<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:41:52.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let all things be done unto edifying.</title><subtitle type='html'>I pray sincerely that  this blog will glorify my Lord Jesus Christ and Him only.  It is my humble attempt, through my writings, to edify, exhort and to comfort all who are willing to waste their precious time in reading it.
( If through some miraculous way I do achieve this, please give all thanks and praise to God. But if in the more likely event that I do not achieve my goal, feel free to send vicious hate mail to shut down this monstrosity. I would gladly oblige. )</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-918902975990680801</id><published>2008-06-30T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:27:42.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timor Leste</title><content type='html'>Pics are up from my trip to Timor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/calvinkohmt/EastTimorPhotos?authkey=pwL2eW4C8D4"&gt; http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/calvinkohmt/EastTimorPhotos?authkey=pwL2eW4C8D4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-918902975990680801?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/918902975990680801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=918902975990680801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/918902975990680801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/918902975990680801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2008/06/timor-leste.html' title='Timor Leste'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-6023413767330989040</id><published>2008-06-26T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:31:11.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Receipt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoyK6pxylWU/SGMmaY6gVRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EWpaHCwOt7o/s1600-h/God%27s_receipt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoyK6pxylWU/SGMmaY6gVRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EWpaHCwOt7o/s320/God%27s_receipt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216055028231460114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-6023413767330989040?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/6023413767330989040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=6023413767330989040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/6023413767330989040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/6023413767330989040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2008/06/receipt.html' title='The Receipt'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoyK6pxylWU/SGMmaY6gVRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EWpaHCwOt7o/s72-c/God%27s_receipt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-5487163865640145140</id><published>2008-06-02T12:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:31:11.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>George of the jungle vs The Penguin</title><content type='html'>Read this very interesting post from this guy call &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/about.html"&gt;Seth Godin&lt;/a&gt;, an author and speaker who writes mainly about business, advertising and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;marketin&lt;/span&gt;g. This is his blog -  &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/"&gt;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes from his blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;hinking about Danny Devito&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="entry-body"&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;George Clooney is a movie star. He looks like one. He makes tens of millions of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dollars a year, hangs out at Cannes and has starlets falling at his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Danny Devito is exactly five feet tall. He was perfectly cast as the Penguin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you imagine the career advice Danny got? The well-meaning people who explained to him (as if he didn't know) that he didn't really look like George Cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ooney? That perhaps, maybe, he should consider a job as a personal trainer or short order cook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The math, however, tells us something different.(number of people resembling George Clooney)/(jobs for people resembling George Clooney) is a much bigger number than the ratio available to Danny. For the math challenged: Because everyone in Hollywood is trying to be George, there are a lot more opportunities for the few Dannys willing to show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Invest in Danny. The edges usually pay off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The reason why I found this post interesting is simply this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a world where many aim to be George Clooneys and no one wants to be Danny Devito, God IS looking out for the Dannys. Why? My opinion is that  most Dannys are pretty self aware and know they can never be a George Clooney. They are humbled by this fact and are grateful for whatever roles come their way, just as how christians should be grateful for the blessings that we have and be joyful in wherever God places us. ( My job sucks is a pretty common gripe. I stand guilty as charge.)&lt;br /&gt;Humility and gratitude. Two characteristics which are foreign to the mod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ern mind.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I wouldn't want to be a Danny Devito too.&lt;br /&gt;Shorter than average, a bit on the heavy side, balding and having looks that only a minority of people would say is "marginally cute, like a baby bear".&lt;br /&gt;But as Seth puts in his post " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Invest in Danny. The edges usually pay off."&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure God "invests" the most in the Dannys. Im also pretty sure God's heart is for the Dannys.&lt;br /&gt;One final thing that im also sure of...... One day, Dannys will rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause one day, in a world of Georges, God will have an important job that will require you to be a Danny Devito.&lt;br /&gt;When that day comes, what would you say to Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="entry-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoyK6pxylWU/SEOCYPTAX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CJkEN2VbAeI/s1600-h/dan-pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoyK6pxylWU/SEOCYPTAX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CJkEN2VbAeI/s320/dan-pen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207148947105144770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen. Matthew 20:16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of God. Matthew 5:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-5487163865640145140?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/5487163865640145140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=5487163865640145140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/5487163865640145140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/5487163865640145140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-of-jungle-vs-penguin.html' title='George of the jungle vs The Penguin'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoyK6pxylWU/SEOCYPTAX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CJkEN2VbAeI/s72-c/dan-pen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-116118951541862710</id><published>2006-10-19T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:22:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater love hath no man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/crow_comic_cover_005_cl.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" Love them like Jesus"   Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of her life is drifting away&lt;br /&gt;They’re losing the fight for another day&lt;br /&gt;The life that she’s known is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;A fatherless home, a child’s broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re holding her hand, you’re straining for words&lt;br /&gt;You trying to make - sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;She’s desperate for hope, darkness clouding her view&lt;br /&gt;She’s looking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love her like Jesus, carry her to Him&lt;br /&gt;His yoke is easy, His burden is light&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need the answers to all of life’s questions&lt;br /&gt;Just know that He loves her and stay by her side&lt;br /&gt;Love her like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Love her like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts lie in wait, in a room painted blue&lt;br /&gt;Little blessing from Heaven would be there soon&lt;br /&gt;Hope fades in the night, blue skies turn to gray&lt;br /&gt;As the little one slips away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re holding their hand, you’re straining for words&lt;br /&gt;You’re trying to make sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;They’re desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view&lt;br /&gt;They’re looking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love them like Jesus, carry them to Him&lt;br /&gt;His yoke is easy, His burden is light&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need the answers to all of life’s questions&lt;br /&gt;Just know that He loves them and stay by their side&lt;br /&gt;Love them like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all creation holds our lives in His hands&lt;br /&gt;The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands&lt;br /&gt;The Rock of our salvation holds our lives in His hands&lt;br /&gt;He cares for them just as He cares for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love them like Jesus, love them like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need the answers to all of life’s questions&lt;br /&gt;Just know that He loves them and stay by their side&lt;br /&gt;Love them like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Love them like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/crow_comic_cover_005_cl.