25km from the nearest town and hardly anyone gives a crap to come here, especially at night, it's a shipping terminal for god sakes.
Well the reason for me to let out steam here at 8:30 in the am isn't about some phantom model employee clocking in extra time on my desk. I just felt like it's time for me to catch up on my blog postings.. hehe...
A new day a new challenge, thats what they all say right? I appreciate new days and I appreciate new challenges. I just wish I was strong enough to face them all when it gets stuffed down my throat all at once or one at a time.
Well just another day in paradise has always been my favorite crooning song at the karaoke joint back in the day. Its the first song I will look for in the song books whenever I escape to 'idol boot camp' singing sessions at the OK. Songs are a reflection of life, right? And if it is, I guess today is just another day in paradise. As it was yesterday, still, I choose to be happy!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Back to work Tuesday
I just got in to the office after a 3 day long weekend which I had spent mostly in my rented apartment in the city rather than back in Penang, my hometown. Much that I don't want to dwell in the sorrow of that, I'm pretty much glad that this morning I get to go back to work bright and early in time to type out this blog entry.
I spent the most part of last night watching Evan Almighty on DVD, which I find really hilarious and would like to congratulate the producers and directors for successfully making me laugh inspite of the strong religious 'hidden message' behind that movie.
Besides watching Evan Almighty on DVD, I also managed to chat up a few new friends on the online chatroom which I frequently visit. Now let me recall, there's Joyce, who looked like a Ribena Berry replica which keeps going Wew! Tsu from Penang who thought I was a gal from my chatroom nickname and Hui Ting, which pretty much impressed me (and I must say inspired me at the same time to get up and chase the goals which I have pretty much given up on a long time ago).
Can you imagine this, a 22 year old Insurance sales agent who drives a 2003 BMW 318i she bought brand new. We were chatting about cars and she was trying to decide between keeping her car and a brand new Volvo S80. I wonder how many 22 year olds have the luxury of that kind of decisions at that age. Well, in fact for a 32 yr old and 42 year old for that matter. After successfully landing my cushy job here in genting, I toy around with a decision on which Proton to change next.
Which got me a thinking. It's in the decision that we make on a daily basis. Its the decisions we make in life which determine what kind of life we end up living. Its the decision we make which determines if we eat instant noodles for dinner everynight or dine on lobsters at the JW Marriotts. God, (whoever it may be for you) gives each and every one of us equal opportunities to be either rich, poor, middle class, upper class, lower class and homeless. Its up to us to choose what we want ourselves to be without prejudice I suppose.
As I wake up today at 5am, I thank the almighty for giving me the opportunity of a brand new day and another chance to make a choice to be who I want to be today. To choose to be happy, rich, loved, lucky and enjoy everything that God has created for me to enjoy around me.
Thank you for the opportunity, thank you for letting me choose. I choose to be Happy!
I spent the most part of last night watching Evan Almighty on DVD, which I find really hilarious and would like to congratulate the producers and directors for successfully making me laugh inspite of the strong religious 'hidden message' behind that movie.
Besides watching Evan Almighty on DVD, I also managed to chat up a few new friends on the online chatroom which I frequently visit. Now let me recall, there's Joyce, who looked like a Ribena Berry replica which keeps going Wew! Tsu from Penang who thought I was a gal from my chatroom nickname and Hui Ting, which pretty much impressed me (and I must say inspired me at the same time to get up and chase the goals which I have pretty much given up on a long time ago).
Can you imagine this, a 22 year old Insurance sales agent who drives a 2003 BMW 318i she bought brand new. We were chatting about cars and she was trying to decide between keeping her car and a brand new Volvo S80. I wonder how many 22 year olds have the luxury of that kind of decisions at that age. Well, in fact for a 32 yr old and 42 year old for that matter. After successfully landing my cushy job here in genting, I toy around with a decision on which Proton to change next.
Which got me a thinking. It's in the decision that we make on a daily basis. Its the decisions we make in life which determine what kind of life we end up living. Its the decision we make which determines if we eat instant noodles for dinner everynight or dine on lobsters at the JW Marriotts. God, (whoever it may be for you) gives each and every one of us equal opportunities to be either rich, poor, middle class, upper class, lower class and homeless. Its up to us to choose what we want ourselves to be without prejudice I suppose.
