Seven at Seven

Sometime this time every year, Student Life Canterbury would have a night out for a few students that had shown immense growth in their spiritual walk. They are the fat and simple ones. Like me. Faithful, Available and Teachable; plus Spirit filled life, initiative evangelism, methods and material, purity in relationships, leadership potential and enthusiasm = Committed Student Leaders!

There are some important things that we do:
1. Encourage each other in our walk with God through our past university year.
2. Cast visions on the scarce time we have left.
3. Challenge to commit and invest our time as a committed student leader.

Then there are some not-so-important things that we do, like:

1. Rejoice!

2. Get all dolled-up.

3. Eat yummy desert and drink awesome coffee.

4. Day dream...

5. Double takes and check out each other's outfit.

6. Have a manly pile-on.

7. Take some proper and decent-looking group photos.

8. Have a random shot photobooth with your bestie.

9. Ask really random gross-out questions.

10. And, smell each other.

and sometimes...not everyone smells that good. >:(

Personally speaking, I love it! I had such a great time, feeling all encouraged and ready to go. ;)

And since this is a style/life/journal blog. I hope you guys are curious about what I wore:

what I wore: mom's 90's velvet dress, Coach handbag, Clarks Mary Janes, vintage 70's crochet cape from Andrea's vintage sales.

Agony

I don't mean to whine but I kind of have to let it all out. My lips are flaring up! I am not sure what trigger it though. But it is excruciating! It all started a week ago and I thought that dry chapped lips are just from the change of season or something. Then they started turning purplish-black last night, from inner bleeding I expect. They were all dried, hard, flaky, itchy and burnt. So I asked a friend who is studying medics in Russia and he told me to keep it moisturised. I raided my skin care section and found nothing useful because I want to avoid anything that might possibly worsen it, if it was possible at that point to be worse. What I ended up with was avocado oil.

Weird but yes. It reminded me of the time that I had this whole skin writing thing going and dad couldn't find rice wine and had me using some of his collection liquor instead. The smell of alcohol in my room made me all drunk but did not help a bit with the itch. Avocado oil were good for the first couple of hours then my lips started flaking off again.

When I sat down at the desk just now I had to brush off some brown-ish crumbs-like things off the keyboard, only to discover that those are my dead skin which feel from my lips. I must have been in so much agony that I didn't realise! But again EW. I gave up orange juice when I was in fourth form in high school because I drank juice from a cup when I had my first allergy reaction back then. Trust me, it was as much torture as those stories we heard about war victims in the Second World War.

Sorry about the gory details. I just really needed to write them down.

The lights went wrong

I took this after having lunch at Bec's. In Bec's arms is Shiloh, her 16 weeks old kitten. The lights wasn't that corporative, I tried my best to edit the photo and this is my best try so far. Oh well, Becs still look totally beautiful. :)

Latest Member of the Family

Following the last mail day, it took approximately one week for my other mailed things to arrive today. Despite my various attempt to go easy on the shopping, I bought this lomgraphy Holga 120N last week. The package includes the camera, the flash, camera bag and two rolls of film. They practically greeted me with a smile when I arrive home today, just in time for out big photoshoot outing tomorrow!

We had been having a few cold days in a row, today's almost-warm weather is precious. I finally get to wear the coat that mommy gave me, with my new thrifted top. The best part is that this outfit is actually all comfy and didn't overheat me a bit biking to uni. Oh and Olivia and I went for a lil' grocery shopping and got some bubble tea (yum!). Then we spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out in Shelly Common Room eating Chinese yummies and chatting.

Hmm...I am just so excited about tomorrow's shoot! I guess I better go get some shut-eye soon. Tomorrow's going to be a long day, with the shoot then the barbeque and Euving and Rebecca's engagement party. Toodles my beloved readers! Wish you guys a happy happy weekend. :)

Smile!

The newest member to our camera family! Lomography's Holga 120N

The whole package!

Outfit today:

Black and white printed top - thrifted

Denim shorts - Glassons

Coat - Esprit (mom's)

Vintage buckle shoes - Andrea Renzi

Frankie Magazine

Introducing Frankie Magazine, of art, fashion, music, craft and life. I found this bi-monthly magazine in Ruby's boutique. The magazine is based in the great land of Oz but nonetheless retain the artsy feeling that those big zines in the states have. I think it's awesome. Very much like what we see and speak about in lula magazine.





Since I was stuck at work until well after my working hours. And my bosses, being my parents thought it was appropriate for me work every minute while I was still at the office. I stole about an hour to do this collage while I could. That was before dad flood my desk with another stack of his dream projects and mom with bunch of long detailed formal letters.



Hope you readers like this mag as much as I do :) Toodles!

Shopaholic Anonymous

I have to admit it, I love it! I love shopping, I certainly hope that I am not a shopaholic. And yea, I don't think I can be categorize as one yet. Thank God for self-control. I know, I know, I still crave for Prada bags, drool over boots and gloves and dresses and jeans, heck, even tights and stockings and socks and scarfs and accessories and tops and jackets. And okay, it's true that I still buy books that I have no time to read and used to pile dvds up and haven't finishing watching them before buying another bunch and buy lots of pens that I haven't finishing using. But I window shop nowadays. See, I am refraining!

Here's the test. For YOU.

If you have a closet full of clothes you do not wear with tags and labels still swinging at your sight, shoes that are still in boxes or just a bunch of books or dvds that you have not finished watching or reading. You probably are.

Shopaholics are not dumb or in anyway mentally or intelligencely inferrior than normal shoppers. They are perfectly aware that they have stocked up pretty well in their closets or wardrobes and bookshelves. However, they tend to justify their purchase, i.e.: oh I don't have that shade, yes, I should get it, 'cause it's a different version, and well, this one is just different. In other words, they differentiate the products.

Shopaholic behaviours are plainly impulsive, not compulsive. Compulsive behaviours are a reaction to counteract an upsetting thought or situation. Shopping...it's plain impulsive. I wanna do it, I wanna do it now. So no, people don't go shopping because they are sad.

Shopaholics includes men and women alike. It's just that in most cases, men are "collectors" and women are just shopaholics. No thanks to Sophie Kinsella. Statistics shows that the proportion of men overshopping are the same as the proportion of female shopaholics. And overspending includes services as well, not only goods, e.g.: hair-dos, facials...

There you go. So my dad was a "collector", he "collected" cigars, liquor, cars, furnitures, etc. Mom loves bags and shoes and has her fair collection of parfum. So, I have my books and stationeries. I'll exclude clothings as I still have that area pretty much under control. Whew~

The key to curb shopaholicism or to avoid being one, is none other than self-control. I am learning mine as I go along. Hope you guys are too. =)

With love,

Eva

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.
—Galatians 5:22-23

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.

—Psalm 23:1

No wonder they say I'm an idiot

After four months..FOUR months. No wonder I am known for my blurr-ness. Well, we'll start back in, say, last December. When mom and dad and I were shopping at Vivo City Mall in Singapore before heading to Sentosa Island. Then, as usual, my eyes with the help of superd black rimmed glasses caught the most beautiful word ever written. SALES! And the next most beautiful word "LEVI'S SIGNATURE".

Crap, mom and dad are so dead.

So yea, I got a pair of jeans and a minis! Oh and a couple of polo Tees. Mom and dad got some T-shirts and Yvonne, even not present at the moment, got a pair of jeans and a black T. How will those goodies get to the sister overseas? By another sister going overseas of course. Me! - who is totally clumsy and have the blurrness of a 1960's camera.

And so the things arrived safely, both pair of jeans in my overweight suitcase. And the problem comes in when we are taking out the good stuff. I gave her my size 27 slim fit and got her size 29 regular straight. Then I went on and try my pants. SO LOOSE. Gai...but but but you see, my common sense didn't reach far enough to make me check the label. So, I bought myself a belt instead. Life went on. With a belt

The great enlightenment: When I was doing the laundry a few minutes ago. Then I got confused which is which. AND I looked at the label. So great. Now all I have to do is to tell her I got hers and she got mine. She was actually very happy to have this slim fit one. Her first (or mine) slim fit jeans ever. Great. Way to go Eva, go ruin another day. The Queen's birthday.

blarh,
total blurred Va

That I would be good?