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/320/crow_comic_cover_005_cl.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                        Kent Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                                     耶稣爱你不需要理由，因为他就是爱.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                                             信任这份爱，发扬这份爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-116118951541862710?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/116118951541862710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=116118951541862710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/116118951541862710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/116118951541862710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/10/greater-love-hath-no-man.html' title='Greater love hath no man'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115522514278450113</id><published>2006-08-10T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:27:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM</title><content type='html'>I was regretting the past&lt;br /&gt;And fearing the future ...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my Lord was speaking:&lt;br /&gt;" MY NAME IS I AM ". He paused.&lt;br /&gt;I waited. He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" WHEN YOU LIVE IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;WITH ITS MISTAKES AND REGRETS&lt;br /&gt;IT IS HARD. I AM NOT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME IS NOT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WAS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU LIVE IN THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;WITH ITS PROBLEMS AND FEARS&lt;br /&gt;IT IS HARD. I AM NOT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME IS NOT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL BE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU LIVE IN THIS MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT HARD&lt;br /&gt;I AM HERE&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME IS I AM. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                         Helen Mallicoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So do not worry about tommorrow ; for tommorrow will care for itself&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Each day has enough trouble on its own.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Matthew 6:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 3: 13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will restore to you the years that the locast hath eaten....&lt;br /&gt;Joel 2:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/400/flowers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115522514278450113?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115522514278450113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115522514278450113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115522514278450113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115522514278450113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am.html' title='I AM'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115496148191515235</id><published>2006-08-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:43:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Salvation is free but we are not home yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvation is a gift, as free as the air we breathe. It is to be obtained, like any other gift, without money and without price; there are no other terms.&lt;/span&gt; " To him that worketh not, but believeth." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;on the other hand, if we are to gain a crown, we must work on it. Let me quote a few verses in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Corinthians (3:11 - 15 ): " For other foundation can no man lay than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. But if any man buildeth on the foundation gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay, stubble; each man's work shall be made mainifest: for the day shall declare it, because it is revealed in fire: and the fire itself shall prove each man's work, of what sort it is. If any man's work shall abide, which he built thereon, he shall recieve a reward. If any man's work shall be burned, he shall suffer loss: but he himself shall be saved; yet so as through fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We see clearly from this that we may be saved, yet all our works burned up. I may have a wretched, miserable voyage through life, with no victory, and no reward at the end; saved, yet so as by fire, or as Job puts it, "with the skin of my teeth. " I believe that a great many men will barely get to heaven as Lot got out of Sodom, burned out, nothing left, works and everything else destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;It is like this: when a man enters the army, he is a member of the army the moment he enlists; he is just as much a member as a man who has been in the army ten or twenty years. But enlisting is one thing and participating in a battle another. Young converts are like those just enlisted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is folly for any man to attempt to fight in his own strength. The world, the flesh, and the devil are too much for any man, But if we are linked to Christ by faith, and He has formed in us the hope of glory, then we shall get the victory over every enemy. It is believers who are the overcomers. "Thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to truimph in Christ." Through Him we shall be more than conquerors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from " The Overcoming Life"  Dwight L. Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We cannot save oursleves nor santify ourselves, God does that; but God will not give us good habits, He will not give us character, He will not make us walk aright. We have to do that ourselves, we have to work out the salvation God has worked in.&lt;br /&gt;- Oswald Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115496148191515235?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115496148191515235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115496148191515235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115496148191515235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115496148191515235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-salvation-is-free-but-we-are-not.html' title='Yes, Salvation is free but we are not home yet.'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115471470149252537</id><published>2006-08-05T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:15:10.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing God in experience</title><content type='html'>Our fathers have told us and our own hearts confirm how wonderful is this sense of Someone there. It makes religion invulnerable to critical attack. It secures the mind against collapse under the battering of the enemy. They who worship the God who is present may ignore the objections of unbelieving men. Their experience is self-verifying and needs neither defense nor proof. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What they see and hear overwhelms their doubts and confirms their assurance beyond the power of argument to destroy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever else it embraces, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true Christian experience must always include a genuine encounter with God.&lt;/span&gt; Without this, religion is but a shadow, a reflection of reality, a cheap copy of an original once enjoyed by someone else we have heard. It cannot but be a major tragedy in the life of any man to live in a church from childhood to old age with nothing more real than some synthetic god compounded of theology and logic, but having no eyes to see, no ears to hear and no heart to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from " The Divine Conquest" by A. W. Tozer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are the children of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 8:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we have recieved, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Corinthians 2:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115471470149252537?