Thursday, June 15, 2006

AYA festival 2007

给礼拜徒们
one of my fren wrote sth on her blog and i really like it...
hope u all like it and plz take a minute to ponder on it...


给礼拜徒们 Jun 14, '06 2:41 AM
for everyone

人类都同时以不同的身份生活在这个世界。就以男人和女人为例,

共同的身为学生、老师、朋友等;男人独特的身份为儿子、爸爸、男朋友 友、丈夫,
女人则为女儿、妈妈、女朋友、妻子。


教会最近一直高喊复兴,让我开始注意到我身边朋友的信仰。我发

现,我是幸福的一群,至少我所信奉的信仰并没有被压迫。可是我也发

现,我的朋友“迷失”了。



基督徒,变成了礼拜徒。甚至有些人连教堂都不想去。“基督是放在

心里面的,去教堂只是一个行式而已。”这是多数连礼拜徒都不如的朋友

告诉我的。听了这种话,我忍不住冷笑暗忖:一个连基本功夫都不想花时

间的人,你也有资格跟我说“基督是放在心中的” ?就像一个连在情人

节都不想和他的情人约会的人,他能誓言旦旦地说他是深爱着他的情人

吗?



如果基督只是一个宗教,那为什么不遵守所谓宗教该进行的仪式呢?

佛教徒经过庙也要去拜一拜。为什么在教堂多到不行的诗巫,哪里都能

去,就是不去教堂呢?一个星期有七天,一天有二十四个小时。一场崇拜

了不起也只有两个小时,为什么宁愿把时间花在睡眠上,也不愿到教堂去

洗涤自己的心灵?是认为自己的心灵太纯洁了?还是多了两个小时睡眠能

让自己多活个三四五年?即便是多活了三四五年,也不都浪费在睡眠上

吗?



信仰终究也只是一种信仰而已,何必那么虔诚?既然它只是个信仰,

那为什么不扮演好基督徒的角色?能做个安分守纪穿着校服的学生,为什

么不能尽本分地遵守基督的道?是因为校规所逼,迫不得已才穿校服?那

就不怕死后子孙没有请牧师来祈祷下葬吗?



做个基督徒不难不是吗?即不要求满口“我爱耶稣”、“耶稣爱

你”,也不要求日日夜夜跪在床前祷告(当然如果你要这样做我也不阻止

你)。不能成为虔诚的基督徒无所谓,至少不要变成堕落的基督徒

(相信我的朋友们都懂得何谓“堕落”)。

我们为那些堕落的基督徒感到悲哀。朋友,请不要让我们为你感到

悲哀好吗?

Sunday, June 11, 2006

The Battle
by Megan Rene

Fights and battles, battles and fights,

Absolute terror throughout the night.

Watching my life, wither away,

Breaking, piece by piece, day by day.

From the darkness the demons come,

Not all at once, but one by one.

Lacking the wisdom that God supplies,

They lure me in with all their lies.

Just like a boxing match I fight each round,

As the bell dings with its echoing sound.

First comes temptation, it's coming to deceive,

He disguises himself, so I fail to see.

He brings me in, with all his lies and his traps,

And almost defeats me when something just snaps.

The demon gets terrified as he looks up,

And sees Jesus standing there, filling my cup.

Temptation is defeated, and I'm free at last,

All of a sudden, another demon is cast!

Here comes pain, with heartaches and sorrows,

Making me feel, there's no tomorrow.

My friends all leave me and say they don¡'t care,

They spread rumors and pretend I'm not there.

In my times of loneliness, God was all I had,

So I reached out to Him, when everything was bad.

The demon realized he'd failed once again,

For I turned to Jesus, and not to him.

The battle is not over, they have one more shot,

As one more demon comes forth with a new plot.

One of my friends say they tried taking their life,

Taking my happiness and giving me strife.

Family members then pass away,

Leaving me clueless on what to say.

But there ¡s one thing I learned through all these
rounds,

That is to turn to the One who wears the crown.

I turn to God and I don't sit and pout,

And everything seems to work itself out.

The demons are amazed at how much I've grown,

And leave me alone, for as far as I know.

I turn around and I look at the field,

Holding nothing but my sword and shield.

The battle was brutal, with things everywhere,

Yet I made it through, though it was hard to bear.

I turn to the Father in the heavens above,

As he looks down on me with eyes full of sweet love.

It may have been brutal, and hard to the end,

But thanks to the battle, I found a best friend.



"Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your vision
is the promise of what you shall one day be;
your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil."