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January 27th, 2009

 

An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the Problem Science has With GOD , the ALMIGHTY.  He asked one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .
  

Professor  :
   You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?
Student  :
   Yes, sir.
Professor :
    So, you Believe in GOD ?
Student    :
   Absolutely, sir.
Professor :
    Is GOD Good ?
Student    :
    Sure.
Professor :
    Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?
Student    :
    Yes.
Professor :
    My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to  GOD to Heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent )

Professor :   You can’t answer, can you ?  Let’s start again, Young Fella. Is GOD Good?
Student    :
   Yes.
Professor :
   Is Satan good ?
Student    :
  No.
Professor :
  Where does Satan come from ?
Student    :
   From . . . GOD . . .
Professor :
  That’s right.  Tell me son, is there evil in this World?
Student    :
   Yes.
Professor :
   
Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student    :
   Yes.
Professor :
   So who created evil ?

(Student did not answer)

Professor :   Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?
                   All these terrible things exist in the World, don’t they?
Student    :
  Yes, sir.
Professor :
  So, who Created them ?

(Student ha d no answer)

Professor : Science sa ys you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you. Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?
Student    :
No, sir.
Professor   :
Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?
Student    :
  No , sir.
Professor :
   Have you ever Felt your GOD , Tasted your GOD , Smelt your GOD Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?
Student    :
   No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
Professor :
  Yet you still Believe in HIM?
Student    :
  Yes.
Professor :
   According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science sa ys your GOD doesn’t exist.  What do you sa y to that, son?
Student    :
  Nothing.  I only have my Faith.
Professor :
  Yes, Faith.  And that is the Problem Science has.
Student    :
  Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?
Professor :
   Yes.
Student    :
  And is there such a thing as Cold?
Professor :
   Yes.
Student   :
   No, sir. There isn’t…

(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )

Student    :   Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don’t have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.

(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )

Student    :  What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?
Professor :
  Yes. What is Night if there isn’t Darkness?
Student    :
  You’re wrong again, sir.   Darkness is the Absence of Something 
You can have Low Light,   Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . . But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn’t it?  In reality, Darkness isn’t. If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn’t you?
Professor :
   So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?
Student   :
  Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.
Professor :
   Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student    :
  Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a Thought.  It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?
Professor :
   If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.
Student    :
   Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going )

Student    :   Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor, Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?


(The Class was in Uproar )

Student    :  Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor’s Brain?

(The Class broke out into Laughter )

Student    :  Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . . No one appears to have done so.  So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science sa ys that You have No Brain, sir.  With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?

(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)

Professor :   I guess you’ll have to take them on Faith, son.
Student    :
  That is it sir . . .  Exactly ! 
The Link between Man & GOD is FAITH
That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.

NB:

I believe you have enjoyed the Conversation . . . and if so .. .
You’ll probably want your Friends / Colleagues to enjoy the sa me . . . won’t you?

Forward them to Increase their Knowledge . . . or
FAITH.
That student was Albert Einstein

this is how He loves us

November 14th, 2008
A TEENAGER’S VIEW OF HEAVEN

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was ‘What Heaven was like. ‘ I wowed ‘em,’ he later told his father, Bruce. ‘It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever wrote..’ It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. ‘I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,’ Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death. ‘I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in heaven. I know I’ll see him.’

Brian’s Essay: The Room…
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read ‘Girls I have liked.’ I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named ‘Friends’ was next to one marked ‘Friends I have betrayed.’ The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird ‘Books I Have Read,’ ‘Lies I Have Told,’ ‘Comfort I have Given,’ ‘Jokes I Have Laughed at .’ Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: ‘Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.’ Others I couldn’t laugh at: ‘Things I Have Done in My Anger’, ‘Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.’ I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked ‘TV Shows I have watched’, I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked ‘Lustful Thoughts,’ I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!’ In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore ‘People I Have Shared the Gospel With.’ The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. ‘No!’ I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was ‘No, no,’ as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, ‘It is finished.’ I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

‘I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.’-Phil. 4:13 ‘For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.’ If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also my ‘People I shared the gospel with’ file just got bigger, how about yours?

