Thursday, March 27, 2008
At time's I just like posting up articles mainly to instigate though and act as encouragement to others. I know its from a chain letter, But I truly agree with the content. So I hope it does edify some of you and apologies for being a bore ;) Don't give up.....
One day I decided to quit...
I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
"God", I asked, "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me...
"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.
"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light.
I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its brilliant green covered the floor.
Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.
"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.
But I would not quit.
In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would
not quit." He said.
"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared
to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6
months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.
I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."
He asked me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots".
"I would not quit on the bamboo.
I will never quit on you."
"Don't compare yourself to others."
He said.
"The bamboo had a different Purpose than the fern.
Yet they both make the forest beautiful."
"Your time will come", God said to me.
"You will rise high"
"How high should I rise?"
I asked.
"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.
"As high as it can?" I questioned.
"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."
I left the forest and brought back this story.
I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.
Never, Never, Never Give up.
For the Prayer is not an option but an opportunity.
Don't tell the Lord how big the problem is,
tell the problem how Great the Lord is!
Monday, March 24, 2008
By HELEN O'NEILL, AP Special Correspondent Sun Mar 23, 11:37 PM ET taken from Yahoo News. A young, ambitious immigrant from Guatemala who dreamed of becoming an architect. A Nigerian medic. A soldier from China who boasted he would one day become an American general. An Indian native whose headstone displays the first Khanda, emblem of the Sikh faith, to appear in Arlington National Cemetery.These were among more than 100 foreign-born members of the U.S. military who earned American citizenship by dying in Iraq. Jose Gutierrez was one of the first to fall, killed by friendly fire in the dust of Umm Qasr in the opening hours of the invasion. In death, the young Marine was showered with honors his family could only have dreamed of in life. His sister was flown in from Guatemala for his memorial service, where a Roman Catholic cardinal presided and top military officials saluted his flag-draped coffin. And yet, his foster mother agonized as she accompanied his body back for burial in Guatemala City: Why did Jose have to die for America in order to truly belong? Cardinal Roger Mahony of Los Angeles, who oversaw Gutierrez's service, put it differently. "There is something terribly wrong with our immigration policies if it takes death on the battlefield in order to earn citizenship," Mahony wrote to President Bush in April 2003. He urged the president to grant immediate citizenship to all immigrants who sign up for military service in wartime. "They should not have to wait until they are brought home in a casket," Mahony said. But as the war continues, more and more immigrants are becoming citizens in death — and more and more families are grappling with deeply conflicting feelings about exactly what the honor means. Gutierrez's citizenship certificate — dated to his death on March 21, 2003, — was presented during a memorial service in Lomita, Calif., to Nora Mosquera, who took in the orphaned teen after he had trekked through Central America, hopping freight trains through Mexico before illegally sneaking into the U.S. "On the one hand I felt that citizenship was too late for him," Mosquera said. "But I also felt grateful and very proud of him. I knew it would open doors for us as a family." "What use is a piece of paper?" cried Fredelinda Pena after another emotional naturalization ceremony, this one in New York City where her brother's framed citizenship certificate was handed to his distraught mother. Next to her, the infant daughter he had never met dozed in his fiancee's arms. Cpl. Juan Alcantara, 22, a native of the Dominican Republic, was killed Aug. 6, 2007, by an explosive in Baqouba. He was buried by a cardinal and eulogized by a congressman but to his sister, those tributes seemed as hollow as citizenship. "He can't take the oath from a coffin," she sobbed. There are tens of thousands of foreign-born members in the U.S. armed forces. Many have been naturalized, but more than 20,000 are not U.S. citizens. "Green card soldiers," they are often called, and early in the war, Bush signed an executive order making them eligible to apply for citizenship as soon as they enlist. Previously, legal residents in the military had to wait three years. Since Bush's order, nearly 37,000 soldiers have been naturalized. And 109 who lost their lives have been granted posthumous citizenship. They are buried with purple hearts and other decorations, and their names are engraved on tombstones in Arlington as well as in Mexico and India and Guatemala. Among them: • Marine Cpl. Armando Ariel Gonzalez, 25, who fled Cuba on a raft with his father and brother in 1995 and dreamed of becoming an American firefighter. He was crushed by a refueling tank in southern Iraq on April 14, 2003. • Army Spc. Justin Onwordi, a 28-year-old Nigerian medic whose heart seemed as big as his smiling 6-foot-4 frame and who left behind a wife and baby boy. He died when his vehicle was blown up in Baghdad on Aug. 2, 2004. • Army Pfc. Ming Sun, 20, of China who loved the U.S. military so much he planned to make a career out of it, boasting that he would rise to the rank of general. He was killed in a firefight in Ramadi on Jan. 9, 2007. • Army Spc. Uday Singh, 21, of India, killed when his patrol was attacked in Habbaniyah on Dec. 1, 2003. Singh was the first Sikh to die in battle as a U.S. soldier, and it is his headstone at Arlington that displays the Khanda. • Marine Lance Cpl. Patrick O'Day from Scotland, buried in the California rain as bagpipes played and his 19-year-old pregnant wife