Hi everybody, it's Chris here, greeting from Moncton, New Brunwick. How are you all there? I miss you all so so much.
I would like to share with you about my story. I think everybody know that I am now study as a pilot under AirAsia sponsorship. The sponsorship I have apply for so many years and finally I got it and waiting to realise my dream, as a REAL pilot.
10th Nov 2009, I received an email to go for AirAsia Cadet Pilot selection process. I was surprised as I wasn't apply for it this year. I decided not to go for it as I failed two times before, one for AirAsia, one for MAS. But when I told my friends about this, they all ask me to go for it. Finally, I went for the selection process. I didn't prepared anything as it was during my exam week. I just study my subjects for my exam, then I go for the selection process, it was a writing test. After the test, I prayed to God, asked Him to let me pass the stage, even I didn't prepare for the test.
The God is amazing, He listened to my prayer and make me passed the test. Then I come to stage 2. The day I come to briefing for stage 2, I was shocked as I know the second stage will carry out by British people. I was so nervous but I prayed to GOD: if you want me to pass it, just let me to pass it. Once again, our almighty God make me strong and let me passed the 2nd stage. Now come to final interview, it was on 23rd Dec 2009. Everything went smoothly and they ask us to wait result at home, probably come out at 24th Dec 2009. That night, I was so nervous, once again, I prayed God to make me pass the interview. I can't sleep that night, keep on praying to God for let me pass it.
24th Dec 2010. I waited for the most important email that will change my life. My heart was thumping fast for whole day. From morning till noon, from noon till afternoon, from afternoon till evening, from evening till night, I had open my email for few thousands times, but I cant find any email from AirAsia.
I prayed again: God, I have never ask for any present from you at Christmas, this year, I hope you could let me pass the selection process to become the Cadet Pilot for AirAsia. Please give me, I want this so much. Please....
Christmas passed, saturday, and sunday. I almost hopeless. I back to UMP and prepared myself for the new semester. On monday, after class, I opened my email. I was shocked. It was my happiest moment in my life!!! It was the BIGGEST Christmas gift that I was ever received! I thank God for that and hurry called my parents for the news!!! I can be a PILOT!
" And I will do whatever you ask for in my name, so that the Father's glory will be shown through the son. If you ask me for anything in my name, I will do it. " JOHN 14:13-14
Brothers and sisters, be remember ask anything you want to our God, pray sincerely like what I do, He will have the best way for you and will give you whatever you want, as long as it fulfill the teachings of the bible. Go to church every week, as the God is love you so so much!!!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Sunday, September 20, 2009
MYF CD （青年主日2009）！！
筹备了好一段时间的青年主日CD终于完成了！CD里共录制了九首歌：-
1）凝聚主精兵，共同来复兴
2）你配的
3）主祷文
4）我们呼求
5）扎根主道，迈向成熟
6）喜乐泉源
7) 脚步
8）我的神，我的父，我的磐石
9）凝聚主精兵
其中三首是弟兄姐妹的创作歌曲：
1）凝聚主精兵，共同来复兴，2）扎根主道，迈向成熟，3）凝聚主精兵
虽然这是第一次录制专辑，但神不断的带领和引导，让我们都可以如期录制完成。
愿神透过里面的诗歌来感动心灵软弱的人，透过诗歌来刚强我们的心。❤
让我们以基督的爱来去爱人！也要凝聚主精兵，共同来复兴！
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Short story -- Does GOD exist?
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.
As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.
They talked about so many things and various subjects.
When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:
'I don't believe that God exists.'
'Why do you say that?' asked the customer.
'Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.
Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?
Would there be abandoned children?
If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.
I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.'
The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.
The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.
He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:
'You know what? Barbers do not exist.'
'How can you say that?' asked the surprised barber.
'I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!'
'No!' the customer exclaimed. 'Barbers don't exist because
if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.'
'Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me.'