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115471470149252537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115471470149252537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115471470149252537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115471470149252537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/08/knowing-god-in-experience.html' title='Knowing God in experience'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115444720187688903</id><published>2006-08-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:46:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nativity Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/400/nativity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nativity - the event of being born / the birth of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be this year's " The Passion of the Christ "? Scheduled for release in December 20o6 no less....Hmmm...I wonder. Since when was the Lord so popular in Hollywood? Or in the eyes of the world for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenativitystory.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  http://www.thenativitystory.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115444720187688903?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115444720187688903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115444720187688903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115444720187688903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115444720187688903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/08/nativity-story.html' title='The Nativity Story'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115444536177065859</id><published>2006-08-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:16:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musterion I</title><content type='html'>" Christanity is full of mystery. All the great doctrines of the faith are, in the last analysis, mysteries. Who can explain creation? ( ' He spoke and it was done ' ) the origin of evil? ( ' By one man sin entered into the world and death by sin.' ) the nature of God? ( ' God is spirit, infinite, eternal, unchangeable...' ) the nature of man? ( ' made in the image of God...and God breathed into his nostrils the breath of life.' ) incarnation? ( ' And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us. ') passion? ( ' This Jesus, delivered up according to the definite plan and foreknowledge of God, you crucified and killed by the hands of lawless men.' ) resurrection? ( ' He is the beginning, the first born from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent.') ascension? ( ' A cloud took him out of their sight. ') &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theology labels and describes these things. It does not explain them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sexuality is a mystery&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It represents one of the deepest of spiritual mysteries: the relationship between Christ and the Church. &lt;/span&gt;We will get hold of this better if it is enacted. There are two ' theaters' in which this mystery is played out: the Christian home, and the local church. This is the reason, I believe, why such clear and unequivocal instructions are issued regarding how men and women are to conduct themselves in those two places. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are actors in a play in which tremendous heavenly mysteries are being enacted on stage. We have got to stick to the parts assigned and follow the director, and in so doing we will discover, as we could not in any other way, our true nature and our destiny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" The Mark Of A Man"&lt;/span&gt; by Elisabeth Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 1:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created man in His own image, in THE IMAGE OF GOD He created him; male and female He created them.........God saw all that He had made, and behold, it was very good.&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 1:27, 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/lion_church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/400/lion_church.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115444536177065859?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115444536177065859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115444536177065859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115444536177065859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115444536177065859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/08/musterion-i.html' title='Musterion I'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115419388619567549</id><published>2006-07-30T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:26:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know now why cats need 9 lives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/getfuzzy21830100040405.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/320/getfuzzy21830100040405.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really hoping for a situation where I can use that line...... ( evil laughter optional )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Lord is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Psalm 145:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/getfuzzy2006020939728.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/320/getfuzzy2006020939728.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No great spiritual lesson here....just thinking that if someone analyses my DNA..it will have some traces of Bucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115419388619567549?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115419388619567549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115419388619567549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115419388619567549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115419388619567549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-now-why-cats-need-9-lives.html' title='I know now why cats need 9 lives...'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115419273563678792</id><published>2006-07-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:32:00.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/dilbert2003489960726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/320/dilbert2003489960726.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think everyone wishes they have a secret hiding place when trouble, pain or sorrow comes....or maybe even when life/work gets too tough or seemingly hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;( Erm, no. The office toilet is where you to escape to when you want to catch some shut eye...not the best place to go to escape from your problems-unless of course when they are of the bowel movement sort  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble, thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115419273563678792?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115419273563678792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115419273563678792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115419273563678792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115419273563678792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/07/hiding-place.html' title='Hiding place'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115400899621429433</id><published>2006-07-27T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:26:38.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to the Lord, sons</title><content type='html'>Stumbled on this song " Fearless " by a christian band, Building 429. Why 429? Apparently, they got this name from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ephesians 4:29&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the word "Building" means that they are constantly working on this verse in their lives. Building a life that epitomizes a life that ministers to others through their songs, through what comes out of their voices and lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I first heard this song I wasn't too impress. ( like it matters )&lt;br /&gt;I was more impress by their music video which is pretty well thought out, directed and produced. But, as always with many songs, this one just keeps playing in my head right now. The lyrics are pretty straight forward, about "being fearless before a crowd and speak God's truth. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The two missionaries featured in the video, is actually a team that documents a "reality show" about their mission trips. Here is a brief description of what they actually do from their website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;" Travel the Road, the groundbreaking reality television series that documents the adventurous lives of young missionaries Tim Scott and Will Decker over 18-months, through 25 countries, across 40,000 miles is a unique look into the world of frontline mission work.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;The journey is filled with danger, excitement, adventure and epic triumph as Tim and Will undertake unbelievable expeditions into the most remote areas of the world to bring the gospel. From the deserts of Ethiopia to the island villages of Papua New Guinea they travel from country to country with one backpack, a change of clothes, and a message of hope that pushes them deeper into the unknown.