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Lefty Tribal Ah Lian Sisters (LTALS)! ^-^ hahaha. love 'em! *throws chair*
my beloved plankie! lols. i ask her to take emo photo.. and she gave me this face.. rofl!
yongzhi~ hahaha. asked him to take photo.. he say dun wan.. but in the end, he posed for the camera.. wtp. hahaha!
16 shots of darling plankie.. heh.
okay.. i like this pic.. so cute please! ^^
read this from a book a few days ago and decided to post it up here.. as you read, refuse to let the scene be familiar.. let its reality shock u and break ur heart.. like how it did mine..
the thorns that God had sent to curse the earth's rebellion now twisted around his own brow....
"on your back with you!" one raises a mallet to sink in the spike. but the soldier's heart must continue pumping as he readies the prisoner's wrist. someone must sustain the soldier's life minute by minute, for no man has this power on his own. who supplies breath to his lungs? who gives energy to his cells? who holds his molecules together? only by the Son do "all things hold together" (Colossians 1:17). the victim wills that the soldier live on - he grants the warriors continued existence. the man swings.
as the man swings, the Son recalls how he and the Father first designed the medial nerve of the human forearm - the sensations it would be capable of. the design proves flawless - the nerves perform exquisitely. "up you go!" they lifted the cross. God is on display in his underwear and can scarcely breathe.
but these pains are mere a warm-up to his other and growing dread. he begins to feel a foreign sensation. somewhere during this day an unearthly foul odor began to waft, not around his nose, but his heart. he feels dirty. human wickedness starts to crawl upon his spotless being - the living excrement from our souls. the apple of his Father's eye turns brown with rot.
his Father! he must face his Father like this!
from heaven the Father now rouses himself like a lion disturbed, shakes his mane, and roars against the shriveling remnant of a man hanging on a cross. never has the Son seen the Father look at him so, never felt even the least of his of breath. but the roar shakes the unseen world and darkens the visible sky. the Son does not recognize these eyes.
"Son of Man! why have you behaved so? you have cheated, lusted, stolen, gossiped - murdered, envied, hated, lied. you have cursed, robbed, overspent, overeaten - fornicated, disobeyed, embezzled, and blasphemed. oh, the duties you have shirked, the children you have abandoned! who has ever so ignored the poor, so played the coward, so belittled my name? have you ever held your razor tongue? what a self-righteous, pitiful drunk - you, who molest young boys, peddle killer drugs, travel in cliques, and mock your parents. who gave you the boldness to rig elections, foment revolutions, torture animals, and worship demons? does the list ever end! splitting families, raping virgins, acting smugly, playing the pimp - buying politicians, practicing exhortation, filming pornography, accepting bribes. you have burned down buildings, perfected terrorist tactics, founded false religions, traded in slaves - relishing each morsel and bragging about it all. i hate, loathe these things in you! disgust for everything about you consumes me! can you not feel my warth?"
of course the Son of man is innocent. he is blameless-ness itself. the Father knows this. but the divine pair have an agreement, and the unthinkable must now take place. Jesus will be treated as if personally responsible for every sin ever committed.
the Father watches as his heart's treasure, the mirror image of himself, sinks drowning into raw, liquid sin. Jehovah's stored rage against humankind from every century explodes in a single direction.
"Father! Father! why have you forsaken me?!"
but heaven stops its ears. the Son stares up at the One who cannot, who will not, reach down or reply.
the Trinity had planned it. the Son endured it. the Spirit enabled him. the Father rejected the Son whom he loved. Jesus, the God-man from Nazareth, perished. the Father accepted his sacrifice for sin and was satisfied. The Rescue was accomplished.
don't move too quickly from this scene. keep gazing. The Rescue accomplished here was for you. John Stott writes, "before we can begin to see the cross as something done for us (leading us to faith and worship), we have to see it as something done by us (leading us to repentance)...... as we face the cross, then, we can say to ourselves both 'I did it; my sins sent Him there,' and 'He did it; His love took Him there.'"
did you see your own offenses on the list of sins that necessitated the Cross? if not, name them yourself. name your darkest sin. now reflect on the fact that Christ bore the punishment for that sin. He took the punishement you deserved. do you feel His passionate and specific love for you? He died for you. He was condemned and cursed so that you could go free - He was forsaken by God so that you would never be forsaken. (Hebrews 13:5)
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wow~
thank You for the cross Lord
thank You for the price You paid
thank You for the nail pierced hands
its also in these 7 months that brought us closer together =D
haha. project o did have lots of good times together.. am really gonna miss these darlings when we return to our own cellgroups.. o! i suddenly remembered sumthing.. hahaha. last friday, after cellgroup meeting.. a few of us were just sitting around at o-cafe talking and chilling.. and dunno for wad reasons.. we talked about our future weddings and kids.. lols. so dumb please.. but something funny came into my mind.. i was somehow seeing us, years down the road.. gathering to talk and chill.. and this time.. with our families and kids.. hahahaha! like wad the girls used to say "we'll all meet up and bring our kids shopping!" lols. it'll be damn dope please!
i'm truly gonna miss each and every1 of them.. even the instructors! ryan! carol! gin! daniel! kenny! everyone in DN1! really~ hahahaha. aiya.. why dun we just fail our final dance exam and just retain for another 9 months in project o and DN1? =p lols. o yea.. speaking of carol.. she left singapore again.. and this time.. for 1 whole year to travel with sun! ahhh~ so cool rite! haha. am gonna miss her bubbly self lots.. take care carol! :))