It's four in the morning, there is no school tomorrow, it's the Queen's birthday. Like the Sultan's birthday in Malaysia, like the time when it always bump into mine and while the whole nation celebrate my birthday alongside with the Sultan's, they close up bakeries and force me - who do not have a royal baker in my kitchen - to either live without a birthday cake or to get one the day before my real birthday. So what is new in New Zealand?

It's officially winter, the dawn of 1st of June. First time ever that I get into this blogging mood like the one I soak in back in my apartment days. It's probably the effect of dawn and some random hormones collision. And Stefanie Sun's version of the good old songs. So would I be good in situations that are that messed up? Yes and no. I've seen myself acting like a total tool, and I am not proud of it. But yea, I will be good. Since my bad was ever really that bad. So yea, I will be good, here. No matter how much I miss home.

I heard your voices yesterday. Just over the phone. It feels like we're not that far away. I know what's going on in your lives and most of the who what when and how. It's a beauty. I hope I haven't loose my passion. I think I still feel the clingy warmth and want to be so so nice to everyone. It sparks when I am not too deep into the melancholy thoughts.

I am getting a camera. And I know that most of my photos are monotonous. But I still like pretty things, I still want to snap them and make them into little pictures and keep them in bottles. Maybe I will share it with you. If only you would come close enough.

Not too into it,

-Winter Vava-

I'm here!

From leaving home, i discover that there are something that can't swim, can't fly, doesn't have passport cannot go overseas. And most of the time, I don't mean human. So what's the big deal. Something just have their limitations...can't blame them, can i?

I look at being here, away from home like a sabbatical, 9 months here, then home and another nine months then home again and repeat that four times. It's not that hard to imagine, you just have to emphasize on the home part. The easy way to do it, is just brainwash yourself. The surprisingly easy part was that I don't actually get too caught up here. Don't get me wrong, I have friends, and they are a.w.e.s.o.m.e. but i am just determined that i will be home.

So yea...obvious things stood out, friendship, crushes, hatred, sworn relationship of any kind, dreams and wishes, abstract things. In your life, can they swim?

I don't think all of mine do, but there is just something you gotta give.

Thank God He can swim and fly and has a passport can go overseas. =)

-Va is here & there & everywhere-

Just human

Some people have there great discovery about life way early and lost the enthusiasm for it and some never found the purpose why they exist. So what's the whole big deal about finding the purpose then. We're just mere human anyways.

Human who gets hurt, hype, happy, depressed, carefree, distressed, sound, insane... The thing is, it all comes down to a point. We just want to be loved, encouraged and appreciated. Bottomline is just acceptance. Mere human. We are that simple.

Quote: Life is like a conversation, it's crazy if you do it alone.

-Eva-

Mom's

It's mother's day this week...she went to bed like any other ordinary night. By ordinary, it meant with an empty house, all her children were not by her side, scattered across the globe, the comfort of knowing them having better education was overwhelm by the fact she no longer can open the doors of their bedroom and sneak a peek at her three sleeping children.

Her husband lied at her side, snoring away as usual, her eyes were as heavy as her heart...

Then there was a sound of her cooking, a mother at the stove, stirring away some yummy dinner waiting for her children to return home. Her cooking had always worked the magic, the trick of getting the children home in time for dinner. And it worked, she can hear the slamming of the heavy wooden front door in the midst of the sizzle of the food in her pan. Ian came in and slipped his head out behind the door frame, with a big grin on his face, his signature grin that makes his eye shrink to a thin line. "What's cooking mommyyy..." He said with his clingy voice, this boy had never grew out of his love for mom. She smiled and signalled him to come on in to the kitchen. He just stood at the door and smiled.

Whoosh, she woke up in the dark, even more conscious than she is in the day. Realising that Ian is half a globe away, she could barely calm herself down. But the tiredness of her body after a long day at work drove her back to sleep.