As I wake up today at 5am, I thank the almighty for giving me the opportunity of a brand new day and another chance to make a choice to be who I want to be today. To choose to be happy, rich, loved, lucky and enjoy everything that God has created for me to enjoy around me.
Thank you for the opportunity, thank you for letting me choose. I choose to be Happy!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Season Greetings for the Holidays! Lets all enjoy our 3 day weekend!
Selamat hari raya to all! the long raya weekend, i was dreading this day because it meant i was stuck here in kl for 3 whole days with nothing better to do and also i don't get to go back to Penang. Nevertheless, last night was quite fun. I went out and bought myself 2 pirated dvds (of course), Bourne Ultimatum and Evan Almighty. I didn't get around to watching Evan Almighthy yet, cos i popped Bourne Ultimatum into the dvd player and was amazed that i didn't get ripped off buying a lousy pirated copy. the quality and sound was superb and excellent!
After that i logged online to the chatroom to kill off my boredom. it was around midnight already. the first few people i tried chatting up was either sleeping already or too boring. Normally I only chat with people who put their names or names of real humans as their nicknames (not that i do myself), but it shows a degree of sincerity). i should start reconsidering my own for my degree of sincerity sake.
I clicked on this 'hello_nurse' nickname not expecting anything much more than an inviter bot or porn site advertisement bot. To my surprise, it was a real person.. and a real nurse to top it off. Although i'm not too sure the pictures she sent me during our ym chat session was hers, I reckon i shouldn't have anything to doubt about this one. 38 year old staff nurse somewhere in Malaysia with more provocative chat styles and topics that I could come up with in that short period of time. An experienced chatter i presume. The type of person I have been longing to chat wif for the past 12 yrs i am in the online chatroom.
Well, the chemistry was there, the topics were flowing nicely and get ice was breaking well. Too bad she had to go to bed after a short chat (it was almost 4am already). Well not that I expect anyone to read this silly posting. Nonetheless, if I browse through here in a couple of months time, it might bring back some happy memories of my chatting days.
I was feeling pretty much under the weather a couple of hours ago, between now, typing out this blog and after i turned off the Bourne Ultimatum dvd. Its about someone who called and asked if I was just playing around with peoples feelings and not being serious.
Cmon, I wanna be as serious as I can, given the right circumstances. However, psychologically I push people who want to enter into my world and be part of it away when i feel my 'comfort zone', my feelings are at risk of being hurt badly in the future. Probably it's what I have been through that I subconsciously do so. I don't intend to push people away. I love to be loved and cared for. I loved to be the centre of attention and show love. Please don't get me wrong. Its just that I can't take it when i get hurt over and over again. I rather be alone surrounded by myself in my 'comfort zone'.
I'm not an emotional train wreck. I dun have mood swings or will take you on a roller coaster ride with my mood. If you ask me, i will tell you i'm perfectly fine. I too like to be surrounded by my friends and know that people around me acknowledge my existence. A hermit is what I'm not. When I don't want to see you, you need to understand that I got my own 'stuff' to sort out.
I am capable of loving and being loved too. Its just that i want to make my choice one I won't regret later on in life. After seeing relationships break down, lives of people i know and some even care for change around me, of cos if given a choice i want my storybook to be different right? why go through life with the hassle of communication/relationship breakdowns when you know you can do something about it? When the power to change things is clearly in your hands, of course you set out to find the best possible solution, the best possible ending to your fairy tale.
Don't come and accuse me and ask me to go on fearing the fact that i am afraid to get hurt and push people away. I didn't ask you to pity me. I don't need it.
I reckon we as humans have a tendancy to complicate life. It could be simple and straightforward. I read a forwarded email on Friday. It went something like this:
A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenlyhis room filled with light, and the Lord appeared The Lord told the man he had work for him to do,and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained:that the man was to push against the rock with all his might.This the man did, Day after day. For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown,his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock,Pushing with all his might.
