爱真实，不是理想。。。

最恶心的人用好话来讨人喜欢，装一幅比耶稣更慈祥的样子。 最可怜的人后来发现自己的“慈祥”都建立在自己的自私上。

劝勉的话虽然很难说； 但若是不说将更难过。



不讨神喜悦的生活，你我承担得起吗？

完全照着你的旨意行

Maybe you were watching the 9pm show, or maybe you were surfing the net, listening to songs, or taking late dinner... What were you doing on Monday night 9pm-10pm? Students of Virginia Tech University were suffering massacre.

Gunman=Cho, South Korean. He managed to kill 33 mates(2 died later) on Monday morning. It's amazing how your compassion grow, how you leave your work to share the sorrows with those suffering now, as you read the profiles. None of the dead have to die this way, yes including the murderer who later killed himself. I'lll share those which I have photos of:

Lauren McCain, 20, of Hampton, Va., an undergraduate majoring in international studies.
McCain listed “the love of my life” as Jesus Christ.
Her family said McCain became a Christian some time ago.
Her life since that time has been filled with His love that continued to overflow to touch everyone who knew her.
Her uncle Jeff Elliott told The Oklahoman newspaper that she was an avid reader, was learning German and had almost mastered Latin.
She was home-schooled, he said, and had worked at a department store for about a year to save money for college.
She spent several years of her childhood in Oklahoma, but her father’s Navy career also took the family to Florida, Texas and then to Virginia.

Jarrett Lane, 22, from Narrows, Va., a senior majoring in civil engineering who was valedictorian(chosen to make a speech upon graduation) of his high school class.
His high school put up a memorial to Lane that included pictures, musical instruments and his athletic jerseys.
Lane played the trombone, run track, and played football and basketball at Narrows High School.
Lane’s brother-in-law Daniel Farrell called Lane fun-loving and “full of spirit.”
He had a caring heart and was a friend to everyone he met.
Jarrett Lane was a very humble and down-to-earth guy and there couldn't have been any sweeter person to have a conversation with.
His small town is feeling the effects of this heinous crime that took place just 20 minutes away.

Matthew La Porte, from Dumont, N.J., a sophomore majoring in university studies.
He had been an Air Force cadet at Virginia Tech, according to his former platoon leader, David Wheeler.
Matthew was an exemplary student at Carson Long whose love of music and fellow cadets were an inspiration to all on campus.
La Porte graduated third in his class and was also drum major for the school's drum during his senior year.
Matthew was one of those elite cadets who went above and beyond the call of duty during his stay as a cadet in Air Force ROTC at Virginia Tech.

Alameddine was a graduate of Austin Preparatory School in Reading, Mass.
Friends created a memorial page on Facebook page that described Alameddine as "an intelligent, funny, easy going guy."
"You're such an amazing kid, Ross," wrote Zach Allen, who also attended Austin Prep, according to his profile.
"You always made me smile, and you always knew the right thing to do or say to cheer anyone up."

Mary Read, 19, of Annandale, Va.
She was born in South KoreaTexas and CaliforniaVirginia suburb of Annandale.
Read considered a handful of colleges, including nearby George Mason University, before choosing Tech.
It was a popular destination among her Annandale High School classmates, not forgetting that she has yet to declare a major.

Daniel O'Neil, 22, of Lincoln, R.I. A graduate student in environmental engineering, he also played guitar and wrote his own songs, which he posted on a Web site, www.residenthippy.com.
Friend Steve Craveiro described him as smart, responsible and a hard worker, someone who never got into trouble.