She walked into the television room, the best room for afternoon naps in the heat of the day. The fan was making the sound as it cut through the hot air. Eva was lying on sideways on the couch, as she always did after college. She would just watch television until she falls asleep and the scent of the dinner cooking would wake her up. Mom knows her best. Her routine which does not involve revision had always worried her. She walked into the room, her daughter on the couch breathing steadily. Mom stooped down beside her, and put her arms around her daughter who used to be so small when she was born prematurely, now a young lady, even taller than mom herself.

Whoosh, she shrieked herself awake again. She couldn't hold it back, the thought sipped in like water in the flood, her children were no longer by her side, and tears dropped from her weak eyes.

She is my mom; and I am not by her side. I am so sorry, mom. No matter how bad a present I had bring to her for her special days, I realize now that the presence is more precious than anything else, just being with her means the world to her, and to me too.

......................................

Thank you for giving me your eyes, your nose, your smile, your hands...your love, your time and every shining moment of my life.



慈母手中线，游子身上衣。
临行密密缝，意恐迟迟归。
谁言寸草心，报得三春晖？


妈~等我回家！





-不孝女-

Welcome the Negative

EEEEkkk~! Headng out now..weather forecast -> -1 degree tonight.

Yes, my 1st negative night.. ooo 加油加油~！

-Va-

Wait?

But what are you waiting for?

Deep breathe. I am opening the wound.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I am an idiot. A selfish, dumb, distracted jerk. For once I am not going to blame anything else. What do I have to lose anyway, I've probably ruin everything by now. I am so terribly sorry. I do not know what you saw in me, but I think I have probably lost it now. I am so sorry I left and I am so sorry you have to see me go away. I am sorry I have needed you so much, I am sorry I did not love you enough to protect you from my harm. I know I am a ticking time bomb that will one day turn my selfish back and try my best not to look back.

I miss the time when we can be together like old friends, even when I don't get your jokes and when you don't get mine. I miss the time when we can pick on the food we like to eat and make excuses to go out for lunch. I even miss the moments when they thought we are together and picked on us. I would like to go back to that moment.

I think I will like your shoulder to lean on and to talk to you a lot. But I cannot bring myself to say I love you or any mushy things that can be said. I don't want you to wait, I would like you to love somebody else. Someone who would actually love you back and bring you joy and shower you with her smiles. And yes I do get jealous even when I thought of those words that I am going to write.

No, I do not know what I feel, I think I just really like you.

-all the bad names you ever called me-

miss you much

It's weird. I sit here waiting for the dawn. I just saw it off Grey's Anatomy, "Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?...because it feels sooo good when I'm not". I like the sound of it. It reminds me why do I torture myself with taking 3 majors in the first year of a real university (not some crappy pre-U tuition-like college) in a foreign country, living off with no friends using my second language as a mean of communication. No friends. Unless you count my sister.

Except you can't, at least not now, because she is off fishing in some cold place. So, it's just me. Alone. With no possitive human contact. It's just the internet, television, some nice books, some not so nice book, some really bad books, some old thick library books, a bed, a kitchen with so much food that it can last me throught World War Three if it happens now and me. Sounds like crap eh. My first holiday in Christchurch.

So what if the dawn appears now. I don't know... It seems like it doesn't matter so much to me anymore. Not like when I was back home. Like how it matters to me that the little yellow flowers flood the fronts of the house, and only our house after the rain. It only mattered because it made daddy smiled and force me to go out and take some pictures with him. So what if the dawn appears now. It doesn't matter... not like it did when I was looking down waiting for the light behind his curtain to light up.

What if it rains... There is no more sound of the basketball bouncing in the court. In fact, there is not even a court. What if it rains... I don't get to drive you guys home in my car. Because the car...it is sold now. So what if I cry... I don't have your arms to fall back to... Because I am here. What if I am sad... I don't get to see Joshua and forget about the whole big mass of mess. So if we see new moves on the TV, we don't dance anymore.

I miss home. I miss you. Perhaps I should not look back so much if it makes me sad, but how can I not when I can only find my home and see familiar faces looking back.

Then I realise... when I understand that, I don't need bad times to help me recognise the good ones.