told mourners how honored her 20-year-old husband had felt to fight for the country he loved. "He left us in the most honorable way a man could," Shauna O'Day said at the March 2003 Santa Rosa service. "I'm proud to say my husband is a Marine. I'm proud to say my husband fought for our country. I'm proud to say he is a hero, my hero." Not all surviving family members feel so sure. Some parents blame themselves for bringing their child to the U.S. in the first place. Others face confusion and resentment when they try to bury their child back home. At Lance Cpl. Juan Lopez's July 4, 2004, funeral in the central Mexican town of San Luis de la Paz, Mexican soldiers demanded that the U.S. Marine honor guard surrender their arms, even though the rifles were ceremonial. Earlier, the Mexican Defense Department had denied the Marines' request to conduct the traditional 21-gun salute, saying foreign troops were not permitted to bear arms on Mexican soil. And so mourners, many deeply opposed to the war, witnessed an extraordinary 45-minute standoff that disrupted the funeral even as Lopez's weeping widow was handed his posthumous citizenship by a U.S. embassy official. The same swirl of conflicting emotions and messages often overshadows the military funerals of posthumous citizens in the U.S. Smuggled across the Mexican border in his mother's arms when he was 2 months old, Jose Garibay was just 21 when he died in Nasiriyah. The Costa Mesa police department made him an honorary police officer, something he had hoped one day to become. America made him a citizen. But his mother, Simona Garibay, couldn't conceal her bewilderment and pain. It seemed, she said in interviews after the funeral, that more value was being placed on her son's death than on his life. Immigrant advocates have similar mixed feelings about military service. Non-citizens cannot become officers or serve in high-security jobs, they note, and yet the benefits of citizenship are regularly pitched by recruiters, and some recruitment programs specifically target colleges and high schools with predominantly Latino students. "Immigrants are lured into service and then used as political pawns or cannon fodder," said Dan Kesselbrenner, executive director of the National Immigration Project, a program of the National Lawyers Guild. "It is sad thing to see people so desperate to get status in this country that they are prepared to die for it." Others question whether non-citizens should even be permitted to serve. Mark Krikorian of the conservative Center for Immigration Studies, argues that defending America should be the job of Americans, not non-citizens whose loyalty might be suspect. In granting special benefits, including fast-track citizenship, Krikorian says, there is a danger that soldiering will eventually become yet another job that Americans won't do. And yet, immigrants have always fought — and died — in America's wars. During the Cvil War, the Union army recruited Irish and German immigrants off the boat. Alfred Rascon, an illegal immigrant from Mexico, received the Medal of Honor for acts of bravery during the Vietnam war. In the 1990s, Gen. John Shalikashvili, born in Poland after his family fled the occupied Republic of Georgia, became chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. After the Iraq invasion, the U.S. Embassy in Mexico fielded hundreds of requests from Mexicans offering to fight in exchange for citizenship. They mistakenly believed that Bush's order also applied to nonresidents. The right to become an American is not automatic for those who die in combat. Families must formally apply for citizenship within two years of the soldier's death, and not all choose to do so. "He's Italian, better to leave it like that," Saveria Romeo says of her 23-year-old son, Army Staff Sgt. Vincenzo Romeo, who was born in Calabria, died in Iraq and is buried in New Jersey. A miniature Italian flag marks his grave, next to an American one. "What good would it do?" she says. "It won't bring back my son." But it would allow her to apply for citizenship for herself, a benefit only recently offered to surviving parents and spouses. Until 2003 posthumous citizenship was granted only through an act of Congress and was purely symbolic. There were no benefits for next of kin. Romeo says she has no desire to apply. She says she couldn't bear to benefit in any way from her son's death. And besides, she feels Italian, not American. Fernando Suarez del Solar just feels angry — angry at what he considers the futility of a war that claimed his only son, angry at the military recruiters he says courted young Jesus relentlessly even when the family still lived in Tijuana. His son was just 13, Suarez del Solar said, when he was first dazzled by Marine recruiters in a California mall. For the next two years Jesus begged the family to emigrate and eventually they did, settling in Escondido, Calif., where the teen signed up for the Marines before he left high school. Lance Cpl. Jesus Suarez Del Solar was 20 when he was killed by a bomb in the first week of the war. He left behind a wife and baby and parents so bitter about his death that they eventually divorced. Today, his 52-year-old father has become an outspoken peace activist who travels the country organizing anti-war marches, giving speeches and working with counter-recruitment groups to dissuade young Latinos from joining the U.S. military. "There is nothing in my life now but saving these young people," he says. "It is just something I feel have to do." But first he had to journey to Iraq. He had to see for himself the dusty stretch of wasteland where his son became an American. In tears, he planted a small wooden cross. And he prayed for his son — and for all the other immigrants who became citizens in death.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
It's that time of the year again and Easter is around the corner. So first and foremost I would like to wish everyone a "Blessed Easter". To me I've honestly never really thought a big deal about easter. I'm like yeah, I know JC died and rose again on this day, So thats why we celebrate it and stuff. But I'd like to think that I'm the kind of person that celebrates his resurrection on a daily basis, And I do not have to wait for a certain allocated day to ring out my praises for his mighty deeds. It could kinda flow into the "valentine's day" debate huh!?