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The journey is a landmark television debut of reality programming with a purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" Fearless " Building 429&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t comprehend&lt;br /&gt;This power that draws me to you&lt;br /&gt;But I know for the cross&lt;br /&gt;I’ll consider it all lost&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to tell of the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the world may know&lt;br /&gt;That the world may know&lt;br /&gt;You have been heaven sent to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fearless for You&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fearless for You&lt;br /&gt;Take me I’m Yours&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fearless for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times that I’ve failed&lt;br /&gt;When my doubt has prevailed&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments I’m giving to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t fear the pain&lt;br /&gt;When it comes time to be living proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the world may see&lt;br /&gt;That the captives are free&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you have been heaven sent to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to bend&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to break&lt;br /&gt;And Headstrong I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A sample of the music video of the song "Fearless" can be seen here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY1Vs9uP1IY&amp;search=building%20429"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY1Vs9uP1IY&amp;search=building%20429&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Link to Travel The Road:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://www.traveltheroad.com"&gt;http://www.traveltheroad.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are uncomfortable with a "christian reality show" and the fact that it seems to glamorize an important and sacred work ( missions actually starts with wherever we are right now anyway).&lt;br /&gt;Just have this to say for whatever its worth: Don't mistake the form for substance. Anything done to honour God will always be honoured back by the Lord. Its the disposition of heart that is always always the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"...for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart." Samuel 15:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/fearless.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/400/fearless.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115400899621429433?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115400899621429433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115400899621429433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115400899621429433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115400899621429433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/07/sing-to-lord-sons.html' title='Sing to the Lord, sons'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-115384572925639030</id><published>2006-07-26T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:14:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to the Lord, daughters</title><content type='html'>Think women often write and relate to God from a very different perspective than men.&lt;br /&gt;Poetic, deep and very often vulnerable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought that this song "Held",though musically pleasing to the ears, is very fluffy. But after having a look at the lyrics, I change my mind totally. It is really a very deep and beautiful song that speaks about pain in a fallen &amp; sinful world.&lt;br /&gt;The idea that God inflicts pain on us sometimes cause He loves us, is humanly difficult to understand at times, even to us His children. But we learn. We trust.&lt;br /&gt;Cause He, the lover of our souls and the bearer of our sorrows, promised that He will never leave nor forsake us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies. For he doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lamentations 3:32-33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;".....&lt;/span&gt;for He hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;" Held " Natalie Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;natalie&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months is too little.&lt;br /&gt;They let him go.&lt;br /&gt;They had no sudden healing.&lt;br /&gt;To think that providence would&lt;br /&gt;Take a child from his mother while she prays&lt;br /&gt;Is appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who told us we'd be rescued?&lt;br /&gt;What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;We're asking why this happens&lt;br /&gt;To us who have died to live?&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means to be held.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;br /&gt;And you survive.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;br /&gt;When everything fell we'd be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hand is bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means to be held.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;br /&gt;And you survive.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;br /&gt;When everything fell we'd be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;If hope is born of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;If this is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means to be held.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;br /&gt;And you survive.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;br /&gt;When everything fell we'd be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/natalie&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A sample of the song "Held" can  be heard  here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9m8qVfClv6Q&amp;search=natalie%20grant"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9m8qVfClv6Q&amp;amp;search=natalie%20grant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;natalie&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/natalie&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;natalie&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;( "Held" is orignally written by a woman call Christa Wells, who wrote the song in a response to  the loss of two loved ones. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/natalie&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;natalie&gt;&lt;/natalie&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;natalie&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/1600/forgiven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3627/470/320/forgiven.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" Forgiven" by Thomas Blackshear II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/natalie&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;natalie&gt;&lt;/natalie&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;natalie&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/natalie&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-115384572925639030?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/115384572925639030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=115384572925639030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115384572925639030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/115384572925639030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2006/07/sing-to-lord-daughters.html' title='Sing to the Lord, daughters'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-112252440520780711</id><published>2005-07-28T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:28:43.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs are an expression of the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Surrender" Marc James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you my heart&lt;br /&gt;All that is within&lt;br /&gt;Lay it all down&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of you my king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Laying down my rights&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up my pride&lt;br /&gt;For the promise of new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I surrender&lt;br /&gt;All to you&lt;br /&gt;All to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing you this song&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at the cross&lt;br /&gt;And all the world holds dear&lt;br /&gt;Count it all as loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sake of knowing you&lt;br /&gt;Glory of your name&lt;br /&gt;Know the lasting joy&lt;br /&gt;Even sharing in your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I surrender&lt;br /&gt;All to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Knowing You (All I Once Held Dear)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I  once held dear, built my life upon,&lt;br /&gt;All this world reveres and wars to own;&lt;br /&gt;All I once thought gain I  have counted loss,&lt;br /&gt;Spent and worthless now compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing You, Jesus,    knowing You&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're my all, You're the best,&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy, my righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;And I love You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart's desire is to know You more,&lt;br /&gt;To be found in You and know as Yours,&lt;br /&gt;To possess by faith what I could not earn&lt;br /&gt;All surpassing gift of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to know the power of Your risen life,&lt;br /&gt;And to know You in Your sufferings;&lt;br /&gt;To become like You in Your death, my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;So with You to live and never die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-112252440520780711?