Buckets of misses,
Va

A Friendly Reminder

Haa...it has been awhile since I last mention about this matter. Dearest readers, if you don't already know, the blogger of this blog is a somewhat self-righteous, proud, most of the time self-centered and a sneaky opportunist. Ever since I left Malaysia, I confess that I think a lot about myself, to some extend I doubt my intentions of doing things are to grab people's attention. As days went by, I guess I have somehow left out an important fact of life.

Yes, I live for Him! How could I ever forget, always praying that I will be a living sacrifice, to sit on the altar and willingly submit to my God. I am so glad that He reminds me once again, I had meant what I pray. And the thing is when I was asked if I am doing what I prayed...I could not give a good enough answer. I did, undeniably let the idea of living to be the good and faithful servant slip. My results must have look somewhat nasty on my result sheet of daily serving and devotion.

Yet He was gentle in his words, giving me the privilege of realising all these matters. My Father had not release his wrath and disappointment in my life. He had not shut the door of my daily provision, he had been faithful...just like he promised to be. It scares me that I have problems being humble, I have trouble acknowledging that other people are just as precious in God's eyes.

So my purpose..my purpose in life is not to be the beautiful, the popular, the genius, the rich brat, or any of those thing I tried to be. My purpose in life to to love, to love the people around me, to love my God, that everyday of my life, every action and intention, they should ever bring praise and glory to him, they should be accountable in my life of servanthood. And let this be the best form of worship to Him.

I want to obey Your ways, o Lord. My heart longs to be in your presence again. I want to live to be a better person, to bring glory to you.. For everything you have done in my life, this is the least I can do. I miss you Father, fill my heart with your spirit again.



-in thirst and desparation for restoration and to be renewed-

No time no time

You know what's the good thing about now? Now as in, I have 2 assignments due on Thursday, one skill test tomorrow and 2 more assignments due next week and err..wait wait...ar correct de and 2 more due end of this month, which is the week after. So gai rght. Oh yea and my scholarship form. Daddy please don't read this thing. ARGHH~

Good thing is I have no time. NO TIME NO TIME. So no time for homesickness, no time to think about all the touchy feely lovey dovey, no time to even dig a hole and bury myself inside. So why am I here? Because I have no time mah. Er.. yea. That's why I am here. Nothing to justify that one. Now everyday is like I'm sucking in this whole new uni air. Since I have to walk to school, so I guess I must have sucked in a lot. The air, you know, like bunch of people rushing between classes AND when you don't have class, rush to the library or computer lab to get the work typed out. The air. Yes. Incredible.

Talk about walking, hmm...I'm gonna go take a look at a secondhand bike tomorrow, hopefully I can buy it and start cycling to school so I can sleep in for another 5 minutes or so. Which also reminds me, daddy said he is sending a package of my stuff over, which includes a bicycle helmet. And I think it takes at least 2 weeks. Crap buy liao cannot use. *drool*

ARGH. What's wrong with all these stupid crawlies. We get so may of them around the house. Especially flies, one of those fellas got into the bathroom with me when I was bathing. If I have more time I will do the same thing to that pitiful little brainless DEAD bug who tried to bite me before chinese new year back in Malaysia. Hmph...they don't know who they are messing with. Which reminds me again, even if they do, they won't care less because I have no time to kill them.

Crap. Signing off now. Skill test calling my name liao.



-No time to type my name here la-

Life here, right now

You know what.. when I finally get to sign in to my private accounts in facebook and my blog and all other wesites that I am familiar with, there is one slight moment when I feel like I am back at home, but then the door opened and closed and some random uni students walk in...reminding me I am not. Thousands miles away from home. I tend to have a weird thought that I have really good recovery system and great protection mechanism in me, get what I mean? Like if I fall down, I don't get the painful feeling for such a long time, and until the pain finally sinks in I am already recovered almost at least 60%. Yea, crap isn't it.

The thing is it's just 2 weeks since I left home, and I am already thinking about planning to go home at the end of this year. I mean, it is february and I am planning november stuff. I don't think the part about leaving my A4 at home even registered in my brain. I know leaving Joshua definitely made a mark somewhere...but I am already anticipating seeing him again, like it is only a day away till I can go home. Anyhow, life in New Zealand is not too bad. My days are practically filled with going to uni, walking, chores, television and proud to say reading chapters of the Bible each day. Though I still can't find any church as vibrant or a church that I can be as "at home with" as TOG, one thing I know for sure is that God has never left me. He has been with me, on the plane, carrying overweight luggages and while I was stumbling all the way to New Zealand.