But anyways, I got into thinking. I've always associated Easter with chocolate eggs. I mean I used to look forward to easter merely because of the eggs I'd receive from my parents, friends, ...ect. Even at school we'd have pretty awesome activities like chocolate egg hunts and all that razz and jazz. I used to believe in the Easter Bunny. Now don't laugh yet! I believed in the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause and that Monster under my bed. But like most kids, I outgrew it with age.In all honesty the actual reason I stopped believing in all of them was because they stopped delivering gifts to me once I shifted to Malaysia... Those buggers....
One day I found out why the Easter Bunny stopped delivering chocolate eggs to me!
Poor rabbit got in a hit and run
Anyways, Much later I found out what the true meaning of Easter was. Prior to contrary belief. It isnt all about the chocolate eggs!
So what is Easter then?Celebrating the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. Christians all over the world will celebrate the reason that they are Christians, and the fulfillment of God's promise to save them from the sin that came in through Adam. The means was Jesus Christ, whom God sent to live on earth as man, die a criminal's death in atonement for that sin, and rise again, to release mankind from eternal bondage.
What does that mean to me?
That mate! Means you have your rear end covered and you literally have a "Get out of Jail Free card" from your past life and Sin.
Getting saved is as easy as counting to five. All it takes is acknowledging that
1) God loves Me
2) I have Sinned
3) Solution = Jesus Christ
4) Decision = Recieve Jesus
So like yeah. Easter is celebration of rebirth and renewal. So why don't you check out the true meaning of Easter, And in the spirit of things give it a shot. Happy Easter Everyone!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Just how awesome and kick ass is my God?
Well one of the people I've been praying for that I met in the hospital has had a miracle and has been rid of HIV and TB. Saying he was healed would be a technical frazzle since medically, It cannot be cured. Circumstances don't bind my God, But he binds circumstances. It's pretty awesome to see how far this guy has come.
When I first met him in the General Hospital, He could hardly move, I initially thought that he was paralyzed. Since he couldn't even lift up a spoon I offered to feed him. He's come a long way since then. He's healed up nicely, FULLY CURED.
From when he first entered the hospital, He had a reputation for having a temper amongst the nurses. But now when ever I visit him, He's all smiles. It's pretty awesome seeing a person totally given an overhaul from God. For its true! Christ not only gives salvation, but restoration, joy , peace.... and the list just goes on and on. I'm really happy for him. And I believe this will be my first of many more testimonies of healing and miracles as I continue to go around for hospital visitations.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
In regards to my last post (If you read it). I was actually rambling about how into cooking I was. So today just like any usual day, I headed to college, Before entering I was stopped by this persistent camera crew in search for a sucker raw talent. I couldn't shake them off, So i finally agreed to answer a few questions they asked on camera. The crew was from the curry powder mill Baba's and I knew they asked me because I was Indian! So I'd definitely enjoy curry. It was a smart presumption if not blatantly obvious for that fact. Anyways they proceeded to ask me If I could cook and stuff, Which I replied with a dishonest "No" to merely get rid of them. Sadly this piqued they're interest and they started bombarding me with a few other questions. Finally they invited me to a cook off to head on head with other amateur cooks, Which I agreed to. Hey, who wouldn't love cooking if all the utensils and ingredients would be provided, I mean the only daunting thing is that its in front of a live audience. But its like a once in a lifetime opportunity, The door knocked! I opened it. Soooo...... I should be on TV soon enough facing off with other "amateur" cooks, so called amateur cooks la!. But hey! I think its good exposure, So bring it on. I should be on TV soon enough during BABA's time slot. Grinning like the idiot I am with curry powder flying around my head like shining halo. Oh well, Thats showbiz for you eh. Now wheres my paycheck?