'Exactly!' affirmed the customer. 'That's the point! God, too, DOES exist!
That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help.
That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world.'
As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.
They talked about so many things and various subjects.
When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:
'I don't believe that God exists.'
'Why do you say that?' asked the customer.
'Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.
Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?
Would there be abandoned children?
If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.
I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.'
The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.
The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.
He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:
'You know what? Barbers do not exist.'
'How can you say that?' asked the surprised barber.
'I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!'
'No!' the customer exclaimed. 'Barbers don't exist because
if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.'
'Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me.'
'Exactly!' affirmed the customer. 'That's the point! God, too, DOES exist!
That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help.
That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world.'
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Isaiah 65:24 Before they call, I will answer.
[ Isaiah 65:24 Before they call, I will answer. ]
This beautiful story was written by a doctor who worked in Central Africa.
** One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities..
Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates)..
'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the porch was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly... Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.
From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.
Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the..... could it really be?
I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!
'Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'
'Of course,' I replied!
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator.. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon'.
'Before they call, I will answer.' (Isaiah 65:24)
This beautiful story was written by a doctor who worked in Central Africa.
** One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities..
Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates)..
'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the porch was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly... Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.
From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.
Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the..... could it really be?
I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!
'Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'
'Of course,' I replied!
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator.. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon'.
'Before they call, I will answer.' (Isaiah 65:24)
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
1st May outing: Awana Kijal-Burger King-Air Jerneh service
1st May 2009 OUTING! 五月一日KERTEH游！
Set off at 2pm - 2 vans, Pastor Ben's car & Thomas's car
Our van - Andrew's the driver ^_^ Played 'murderer' game lead by Shu Yao along the way..
YEAH! Reached at 330pm... Head to the beach!
Photo sessions! 拍个美照！
猜猜我是谁？Guess who?!
享受美丽的海景。。。清新的海风。。 灿烂的太阳。。。
化聚+琳敏+父母亲来参与我们！
Christine & 琳敏。。在亭子休息
6.15pm 出发到____Mall 吃晚餐（忘了叫什么MALL..) -Aileen's fav - Burger King!
Set off at 2pm - 2 vans, Pastor Ben's car & Thomas's car
Our van - Andrew's the driver ^_^ Played 'murderer' game lead by Shu Yao along the way.. YEAH! Reached at 330pm... Head to the beach!
Photo sessions! 拍个美照！ Sheila, Winnie, David
书瑶, Aileen
海玲, 书玮, 书瑶
猜猜我是谁？Guess who?! 享受美丽的海景。。。清新的海风。。 灿烂的太阳。。。 啦啦啦啦啦啦。。我要你陪着我。。看着那海龟水中游。。。。数着那浪花一朵朵。。
化聚+琳敏+父母亲来参与我们！
越玩越兴奋了！好几个人被扔进海里！哈哈！>__<
游戏时间!
把海水包在纸袋里，尝试丢向对方的沙山。。
把海水包在纸袋里，尝试丢向对方的沙山。。
弄坏它。。
沙山已建好。。各组都无法丢塌对方的沙山。。
所以。。。
DESTROY TIME!
一些弟兄姐妹去玩banana boat! 船一摆corner。。就被抛进大海里！好刺激哦！哈哈！
Christine & 琳敏。。在亭子休息6.15pm 出发到____Mall 吃晚餐（忘了叫什么MALL..) -Aileen's fav - Burger King!
我们大概 8.45 pm 抵达Air Jerneh 布道所。。
刘牧师报告与正道
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Heavenly hope
comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us "
Hope you all enjoy watching this and How exciting one day we can meet JESUS in heaven!! HORRAY!!
Sometimes, there are many tempation and suffering that we need to go through but "I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us." romans 8:18
By the way, you can watch other video(swf) from www.donghaeng.net.
*dont forget to switch off the music box volume when watching this :D
Monday, May 04, 2009
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