S.H.E - 安靜了

November 7th, 2008

作詞:任家萱 ( Selina ) 作曲:周杰倫 編曲:呂紹淳

只剩下鋼琴陪我站在這裡
夢想中屬於我們的婚禮
卻成了 單人結婚進行曲
在這場愛情角力的拔河裡
愛我還是愛你 你選擇了自己

撒嬌的 可愛的 黏人的 愛哭的 照片裡 曾經的都是你喜歡的
如今我還在原地 你卻走回你的記憶

你說我愛你太多 就快要把你淹沒
你害怕幸福短暫一秒就崩落
分開是一種解脫 讓你好好的想過
我想要的那片天空 你是不是能夠給我

你說我給你太多 卻不能給我什麼
分不清激情 承諾 永恆或迷惑
愛情是一道傷口 我們各自苦痛
沉默是我最後溫柔 是因為我太愛你

只剩下鋼琴陪我站在這裡
夢想中屬於我們的婚禮 安靜了 在我枕邊的夢裡
我知道相愛原本就不容易
愛不是1加1 努力就有結局

撒嬌的 可愛的 黏人的 愛哭的 照片裡 曾經的都是愛著你的
臉頰的淚還溫熱 卻沒有人握我的手

你說我愛你太多 就快要把你淹沒
你害怕幸福短暫一秒就崩落
分開是一種解脫 讓你好好的想過
我想要的那片天空 你是不是能夠給我

你說我給你太多 卻不能給我什麼
分不清激情 承諾 永恆或迷惑
愛情是一道傷口 我們各自苦痛
沉默是我最後溫柔 是因為我太愛你

花海

October 21st, 2008

填詞 古小力/黃凌嘉 作曲 周傑倫

靜止了 所有的花開
遙遠了 清晰了愛
天鬱悶 愛卻很喜歡
那時候 我不懂 這叫愛
妳喜歡 站在那窗台
妳好久 都沒再來
彩色的時間染上空白
是妳流的淚暈開

不要妳離開 距離隔不開
思念變成海 在窗外進不來
原諒說太快 愛成了阻礙
手中的風箏放太快回不來
不要妳離開 回憶劃不開
欠妳的寵愛 我在等待重來
天空仍燦爛 它愛著大海
情歌被打敗 愛已不存在

南拳媽媽 - 妳不像她

October 13th, 2008
作詞:彈頭 作曲:周杰倫

車窗外蕭瑟的風 加速了寂寞

指針繞完了溫柔 繞不盡我們的承諾

走完回憶的盡頭 愛還在源頭

楓葉落盡了秋末 落不盡我的等候

噢 哎喲哎喲 要走為何不說 厚 又我又我 每次都是我錯

愛的流浪迷失方向 被時間埋葬(被月光埋葬)

噢 愛我愛我 妳說怎麼能夠 厚 揮手揮手 跟我說了保重

逆風襲來的月光 翻越愛的篇章 已到最後一行

雨脆弱的淋下 痛卻不說話 淚水暈開了牽掛

(我的過去被風刮)模糊成一幅畫 名叫 我愛妳的妳愛他

雨脆弱的淋下 痛卻不說話

過去風景像幅畫 (暈開風景像幅畫)

妳已經不像她 難道 愛情本來就該傻

走完回憶的盡頭 愛還在源頭

楓葉落盡了秋末 落不盡我的等候

噢 哎喲哎喲 要走為何不說 厚 又我又我 每次都是我錯

愛的流浪迷失方向 被時間埋葬(被月光埋葬)

噢 愛我愛我 妳說怎麼能夠 厚 揮手揮手 跟我說了保重

逆風襲來的月光 翻越愛的篇章 已到最後一行

雨脆弱的淋下 痛卻不說話 淚水暈開了牽掛

(我的過去被風刮) 模糊成一幅畫 名叫 我愛妳的妳愛他

雨脆弱的淋下 痛卻不說話

過去風景像幅畫 (暈開風景像幅畫)