Monday, March 17, 2008
These past few months have stirred up my interest for cooking. How did it all start? Probably when I used to stay with my dad and he used to whip up meals with ease. I used to stand at the doorway of the kitchen and watch him work around the kitchen making meals. He used to cook for us. And he was a marvelous cook. Anyone who had tried his food, would have agreed with me. His curries were divine. They're something that I miss. The colors and smells of the kitchen, The myriad of assorted dishes and curries he would whip up for just a meal for two of us was remarkable. And he used to spoil me in this area, As he would always cook up something I liked to please me. Wether it was a simple vegetable stir fry to an awesome crab curry. Honestly, looking back at it. Seeing him cook in the kitchen is something that I miss. My dad always took pride in cooking, He was a tried and true perfectionist. Never settling for second best in whatever he prepared. His love for cooking I believe he eventually passed to me. And now I scour the kitchen, attempting to replicate the dishes that I love.
I've so far been able to make a few curries. Probably chicken curry is my best so far. But Ive still far to reach to even coming close to his standards. But thats ok ! I still have an entire lifetime to perfect my curries.
Anyone who's read Jamie Olivers book's know that his colorfully illustrated books have been made in a way to make you "semangat" to cook. Pouring through his books, one cannot help but feel pumped up to cook. I've even been downloading Gordan Ramsay's cooking series from the internet. They like teach you how to cook dishes from scratch. And they're like pretty awesome in appearance and presentation. They teach you from the basic skills down to the pro techniques used in the kitchen. I've been filled with so many ideas on what to whip up and for what occasions. I cant wait to try all of this out. Now if only I could find more guinea pigs~
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Phew!
Life is getting more and more hectic
It seems that every week that passes by I'm learning more and more things.
Every day that passes by, challenges me to change my past perspectives and outlooks
Crafting new dreams and envisioning a deeper and a greater future.
If i could sum up the past 3 months. I would use the word "defining"
The transition isn't complete, But I am learning along the way. childhood Dreams have died
Hopes and visions have died along with it. Take note that I'm not blogging from a pessimistic
point of view, But one of optimism. That for ones new self to emerge, The death of your old self needs to take
place.
My internal furniture is being re-arranged. Mind soul and body is being re crafted.
I'm seeing myself move into areas I wouldn't have thought possible years back.
even certain decisions which I decide, I'm looking at viewpoints which I would never have considered
months back. I'm start University this coming Monday. Its going to be an absolutely new chapter. New people,
Different perspectives and view points, a medley of fresh lecturers. Its going to be an interesting time.
I'm absolutely looking forward to 2008. I'm looking forward to seeing myself progress spiritually and naturally
even more then before, In new areas. I'm hoping in due time I'll be given the opportunity to pour out my life
and build up my own disciples. But probably that might be a long time away, For I know I still have a lot
of remolding in my life to do. But hey! I'm ready for it. So bring it on.
All I can say is God is leading me down a path. It's not been an easy path and it wont get any easier as time
goes by. But the fact remains I've made a covenant with God. And I'll willingly surrender myself to his will
regardless of the price or the pain that needs to be borne. For the fact remains and the ultimatum is....
"His grace is sufficient for Me"
One of the songs in Disciple's Scars Remain portray my exact sentiments. Below You'll find the lyrics.
Disciple - Game On
When the lights go up and the game is on
Are you ready for me? Cause I'm ready for you
When the bell rings out and the fight is on
Are you ready for me? Cause I'm ready for you
It's time for us to start throwing down
Take a look and see who's standing now
Didn't even know that you and I were cross
Until a sneak attack from the weak side
Unaware that we were in a fight
I guess that's part of the problem, but guess what
Say what you want to say about me
Throw up what you want to throw up at me
But when you mess with those that are around me
That's when you and I will have a problem
I'm not afraid of loving my enemies
Turning the other cheek
Blessing those that would curse me
I honestly want peace with you
But when you come against my country
When you come against my family
You try to destroy my people
I can't just stand by
There's no way that I can stand by
This time, I will not stand by
I am coming, and if I come, then pain is coming with me
I'm coming, and pain will be with me
And thus let the battle begin. I'm stepping out on faith even bordering on insanity to some. But I believe that Faith defies logic and wisdom. So game on! The gloves are off! And the end of all things will be publicized.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
This is so beautiful I just have to post it. I might be like the last dude on the planet to have viewed it, But it doesn't matter, Because the impact of watching it was as great. Ive watched this for a total of four times tonight alone. And it doesn't stop the fact that I'm brought to tears each and every time I view it. If you haven't heard of this skit before, I highly encourage you to view it. If you've seen it before. I encourage you to view it again, Because I believe that the message contained within it is priceless and incredibly powerful to sledgehammer you multiple times. Just as long as your heart is open. My prayer is that it will speak to you as deeply as it spoke to me, And shed some light on the depths of Gods love for you, no matter how minuscule of a portrayal it is.
Lifehouse - Everything skit
Adobe Photoshop Elements for supernatural abilities