Henry Lee, also known as Henh Ly, was the ninth of 10 siblings whose family fled to the United States from Vietnam, arriving in Roanoke in 1994.
Friends described the diminutive(small sized) Lee as a serious student who wasn’t necessarily a serious person.
A Virginia Tech classmate who lived in Lee’s hall, Nathan Spady, described Lee as “an extremely bubbly guy, always ready to go.”
Friends continued to post hundreds of messages and remembrances on Lee’s Facebook page since he was shot to death, knowing he would never get to read them.
“Remember how you used to freak out when I hugged you all the time?” one wrote. “I’m not so sorry for that anymore.”
William Fleming High School planned a memorial service for Lee on Sunday.
Lee was the school’s salutatorian(the second one to give a speech-Ok, I don’t really understand what’s these all about, but just some practices US graduates share) in 2006, and brought many in the audience to tears with his story about his family’s journey to America, principal Susan Lawyer Willis said.

Leslie Sherman, age 20, was a sophomore majoring in history and international studies.
“She had a lot of friends, and was a very outgoing person,” recalled friend Ann Marks, who worked with Sherman in the cafeteria.
A devoted traveler, she was heading to Russia this summer to study, said her grandmother, Gerry Adams.
Sherman, from Springfield, Va., had visited Boston and London with her mother; she visited her grandparents in Kennewick, Wash., last month for spring break, Adams said.

Juan Ortiz, 26, a graduate in civil engineering from Puerto Rico, killed while teaching a class.
Ortiz graduated from Polytechnic University of San Juan and arrived at Virginia Tech last August.
He was married to a fellow student pursuing a teaching career, and they had planned to have a child soon.
"He was an extraordinary son," his father, Juan Ramon, said.
"On his wedding day, I told him what I felt in heart, I thanked him for being my son, it was special."
Ortiz was also in a band with his father and other relatives.
Juan Ramon Ortiz, from Puerto Rico, decorated his parents’ one-story concrete house each Christmas.
A neighbor heard Ortiz’s mother scream when she learned of her son’s death.

Michael Pohle, 23, of Flemington, N.J., was expected to graduate in a few weeks with a degree in biological sciences.
He had a bunch of job interviews and was all set to start his post-college life.
At the high school, Pohle played on the football and lacrosse teams.
He loves giving pats on team mates’ shoulders.

Ryan Clark, a popular and expressive member of the Marching Virginians band, was just weeks away from graduation.

A resident adviser on the fourth floor of the West Ambler Johnston dorm shouted during the attack, Clark came to the aid of a student the morning of April 16.

It cost him his life.
"He was just one of the greatest people you could possibly know," Gregory Walton, a friend who graduated before him said as he fought tears.
"He was always smiling, always laughing. I don't think I ever saw him mad in the five years I knew him."

Liviu Librescu, 76, an engineering science and mechanics lecturer.
Born in Romania, he survived the Nazi Holocaust and emigrated toIsrael.
An Israeli citizen, he had taught at Virginia Tech for 20 years and was internationally known for his work in aeronautical engineering.
His research has enabled better aircraft, improved compose materials, and more robust aerospace structures.
He was killed in Monday’s massacre, which coincided with Israel’s Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Librescu's son, Joe, said his father's students sent e-mails detailing how the professor saved their lives by blocking the doorway of his classroom from the approaching gunman before he was fatally shot.
My father blocked the doorway with his body and asked the students to flee,” Joe said.
Students started opening windows and jumping out.

感谢你，看顾我安然无恙的度过今天。。。

An especially to my ZL:

Sometimes your wound cuts so deep and you think:
"Not any verses will help this time."

Sometimes you plunge into fatigue so fast and you think:
"Even to hide in Him cannot recover the tiredness."

Sometimes when time just miss chance and you think:
"Surely He overlooked this."

Sometimes you become so hopeless and you think:
"God definately ran out of resources for me."

Sometimes life's journey becomes so lonely and you think:
"And He said He planned all."

Sometimes as the path wind and the storm rage, you say:
"It wouldn't change, even if Jesus was here."

Guess what? And if you think like the above, you're right!
Just like both men who say, "I can do it!" and another who says, "I'd never do it." They are both right! It all narrows down to our faith. How you feel = How you think = How you react. But many didn't know the reverse is true! How you react = How you think = How you feel. We can be trained to think positively, and think the way we ARE SUPPOSED TO think...