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore,and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.Since the man was showing signs of discouragement,the devil decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man's weary mind:"You have been pushing against that rock for a longtime, and it hasn't budged.Why kill yourself over this? You are never going to move it."Thus, giving the man the impression that the task was impossibleand that he was a failure.These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man."Why kill myself over this?" he thought. "I'll just put in my time,giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough."And that is what he planned to do, until one day hedecided to make it a matter of prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the Lord. "Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard inyour service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked.Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter.What is wrong? Why am I failing?"
The Lord responded compassionately,"My friend, when I asked you to serve meand you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rockwith all your strength, which you have done.Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it.Your task was to push.And now you come to me with your strength spent,thinking that you have failed.But is that really so? Look at yourself.Your arms are strong and muscled, your back is sinewy and brown,your hands are callused from constant pressure,and your legs have become massive and hard.Through opposition you have grown much,and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have.Yet you haven't moved the rock.But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faithand trust in My wisdom. This you have done.I, my friend, will now move the rock."
At times, when we hear a word from the Lord, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants,when actually what the Lord wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him....By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still the Lord who moves the mountains.For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believes ... Romans 1:16When everything seems to go wrong ... just P.U.S.H.!When the job gets you down ... just P.U.S.H.!When people don't react the way you think they should just P.U.S.H.!When your money looks "gone" and the bills are due ... just P.U.S.H.!When people just don't understand you ... just P.U.S.H.!
P.U.S.H. = Pray Until Something Happens!!!!!
Now i'm not a christian. Nor do i encourage stories like this to be told to me by people promoting their faith targeted at me. Nonetheless this story, I can say, inspired and uplifted me. The effect was the same as the Footprints story which I heard some time back, which some people mock for having religious promoting elements inside. when it comes to these things i guess im alittle sensitive. Look, I won't say I'm not religious. I am! I have a faith I believe in don't I? I'm a buddhist, or so I confess to be. But I rather it be I'm spiritual. When you're spiritual, you go beyond the boundries of defending your own religion and building a brick wall between you and the person next to you. When you are spiritual, you will always think that there is a supreme being, or can plug into the infinite intelligence of the universe (or things along that line) rather than say that there is God, or Jesus, or Buddha. When you are spiritual, you do not differentiate between your God and my God. God becomes... God, it belongs to nobody, it is the universe and not the creator of it. I dunno if any of this makes sense. Haha... Well it does to me, at least now.
Gosh! Look at home much I have written. I just want to look back at this posting some time later in the future with a smile on my face remembering how eventful today has been, one which started out lousy, turned worst, made me feel good and happy, then crappy then good and happy again to the state i am in right now.
Good night (or rather morning!)
After that i logged online to the chatroom to kill off my boredom. it was around midnight already. the first few people i tried chatting up was either sleeping already or too boring. Normally I only chat with people who put their names or names of real humans as their nicknames (not that i do myself), but it shows a degree of sincerity). i should start reconsidering my own for my degree of sincerity sake.
I clicked on this 'hello_nurse' nickname not expecting anything much more than an inviter bot or porn site advertisement bot. To my surprise, it was a real person.. and a real nurse to top it off. Although i'm not too sure the pictures she sent me during our ym chat session was hers, I reckon i shouldn't have anything to doubt about this one. 38 year old staff nurse somewhere in Malaysia with more provocative chat styles and topics that I could come up with in that short period of time. An experienced chatter i presume. The type of person I have been longing to chat wif for the past 12 yrs i am in the online chatroom.
Well, the chemistry was there, the topics were flowing nicely and get ice was breaking well. Too bad she had to go to bed after a short chat (it was almost 4am already). Well not that I expect anyone to read this silly posting. Nonetheless, if I browse through here in a couple of months time, it might bring back some happy memories of my chatting days.
I was feeling pretty much under the weather a couple of hours ago, between now, typing out this blog and after i turned off the Bourne Ultimatum dvd. Its about someone who called and asked if I was just playing around with peoples feelings and not being serious.
