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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Good Friday and Easter

Nowadays, the frequency that I log on to blogger is so few that I am in serious danger of forgetting my blogger password anytime. -_-

I dunno why. Perhaps I have been spending less time on the computer. I only go online when its absolutely necessary. As for busyness, I guess it has always been the same - ever since I started working. It's just that I spend more time watching TV, reading the bible, marking myschool stuff and less time on the net now.

I am also thinking of changing my blog skin and layout but honestly, I know I am rusty with all those coding, alignment and colour - stuff to do with webpage designing... :P I think I will need some time before I get in sync with all these again.

Maybe I should just think less and start writing...

Ok, a few things prompted me to write this post. I attended two services on Good Friday - one in the morning in my home church WEFC. The service was moving and I was once again reminded of the painful and bruesome price that Christ paid to free me from my sins. I wept during the service and felt upset at myself for taking Christ's death so lightly at times and also touched at Christ's great love for mankind and for me.

Then in the evening, I went to Lighthouse Evangelism (also in Woodlands) to hear Rayson Tan and Chen Liping's testimony of how they became Christians. As I heard their testimony, I was honestly shocked to hear how bounded they were by Fengshui superstitions. One of the advice that their fengshui master gave them was that they shouldn't use the master bedroom toilet or else it might flush their fortune and so the couple did not use their master bedroom toilet for 8 years faithfully. It got to a point where they were so afraid of doing so many things in life because they afraid of upsetting those Feng Shui laws which might in turn mean bad luck for them. I am glad that they have placed all these behind them now. By the way, I was pleasantly surprised that it was Li Nanxing who introduced Rayson and Liping to Christ! Chor Meng and his wife were at the service too. Well, praise the Lord for this divine arrangement. Yes, there is indeed a timing for everything, including knowing Christ as our saviour.
The Look
Lyrics by John Newton, Additional Lyrics by Bob Kauflin
I saw one hanging on a tree
In agony and blood
Who fixed His loving eyes on me
As near His cross I stood
And never till my dying breath
Will I forget that look
It seemed to charge me with His death
Though not a word He spoke
My conscience felt and owned the guilt
And plunged me in despair
I saw my sins His blood had spilt
And helped to nail Him there
But with a second look
He said“I freely all forgive
This blood is for your ransom paid
I died that you might live”
Forever etched upon my mind
Is the look of Him who died
The Lamb I crucified
And now my life will sing the praise
Of pure atoning grace
That looked on me and gladly took my place
Thus while His death my sin displays
For all the world to view
Such is the mystery of grace
It seals my pardon too
With pleasing grief and mournful joy
My spirit now is filled
That I should such a life destroy
Yet live by Him I killed
© 2001 Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI).


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