Verses cannot heal a patient unwilling to get wounds treated.
The Bible will be just another book.

How can you stay under His wings when you refused to be restricted?
And how then, can you be sheltered from the weariness?

He's never early, because it'll just spoil it all.
But the same God, is never never late.

The Creator who created the Heavens and Earth!
How will He ever manage to run out of creations unless He choose to?

We've always looked too much at the scraches within a piece of glass.
That we didn't see the big picture behind that piece of glass.

At times the Lord calms the sea.
But most of the times, He clams the believers.

Whatever you say is right, so becareful what you say. And the most foolish people in life says something discouraging as they think otherwise but in the process, was convinced to stay negative. What a pity! What a fool...

我要满足像小孩子。。。

爸爸今年50大寿。
想知道他心目中的梦想礼物吗？

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$200+ 的羽球拍！

（没错，我老爸今年50岁-..-）

爱能遮掩许多的罪

爱的对象使你的爱产生真正的意义。

就算没机会表明立场；
不可能彼此联系关怀；
也没得亲眼见见对方；

但我会用自己的方式来爱人。

就算只能从远方瞭望你的情况；
或只能常常在祷告中纪念到你；
有若只能从别人听到你的消息；

我也不再求什么了。
我满足了。

人生就像一朵花；爱是花中的蜜。

我们每个人在一样的创造中，都有自己的人生要过。
记得爸爸常在普通的谈话中突然冒出莫名其妙的“感想”，就比如：

‘现在有多少人在挨饿’
‘现在有多少人在忍受病痛的折磨’
‘现在有多少人的亲友刚过世’

稍候我了解，不是莫名其妙，而是奇妙莫名。。。

现在，就在这一瞬间，每个人都在背着不一样的抱负。
也没有一个人可以代替别人的负担，取代别人过他的人生。

*你要加油。虽然不认识你，但打从心底支持你，所以更觉得心有余而力不足感觉帮不上忙。但我一天到晚纪念你又为你代祷（怎样的祷告都作过了）。神若是真的，他肯定不亏待自己的仆人。让你现在经历这些，你可能很难理解何谓如此，但是人的尽头就是神的开始嘛。你也起码可以为现在你所面对的悲哀而兴奋吧。虽不认识你，但打从心底支持你，一定要加油咯！*

当一位老人欢庆孙子结婚典礼时，
在世界的对面也有有一位老人家正为这刚过世的伴侣而悲哀难过。

当一位幼稚园的小孩听见放学铃声很兴奋的不得了，
同时，地球取得对面也同时有一位小孩哭闹不上学。

当一位少年为了减肥而把食物丢进垃圾桶的萨那，
另各少年也许在垃圾堆里找可吃的过活的。

当一位少奶奶趁孩子上学、老公上班做Medicure的瞬间，
也有一位穷妈妈用她粗皱的双手为人洗衣补贴家用。

当一位宣教师看见自己撒的种有收成时，
也有一位将毕业的年轻神学生被诊断患癌症。

所以啊，当你兴奋庆祝时，纪念那些经过幽谷的。
还有呢，当你经过幽谷时，纪念那位信实的天父。
回忆会让你的日子过得更有意义。。。

人很难一生都过得很正直。
有时会失误，有时会犯错。
就这样不知不觉伤害周围的人。
这就是人。
但我还是觉得有勇气面对自己的软弱，羞辱还至少有希望。
至少那样的话，神也有空间在我们身上发挥吧！

你有梦想吗？

刚才垣利和大姨到我家休息。
因为大姨已在我房里睡着了，所以我们打算不打扰她。
就在客厅的沙发上睡了。
大姨刚刚来过电话，透入了一个小趣事：

她再次的肯定，我在梦里说话的习惯依然还在。
她早上去洗刷是，听见我在笑，说了几句话，再笑了一次就睡了。
当她想偷偷听我的梦话时，一切返回正常。
现在，我好想想起当时的梦。
我到底为什么开心？
我又想到什么了呢？