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/112252440520780711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=112252440520780711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/112252440520780711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/112252440520780711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/07/songs-are-expression-of-heart.html' title='Songs are an expression of the heart'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111997505019200487</id><published>2005-06-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:08:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AW Tozer Gems</title><content type='html'>"How desperately the church at this moment needs men of courage is too well known to need repetition. Fear broods over the church like some ancient curse. Fear for our living, fear of our jobs. fear of losing popularity, fear of each other: these are the ghosts that haunt the men who stand today in church leadership. Many of them, however, win a reputation for courage by repeating safe and daring things with comical daring. Yet self-concious courage is not the cure. To cultivate the habit of "calling a spade a spade" may merely result in our making  a nuisance of ourselves and doing a lot of damage in the process. The ideal seems to be a quiet courage that is not aware of its own presence. It draws its strength each moment from the indwelling Spirit and is hardly aware of self at all. Such a courage will be patient also and well-balanced and safe from extremes. May God send a baptism of such courage upon us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When God's sheep are in danger, the shephard must not gaze at the stars and meditate on "inspirational" themes. He is  morally obliged to grab his weapon and run to their defense. When the circumstances call for it, love can use the sword, though by her nature she would rather bind up the broken heart and minister to the wounded. It is time for the prophet and the seer to make themselves heard and felt again. For the last three decades timidity disguised as humility has crouched in her corner while the spiritual quality of evangelical Christainity has become progressively worse year by year. How long, O Lord, how long?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111997505019200487?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111997505019200487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111997505019200487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111997505019200487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111997505019200487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/06/aw-tozer-gems.html' title='AW Tozer Gems'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111954063582853363</id><published>2005-06-23T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:27:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Jesus</title><content type='html'>I'm a sucker for songs that talks about Jesus as King. About His Kingdom. About His Majesty. About His coming in full glory.&lt;br /&gt;Do not know why... ( except for maybe the songs are always musically pleasing to my ears or just that maybe deep inside me is a kid wanting to be a knight ..and a knight in God's kingdom isn't such a bad deal )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fight the good fight of faith.... 2 Tim 6:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" Here is our King" David Crowder Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our king&lt;br /&gt;Here is our love&lt;br /&gt;Here is our God whos come to bring us back to him&lt;br /&gt;He is the one He is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He is our King&lt;br /&gt;He is our love&lt;br /&gt;He is our God whos come to bring us back to him&lt;br /&gt;He is the one He is Jesus, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From wherever spring arrived to heal the ground&lt;br /&gt;From wherever searching comes the look itself&lt;br /&gt;a trace of what we're looking for so be quiet now and wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is growing&lt;br /&gt;The tide is coming in here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our king&lt;br /&gt;Here is our love&lt;br /&gt;Here is our God whos come to bring us back to him&lt;br /&gt;He is the one He is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He is our King&lt;br /&gt;He is our love&lt;br /&gt;He is our God whos come to bring us back to Him&lt;br /&gt;He is the one He is Jesus, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And What was said to the rose to make it unfold&lt;br /&gt;was said to me here in my heart so be quiet and rest&lt;br /&gt;so be quiet and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is growing&lt;br /&gt;The tide is coming in here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our King&lt;br /&gt;Here is our Love&lt;br /&gt;Here is our God whos come to bring us back to him&lt;br /&gt;He is the one He is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He is our King&lt;br /&gt;He is our Love&lt;br /&gt;He is our God whos come to bring us back to him&lt;br /&gt;He is the one He is Jesus, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Finally(Here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111954063582853363?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111954063582853363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111954063582853363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111954063582853363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111954063582853363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/06/king-jesus.html' title='King Jesus'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111894137798161406</id><published>2005-06-17T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:33:05.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soverign and Holy is our Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" You are still  Holy "  Rita Springer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, You are still holy&lt;br /&gt;Even when the darkness surrounds my life&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign, You are still sovereign&lt;br /&gt;Even when confusion has blinded my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I don’t deserve Your kind affection&lt;br /&gt;When my belief has kept me from Your touch&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to be a pure reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of Your love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come into Your chambers&lt;br /&gt;And I dance at Your feet, Lord&lt;br /&gt;You are my Saviour&lt;br /&gt;And I’m at Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;All that has been in my life up to now&lt;br /&gt;Belongs to You&lt;br /&gt;For You are still holy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111894137798161406?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111894137798161406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111894137798161406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/06/soverign-and-holy-is-our-lord.html' title='Soverign and Holy is our Lord'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111894096368989097</id><published>2005-06-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:28:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessary preparation for heaven</title><content type='html'>" The story of greatness is not the story of a man or woman or family who runs and never stumbles or falls; rather, it is the story of those who DARE to run and stumble and fall, and who by the grace of God pick themselves up again and again and again. The story of a victory is not one without pain or sacrifice or disappointments, but one of holding on, of standing fast on the promises of God's Word, of knowing that while we may never understand the "whys" someday we shall see Him face to face, and it will be worth it all! "&lt;br /&gt;Marilee Pierce Dunker, daughter of Bob Pierce ( Founder of World Vision International )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perserverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;James 1:2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111894096368989097?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111894096368989097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111894096368989097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111894096368989097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111894096368989097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/06/necessary-preparation-for-heaven.html' title='Necessary preparation for heaven'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111893914413311047</id><published>2005-06-17T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:28:37.