I miss home. There is no denial of it. Every piece of reminder can practically draw tears to my eyes, like when the sing How Great Is Our God in church last sunday, I was battling tears down my throat. And I keep missing Joshua, the little guy who bring smiles to me even though we have the least means of communication. I know there are years to go, I will have to come back and finish my studies...but I have always have this determination so deeply within me, that this is a journey, I will walk through it in such courage, finish it with grace and go home, bringing pride to all those who are waiting for me. I am just so sure that I will go home, that is the thing that I think about everyday when I walk from home to school and school to home.

Wait for me, will you? I will be home in awhile.


buckets of tears and misses,
vava

My New Year Wishes

My buddies has been singing the song all I want for Christmas just now, so that song kind of stuck in my head. How I wish I can complete the sentence as well, like all I want for this new year is...

But the thing is, I don't know how to put it in words. How am I supposed to say my wishes is actually for a fairly good year even though I have no idea how to judge if it is good or bad since I am leaving and there are so many things left unsure. Yes, I'll be leaving for study. Yes, it can be temporary. And yes, as much as the percentage of it being temporary, the percentage of staying there for a possible career is just as high. No, I won't be gone for full three years, there will be breaks. Yes, the breaks are usually 2 to 3 months long and no, I am not sure if I will be back for all 3 months every year. Yes, I am ready to go off, and no, I am not sure if I am 100% mentally and emotionally ready. Yes, I am taking an interesting course. But no, I have not had any in depth classes on my majors. Yes, I do have a handful of people whom I will dearly miss. No, I am not sure if our relationship will stay that way.

I know I am greedy, and if you want me to list down the things I want for new year I won't miss out listing in a PSP, iPhone with 3G and a designer bag. But above those things that I am not sure if I can get, I think I just want a good year. A generally good year. That it goes smooth sailing. Even though I am so unsure, one thing I can be sure is that, there's a person who knows better, and even before I am there He is already there waiting for me to do the leap of faith.


Turning impossible to I M Possible with His strength,
Eva

There are stars tonight.

There were stars tonight. Looking at them, seems like I was seeing some old friends, can't help smiling at them, even for a quick glimpse. I went out just now, alone, for supper. It was a familiar joint for me, something that I have been having and once craved for when I was young. I used to sing to my dad and lure him into cycling to get those yummy curry rice for me around midnight when we were still in the old house.

There was solitude tonight. I don't care if other people think it is dangerous to go out alone at night at the wee hours. Mum was asleep. And it is like back then, when I spend time with myself a lot, enjoying my own company, just me..and me. A little rebellious, from sneaking out in mum's car. But it seems so familiar, like my old self sweeping through. I am myself again. The one who sits in the moonlight blogging alone.

Then there was a funny old friend. Simpleton, we chatted for a while and bid goodbye. What jolly good company. Though it was a while, it makes me remember how good it is to be just simple and content. We don't really need all that much anyway.

What a night, a beautiful night, meeting all of you, my old friends. Nothing beats being myself, and knowing that it is all enough.


Finally home,
Eva

A friendly reminder

Got this from Joshua's blog, though I am not a perfect person and have a past to be ashamed of, I figured Jesus is the one thing that I am not ashamed of. So here goes.

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In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking..............

Dart Test...

A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.
One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.

Sally's friend drew a picture of someone who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall effect she had achieved.

The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target.

Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall. Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced.

Dr. Smith said only these words... 'In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.' Matthew 25:40. No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ.

This is an easy test; you score 100 or zero. It's your choice. If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions. Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you, before My Father.'

Not ashamed ... pass this on.
Ashamed ... delete it.

Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says.

Or is it scary?Isn't it funny how someone can say 'I believe in God' but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also 'believes' in God ).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and! they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

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Well, I do worry about what God thinks of me. So, lots of love to you guys,
Eva