但不知道梦里的梦是小事，生活在现实的我，又有何梦想呢？

我有一个脆弱的梦。
它很胆小，对自己没信心。
但在这些年日来它逐渐成长。
每当听到与它有关系的事，就挣大双眼、侧耳而听。
每当有人提起它，心里就冒冒然兴奋起来。
每当有人鼓励它，我就反复思想准备。
每当有人挑战它，因为不刚强、没信心的心就内疚了。
就在最近，更是如此，为何？

愿它快高长大！

你的爱，人永远不明白。。。

My inference skill tells me, author's saying,
"I'm not settling down with just-another-yellow-bear."
It may seems silly to walk the opposite direction from everyone else around you now, but it's he who waited, gets to smile last.

我常觉得，我们太少时间安静聆听了。
三福课程不是说到我们这时代的危机吗？
不懂得聆听。

不需说你也知道我超级爱说话。
有时说得很累了，还是在说。
原因：我已经不习惯安静聆听了。
只要这样安静几秒。。。

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就觉得怪。

在这受难期，我更多领受，更少表达。
还没机会欣赏飞机在空中滑过，那“绿人”就催你赶紧过马路。
还没机会停下来做小小的捐款，后面的人就开始“tsk”你了。
还没机会向老板解释我的疏忽，马上就有新工作，新挑战咯。

不要马虎的活着。
你的梦想又是什么呢？

I will remember...

It's amazing why reading how one 0203-ian encourage another 0203-ian. I sure desire to see this spread! To TQ-ians, to other TQ-ians, to Charisians and to all strangers! Man, I mean, shouldn't it be the way?!

From a nasty experience, we learn from memories. Learn to be silent when accused. Learn to cover up the loop-holes of our enemies. Learn to die to selfish ambitions and start living a Christ-like life. I wish to remember everything. Yes, including those ugly memories of sins and painful memories of hurts. Also the sweet memories of friendship and the loving kindness. Plus the harsh words and the fruitful reminders. I want to remember everything. Even those which I wanted to forget, or forgotten... Why should I forget?

Life is too short, too short to make sure everyone beside you know the story of Christ and the Cross.

Words are too limited, too limited to describe the joy, the peace that comes from within when the Good News once again imprint in our hearts.

Hearts are too small, too small to make space for everyone that comes your way so that they have a shelter for a while at least.

Time is too fast, too fast that it doesn't wait for us to U-turn once missed.

Love is too shallow, so shallow that we can never understand, "Father, forgive them."

Remember you promised to be back.
Remember how we soak in rain.
Remember why I hid your pillow.
Remember the camps and fun.
Remember your teachings & scoldings.
Remember how I was locked in toilet.
Remember why I was hurt by you.
Remember the night the blanket fell on me.
Remember your monkey faces.
Remember why we love taking photos.
Remember how we sing on streets.
Remember what you did on April Fool's day.
Remember the day we results came.
Remember the days I struggled to wake up.
Remember the Verses.
Remember the smses.
Remember the emails.
Remember the calls.
Remember the prayers.
Remember the letters.
Remember the presents.
Remember those tears that flowed, into our throats.
Remember days when you were so sicked.
Remember that day I sit by your feet listening.
Remember that you made my day.

I want to remember because I have to remember.
I want to and I need to.
So, I will start remembering everything.
And by not forgetting, comes real forgiving, no?

Why should I forget?

Hand in hand / Eye to eye?

God knows when I'm poor, He provides...
Found my receipts to claim.
Hahaha, can't you feel the happiness?!

Wsshooo,三福不合作。
就是不进脑，为何？
因为太旧没复习了咯，笨蛋。。。
明天就必须闭门思过了。
咳。

现在的处境也许很难过，但神总不亏待他的仆人！
加油，加油！

To sing, To sing in the sorrows;
To sing even though it hurts;
To sing and dance in the darkest days;
Coz God never give us away!