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy mercy, and for thy truth's sake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Psalm 115:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" Not to us "  Chris Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross before me the world behind&lt;br /&gt;no turning back&lt;br /&gt;raise the banner high&lt;br /&gt;it's not for me&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;let the heavens shake and split the sky&lt;br /&gt;let the people clap their hands and cry&lt;br /&gt;it's not for us&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;not to us&lt;br /&gt;but to YOUR name be the glory&lt;br /&gt;not to us&lt;br /&gt;but to YOUR name be the glory&lt;br /&gt;our hearts unfold before YOUR throne&lt;br /&gt;the only place for those who know&lt;br /&gt;it's not for us&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;send YOUR holy fire on this offering&lt;br /&gt;let our worship burn for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;it's not for us&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;for YOU&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;the earth is shaking&lt;br /&gt;the mountains shouting&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;the waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;the sun is raging&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;the universe is spinning and singing&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOUR children dancing&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;it's all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;my all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;my all for YOU&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111893914413311047?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111893914413311047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111893914413311047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111893914413311047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111893914413311047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/06/amen.html' title='Amen'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111695086490067288</id><published>2005-05-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:46:42.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing God and His Word</title><content type='html'>Just got a King James Commentary for my KJV and lo and behold, that very night, Our Heavenly Father spoke to me through this particular chapter in Thomas Kempis " Of The Imitation of Chirst". A real timely reminder. Learning to know God's word well is good and should be practiced, but it can never replace a  holy living.  I would think one will know God better through simple obedience and faith in our lives rather than searching the scriptures and knowing it from end to end but does not obey.&lt;br /&gt;Have we err when we put  knowledge above obedience?&lt;br /&gt;Have we confuse knowing the word of God as knowing the God of the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Humble Conceit of Ourselves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man naturally desires to know (Eccles 1:13) but what does knowledge avail without the fear of God? Better surely, is a humble laborer who serves God than a proud philosopher who, neglecting himself, studies the course of the heavens. Whoso knows himself well grows mean in his own conceit, and delights not in the praises of men. If I understood all things in the world and had not love ( 1 Cor 13:2), what would that help me in the sight of God, who will judge me according to my deeds?&lt;br /&gt;Cease from an inordinate desire of knowing, for therein is found much distraction and deceit. The learned are well pleased to seem so to others, and to be accounted wise. There be many things. which to know does little or nothing to the soul. And he is very unwise, who is intent upon any things except those which avail for his salvation. Many words do not satisfy the soul; but a good life comforts the mind, and a pure conscience gives great confidence toward God.&lt;br /&gt;How much the more and the better you know, so much the more rigourously shall you therefore be judged, unless your life has been the holier. Be not therfore lifted up for any art or science, but rather fear for the knowledge that is given you.&lt;br /&gt;If you think that you know many things and understand them well, know also that there are far more things which you know not. " Mind not high things" (Rom 12:16), but rather acknowledge your own ignorance. Why will you prefer yourself before another since there are many more learned, and more skillful in the law than you? If you will know or learn anything profitably, desire to be unknown and to be esteemed as nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The deepest and the most profitable lesson is this, the true knowledge and contempt of ourselves, and to think always well and highly of others. If you should see another openly sin, or commit some heinous offense, you ought not to esteem yourself the better; for you know not how long you shall be able to remain in good standing. All of us are frail, but you ought not to think anyone more frail than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A.W. Tozer  quotes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" The Scriptures, to be understood, must be read with the same spirit that originally inspired them. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" The devil is a better theologian than any of us and is a devil still"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111695086490067288?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111695086490067288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111695086490067288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/05/knowing-god-and-his-word.html' title='Knowing God and His Word'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111694677425045370</id><published>2005-05-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:36:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 2 good songs</title><content type='html'>Meaningful Lyrics, great sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" O Praise Him"  David Crowder Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your ear&lt;br /&gt;To Heaven and hear&lt;br /&gt;The noise inside&lt;br /&gt;The sound of angels awe&lt;br /&gt;The sound of angels songs&lt;br /&gt;And all this for a King&lt;br /&gt;We could join and sing&lt;br /&gt;'All for Christ our King!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How constant&lt;br /&gt;How divine&lt;br /&gt;This song of ours will rise&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how constant&lt;br /&gt;How divine&lt;br /&gt;This love of ours will rise&lt;br /&gt;Will rise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Ohh praise Him!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh praise Him!&lt;br /&gt;He is Holy!&lt;br /&gt;He is Holy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your gaze&lt;br /&gt;To Heaven and raise&lt;br /&gt;A joyous noise&lt;br /&gt;The sound of salvation come&lt;br /&gt;The sound of rescued ones&lt;br /&gt;And all this for a king&lt;br /&gt;Angels join to sing&lt;br /&gt;'All for Christ our King!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS {2}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la la..&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la la..&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la... laaa laa laa laaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How infinite and sweet&lt;br /&gt;This love so rescuing&lt;br /&gt;Oh how infinitely sweet&lt;br /&gt;This great love that has redeemed&lt;br /&gt;As one, we sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah,&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;He is Holy,&lt;br /&gt;He is Holy (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la la..&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la la..&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la... laaa laa laa laaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah,&lt;br /&gt;He is Holy&lt;br /&gt;He is Holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la la..&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la la..&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la la la la... laaa laa laa laaa laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" All The Earth" Parachute Band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;Into Your courts I will enter&lt;br /&gt;Maker of heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;I tremble&lt;br /&gt;In Your holy presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory&lt;br /&gt;Glory in Your sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Splendor and majesty Lord&lt;br /&gt;Before You&lt;br /&gt;All life adores You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the earth&lt;br /&gt;Will declare&lt;br /&gt;That Your love is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The fields will exalt&lt;br /&gt;Seas resound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the trees’&lt;br /&gt;Joyful cry&lt;br /&gt;Praising You and so will I&lt;br /&gt;A new song I’ll sing&lt;br /&gt;Lord I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorify and bless Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorify Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorify and bless Your name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111694677425045370?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111694677425045370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111694677425045370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-2-good-songs.html' title='Another 2 good songs'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111652225679627898</id><published>2005-05-20T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:38:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good song</title><content type='html'>This  is a beautiful song. It paints a picture that I know I will see one day. My hope. The world's hope. Come, Lord Jesus. Come.