妳已經不像她 難道 愛情本來就該傻

新不了情

October 2nd, 2008

給我最後微笑 好不好 眼淚也不是解藥 你知道
擔心你以後 要一個人走 愛變傷口 天長地久
時間有盡頭 總能夠再回首 變溫柔
千言萬語難開口 還壓在眉頭 卻要放開手

* 忘了多餘的內疚 別忘了愛過就已足夠
沒有不了的情緣 總會有人要先走
忘了動搖的時候 別忘了淚水不會白流
沒有不了的擁有 卻有回味在心頭 最終會變醇酒 *

給我最後微笑 好不好 眼淚也不是解藥 你知道
時間有盡頭 總能夠再回首 變溫柔
千言萬語難開口 還壓在眉頭 卻要放開手

擦肩而过

October 2nd, 2008

我爱着谁
爱到我有点醉
告诉我你是谁
能够把我让我变不对
你不会累
但我却爱你爱得好累
从没有为了谁
不顾安危付出一切
站在这平衡点
我还是觉得有点危险
或许是看不见
只能够靠感觉

他不会是个好男人
也不会是个好情人
你对我说我们只是擦肩而过
好的男人有那么多
少了他的日子也能过

我不会再让你寂寞
也不会让你更难过
你听我说要好好学着去生活
就算未来有多少错
至少还有我的问候
我的温柔陪你度过

你听我说
你不要这么做
你不要看着我
说你已经知道怎么做
你很难受
我愿意陪你一起承受
只要你不怕痛
再多坎坷我都陪你走
站在这平衡点
我还是觉得有点危险
或许是看不见
只能够靠感觉

他不会是个好男人
也不会是个好情人
你对我说我们只是擦肩而过
好的男人有那么多
少了他的日子也能过

我不会再让你寂寞
也不会让你更难过
你听我说要好好学着去生活
就算未来有多少错
至少还有我的问候
我的温柔陪你度过

他不会是个好男人
也不会是个好情人
你对我说我们只是擦肩而过
好的男人有那么多
少了他的日子也能过

我不会再让你寂寞
也不会让你更难过
你听我说要好好学着去生活
就算未来有多少错
至少还有我的问候
我的温柔陪你度过

就算未来有多少错
至少还有我的问候
我的温柔陪你度过

梦醒时分

October 2nd, 2008

你说你爱了不该爱的人
你的心中满是伤痕
你说你犯了不该犯的错
心中满是悔恨

你说你尝尽了生活的苦
找不到可以相信的人
你说你感到万分沮丧
甚至开始怀疑人生

早知道伤心总是难免的
你又何苦一往情深
因为爱情总是难舍难分
何必在意那一点点温存

要知道伤心总是难免的
在每一个梦醒时分
有些事情你现在不必问
有些人你永远不必等

i still remember

September 29th, 2008

life is so miserable when i can’t use chinese to express what i want to. *sigh* whatever.

looking at your blog reminded me of all the good things you have done for me. i am so glad that i met you, seriously. without you, i could not imagine what i would become now. may be still the little girl who always cries when she thinks back of her past. thanks.

i still remember those days when you listened to all my sadness patiently and comforted me with all that you could. i knew your heart was aching when you heard me crying because of him. i was still too selfish back then, always neglected your feelings. i never know how much i have hurt you and i never know what is running inside your mind. even till now, i still don’t know. funny, is it? well, you have made a good choice, at least the pain will be lessened, i think. there are still many people walking in and out of your life, and i am sure you will meet the girl who deserves all your love and care. for me, i will try to do what i have promised you, to be happy and strong always. God blesses you. = )

distance

September 28th, 2008

the world doesn’t know what is inside your mind

everything of you seem so mysterious

trying to have a step closer

but i couldn’t

behind your smile

there is something that i wish to touch

but i know i never have the chance to do so

because our hearts are so much far apart