Cmon, I wanna be as serious as I can, given the right circumstances. However, psychologically I push people who want to enter into my world and be part of it away when i feel my 'comfort zone', my feelings are at risk of being hurt badly in the future. Probably it's what I have been through that I subconsciously do so. I don't intend to push people away. I love to be loved and cared for. I loved to be the centre of attention and show love. Please don't get me wrong. Its just that I can't take it when i get hurt over and over again. I rather be alone surrounded by myself in my 'comfort zone'.
I'm not an emotional train wreck. I dun have mood swings or will take you on a roller coaster ride with my mood. If you ask me, i will tell you i'm perfectly fine. I too like to be surrounded by my friends and know that people around me acknowledge my existence. A hermit is what I'm not. When I don't want to see you, you need to understand that I got my own 'stuff' to sort out.
I am capable of loving and being loved too. Its just that i want to make my choice one I won't regret later on in life. After seeing relationships break down, lives of people i know and some even care for change around me, of cos if given a choice i want my storybook to be different right? why go through life with the hassle of communication/relationship breakdowns when you know you can do something about it? When the power to change things is clearly in your hands, of course you set out to find the best possible solution, the best possible ending to your fairy tale.
Don't come and accuse me and ask me to go on fearing the fact that i am afraid to get hurt and push people away. I didn't ask you to pity me. I don't need it.
I reckon we as humans have a tendancy to complicate life. It could be simple and straightforward. I read a forwarded email on Friday. It went something like this:
A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenlyhis room filled with light, and the Lord appeared The Lord told the man he had work for him to do,and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained:that the man was to push against the rock with all his might.This the man did, Day after day. For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown,his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock,Pushing with all his might.
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore,and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.Since the man was showing signs of discouragement,the devil decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man's weary mind:"You have been pushing against that rock for a longtime, and it hasn't budged.Why kill yourself over this? You are never going to move it."Thus, giving the man the impression that the task was impossibleand that he was a failure.These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man."Why kill myself over this?" he thought. "I'll just put in my time,giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough."And that is what he planned to do, until one day hedecided to make it a matter of prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the Lord. "Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard inyour service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked.Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter.What is wrong? Why am I failing?"
The Lord responded compassionately,"My friend, when I asked you to serve meand you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rockwith all your strength, which you have done.Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it.Your task was to push.And now you come to me with your strength spent,thinking that you have failed.But is that really so? Look at yourself.Your arms are strong and muscled, your back is sinewy and brown,your hands are callused from constant pressure,and your legs have become massive and hard.Through opposition you have grown much,and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have.Yet you haven't moved the rock.But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faithand trust in My wisdom. This you have done.I, my friend, will now move the rock."
At times, when we hear a word from the Lord, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants,when actually what the Lord wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him....By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still the Lord who moves the mountains.For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believes ... Romans 1:16When everything seems to go wrong ... just P.U.S.H.!When the job gets you down ... just P.U.S.H.!When people don't react the way you think they should just P.U.S.H.!When your money looks "gone" and the bills are due ... just P.U.S.H.!When people just don't understand you ... just P.U.S.H.!
P.U.S.H. = Pray Until Something Happens!!!!!
Now i'm not a christian. Nor do i encourage stories like this to be told to me by people promoting their faith targeted at me. Nonetheless this story, I can say, inspired and uplifted me. The effect was the same as the Footprints story which I heard some time back, which some people mock for having religious promoting elements inside. when it comes to these things i guess im alittle sensitive. Look, I won't say I'm not religious. I am! I have a faith I believe in don't I? I'm a buddhist, or so I confess to be. But I rather it be I'm spiritual. When you're spiritual, you go beyond the boundries of defending your own religion and building a brick wall between you and the person next to you. When you are spiritual, you will always think that there is a supreme being, or can plug into the infinite intelligence of the universe (or things along that line) rather than say that there is God, or Jesus, or Buddha. When you are spiritual, you do not differentiate between your God and my God. God becomes... God, it belongs to nobody, it is the universe and not the creator of it. I dunno if any of this makes sense. Haha... Well it does to me, at least now.
Gosh! Look at home much I have written. I just want to look back at this posting some time later in the future with a smile on my face remembering how eventful today has been, one which started out lousy, turned worst, made me feel good and happy, then crappy then good and happy again to the state i am in right now.
Good night (or rather morning!)
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