&lt;br /&gt;"Kings will surrender the crowns....... and worship Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" We all bow down " Kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princes and Paupers&lt;br /&gt;Sons and Daughters&lt;br /&gt;Kneel at the Throne of Grace&lt;br /&gt;Losers and Winners&lt;br /&gt;Saints and Sinners&lt;br /&gt;One day will see His face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;And we'll all bow down&lt;br /&gt;Kings will surrender their crowns&lt;br /&gt;and worship Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He is the Love of God&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer and Winter&lt;br /&gt;The mountains and the rivers&lt;br /&gt;Whisper the Savior's name&lt;br /&gt;Awesome and Holy&lt;br /&gt;A friend to the lonely&lt;br /&gt;Forever His love will reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll all bow down&lt;br /&gt;Kings will surrender their crowns&lt;br /&gt;And worship Jesus&lt;br /&gt;For He is the love, unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;He is the Love of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the Light of the world&lt;br /&gt;and Lord of the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll all bow down&lt;br /&gt;Kings will surrender their crowns&lt;br /&gt;And worship Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And worship Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And worship Jesus&lt;br /&gt;For He is the love, unfailing Love&lt;br /&gt;He is the Love of God&lt;br /&gt;Oh, He is the Love of God&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we'll all bow down&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111652225679627898?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111652225679627898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111652225679627898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111652225679627898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111652225679627898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-song.html' title='Good song'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111652119858171307</id><published>2005-05-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:27:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a job?</title><content type='html'>Every day, I go to work. That pretty much make up like 11 hours of my day. I sleep like maybe 6 hours. So that gives me like 7 hours for anything else on a work day. Now, with this amount of hours spend at work, one might  think that there's a payoff somewhere. That you sacrifice money for time. Interestingly, not the case. I earn minimum wage. Literally. I dare say I earn the least in the whole of my company and yet clock about the same or more hours. Even the receptionist (fact) earns more. Hell, after everything else, I get about the same when I was serving my national service and at least they provide lodgings and food. I may have gotten the same pay at my previous jobs but my payoff was that I had more time. This job gives me no cash and no time. It can get to you when your mind wanders and think " After ALL the hard work, I can barely make ends meet....." Thats the first issue of my job. Then, there's the unfavourable working conditions. Deadlines are impossible at times. Just this week, my efforts for a certain project  over a few days (including a sat) are rendered almost useless just cause of bad judgment/management and through no fault of my own, still got to finish the project and meet the deadline. Boss can even call you in on a sat (though to be fair, they pay on sat) nonchalently, like I'm obliged to do it.( yes, the boss does not not come in on sat) Normal, you may say. Thats life. Well, I would say true, but it does not  nullify the fact that one will and can get frustrated, agitated and discourage in these circumstance, no matter how "normal" it is.&lt;br /&gt;Question you may ask: Is there a point to all these whining, complains and "bitching"?  Yes. This is my point ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life. It can be a drag at times. But in the end, for whom and for what am I living for?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: For the Lord Jesus Christ. For His glory. For my Father's will to be done in my life. No matter the circumstances in my life ( if I be honest, my troubles if i can call it that, are really nothing compared to many) I must learn to live for God's glory and for His glory alone. God put me in this job. He provided. I do not know the full reason why and I do not need to know. I'm at my present job cause God wants me there. In the end, its all a matter of obedience, a surrendering of my will to God and to say " Let your will be done". My heart might have a burden to do something else altogether, but it is not the Lord's time for me to do that yet. So I will learn to wait. To cultivate patience. It will be foolish and rebellious of me to do and be anywhere else. To be in my Father's perfect will, thats what I hope and pray at all times.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that one of the reasons God wants me at my job is to learn how to raise above my circumstances with the help of the Holy Spirit . To learn to focus on Him even when the stresses and pressures of modern urban life sets in. To empathise and pray for those who walk the same path .To rest perfectly in His providence, to trust fully in His promises and to know that He loves me more than I will ever fully know. I need not strive. I need not fret. I need not worry. I need not fear and dread the circimstances in my life. I need not live a joyless life. I just need to obey. To know the  source of my very being, is the Almighty Himself. The one who created the heavens and the earth, and nothing ever happens with out His soverign permission. Yes, He is more than enough. And I can give thanks and sing praises to the God who is faithful always.&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks for the job I have. For the money, time and talent which God has bless me with. For my needs and more being met every single day. For the Lord giving me an increasing hunger for His word, for prayer, intercession for others. For His very presence in my life. For the privilage to be call a child of the Most High God.&lt;br /&gt;When my flesh cries out "Injustice! Unfair! My job should be more than this" then will the Holy Spirit whisper " Remember your brothers,sisters and many others all over the world who has so much lesser? You are bless more than you imagine. Do not rant and strive any more. Rest in me and obey my will."&lt;br /&gt;" Yes Lord. I will learn. I will be moulded by you, use by you for your glory and your glory alone. I surrender all. Give me your heart for I know how little of  love, compassion, mercy and grace I have for the peple in my life. For the little perserverance, courage and faith I show in my life. I am a weak man. A great sinner. In your grace I live daily .I will eternally be grateful for all that you have done for me. For your kingdom. For your will. For your glory. Always. Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111652119858171307?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111652119858171307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111652119858171307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111652119858171307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111652119858171307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-job.html' title='Just a job?'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111409563444455515</id><published>2005-04-21T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:39:56.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Useless Rumblings</title><content type='html'>Humility. Brokeness. Faith. Obedience.&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics the world spits on but which are worth more than gold in God's Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;He's everything. I'm nothing. I have to learn to give Him everything. Nothing is mine. Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I do sin, how ready is the Lord in recieving me back again......I am ashamed and astounded.&lt;br /&gt;Before Him I am clean again. Holy. Pure. Before Him I am always His child, His son, His servant, HIs soldier....not because of anything I do or will ever do.....just because of what My Lord Jesus Christ has done on the cross two thousand years ago. I know Him. He knows me. I betray Him like Judas. He still loves me with an everlasting love. Grace. that wonderful word again. Teach me Lord to walk in your ways. To live for your glory and yours only. To see Your will done at any costs. Use me. The me that is sinful, wretched, rotten, dirty and utterly useless. You see fit to use me...and I will always be amaze by the knowledge that the Almighty uses me. Uses me for His glory alone. How truely wonderful is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Majesty (Here I Am)" Delirious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am humbled by your Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Covered by your grace so free&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, knowing I'm a sinful man&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the blood of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine&lt;br /&gt;Since you laid down your life&lt;br /&gt;The greatest sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majesty, Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Your grace has found me just as I am&lt;br /&gt;Empty handed, but alive in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Majesty, Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Forever I am changed by your love&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of your Majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am humbled by the love that you give&lt;br /&gt;Forgiven so that I can forgive&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand, knowing that I'm your desire&lt;br /&gt;Sanctified by glory and fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine&lt;br /&gt;Since you laid down your life&lt;br /&gt;The greatest sacrifice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111409563444455515?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111409563444455515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111409563444455515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111409563444455515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111409563444455515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-useless-rumblings.html' title='The First Useless Rumblings'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111409697142390902</id><published>2005-04-21T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:18:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Truth We Christians Need To Relearn</title><content type='html'>" Feebleness of living reflects its weakness in the praying hours. We simply cannot talk strongly, intimately, and confidently to God unless we are living for Him, faithfully and truely. The prayer closet cannot become sanctified to God when the life is alien to His laws and purpose. We must learn this lesson well. Righteous character and Christlike conduct gives us a peculiar and preferential standing in prayer before God. The Word gives gives special emphasis to the part conduct has in imparting value to our praying."  ( Taken from " The necessity of prayer " by E.M. Bounds )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111409697142390902?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111409697142390902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111409697142390902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111409697142390902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111409697142390902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/04/truth-we-christians-need-to-relearn_21.html' title='A Truth We Christians Need To Relearn'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111237609028059654</id><published>2005-04-02T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:27:29.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying</title><content type='html'>God has brought to my attention of late, that He values and honours SINCERITY in our praying,..and IT IS important to Him. Often, in my praying, I realise that I don't mean what I pray at times. For example, in a prayer meeting, if the prayer agenda is for some unreach people group, I would pray for them and later realise, in all honesty, I don't seriously care what happens to them. Does God answer such prayers where my  heart is not in resonance with what I say? In my reflections, I believe that in His grace, He might answer. But at the same time He might not, for I am clearly going through the motions in my prayer. Worse thing is....when it does not bother me whether or not He answers! Such is my wretched state. ( Thanks be to God that He promise He will never leave me in this state )&lt;br /&gt;Insincere praying...does it offend God? Does He answer them? I don't think I have the all the answers but this much is true....we must examine ourselves and our intents when we pray, to ask the Holy Spirit to know our heart and try us [ Psalm 139:23 ], so that we will know our real intent, and pray prayers in the Holy Spirit that will move moutains, not just words or speeches that disappear into thin air, affecting nothing but the noise level.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this in turn will lead back to the same question I was asking myself.."What to do with my insincerity? How do I pray for people whom I don't really have love or compassion for? For things that I just simple don't care about as much as the things that are affecting my life?"..... I think God showed me the solution is to also to PRAY. Pray to God, and tell him honestly, that you don't have enough love and compassion to pray sincerely for people, to ask Him to provide you with His love and His empathy. Tell God that you don't care about the things you are praying for but you WANT to care, that He grants you power over your apathy, that He gives you a heart full of compassion. I think ( I could be wrong ) that this is a little bit of what our Lord meant when He said " Watch ye and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit truly is ready, BUT THE FLESH IS WEAK" [ Mark 14:38 ] Let us all start to pray sincere prayers.To be honest with our dealings with the Almighty and with our fellow men. God never played games with us......let us learn not to play games with Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111237609028059654?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111237609028059654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111237609028059654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111237609028059654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111237609028059654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/04/praying.html' title='Praying'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550121.post-111229608483617349</id><published>2005-04-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T03:08:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lord's command</title><content type='html'>This week, I made a trip to batam with a friend to visit  an orphanage and a few island villages. It was a big eye opener for me. God, in His grace and wisdom, taught me alot of things through the people and environment. I was greatly blessed and ministered to just by meeting the people running the orphanage and the village school where I stayed for one night. Their faith and their commitment to the children and the villagers just puts me to shame of how I can complicate and drag my faith through mud at times. Unfruitful debates of theology ,"holier than thou" judgements of other christians, complains and rantings about what I have not etc. God can be so displeased with me and yet how patient He is with me...... &lt;br /&gt;Did not Jesus command us to serve, to love thy neighbour as  we love ourselves, to make disciples of all men? This brothers and sisters in Christ, were willing to let go of their comfortable life, all of them city folks, to serve and to reach total strangers, to love them enough, to be use by God for His kingdom and His glory. Such simple but powerful faith! There were 2 women who are from the village school/church, one a teacher and the other a pastor,who related how difficult it was for them the first few weeks they were there. Overcome with lonliness, both related how they cry themselves to sleep those nights...but  here they are, still serving the Lord, loving the people and children who they come into contact daily. Simple awe inspiring. &lt;br /&gt;I have always thought  that it takes a special kind of christian with a certain kind of character and personality to do foriegn mission work. Well, through this trip, I have learnt that Im only half right. Yes, it does take a "special" kind of christian to live, work, play, evangelise and minister on foreign soil as it is often a difficult way of life ( I think ), BUT God brought to my mind, of how He can and will, transform any of us (yes, that means you and me) to have that special kind of character and personality ( Christlikeness ) to be a bringer of good news, speaker of truth to all the nations..... &lt;br /&gt;On God's part, a promise to transform and equip us through the power of the Holy Spirit [ Acts 1:8 ] , on our part, a sincere seeking of His will for our lifes( of course, NOT ALL of us are called to foriegn lands ), a surrendered life and an obedient &amp; faithful heart. Thing is, are we ready to go for all the way with God? Do we really want His will to be done at whatever costs? Truth is, there was a time I could not care less about the great comission [ Mark16:15 ] and I  did not  want God's will to be done in my life. Yet, at this point in time,  I cannot escape from this fact: Gods heart and will is really for ALL the nations of the earth to come to a saving knowledge of His good news of forgiveness of sin and eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. Do we, as His children, have the same heartbeat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550121-111229608483617349?l=farttut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/feeds/111229608483617349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550121&amp;postID=111229608483617349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111229608483617349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550121/posts/default/111229608483617349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farttut.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-lords-command_01.html' title='Our Lord&apos;s command'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18349069841172964689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
