All you’ve ever wanted

“I can’t stand your religious meetings.  I’m fed up with your conferences and conventions. I want nothing to do with your religion projects, your pretentious slogans and goals. I’m sick of your fund-raising schemes,  your public relations and image making. I’ve had all I can take of your noisy ego-music.  When was the last time you sang to me? Do you know what I want?  I want justice—oceans of it. I want fairness—rivers of it.  That’s what I want. That’s all I want.”

- Amos 5:21-24, The Message

‘Perhaps the only fair thing to say…is that when we forsake the lives of others…….we actually forsake our own.’  - I-Heart Revolution:We are all in this together

keep me where the light is

Dear Chee Li,
Always remember:
Don’t work
Be Hated
Love Someone
Hightreewhistle

Hope.

‘The message of Christ is a timeless message.’

Finds solace in memories of your faithfulness.
Solace in places,
here,i find rest in you.

Gave my heart to God on 10/3/2007 in Nexus auditorium,week in week out,a year,two years,three years,four years. Keeping your house clean,serving your people,oh the joy that is found in this place,it is a joy from serving you and for you my creator,alone.
Thank you God,for using me to bring my friends to know you,and now they are serving you! Seeing how far,how much our lives has changed,it is only by your grace. I have lost battles and have won some,but it is a war altogether,and so i press on,holding with all i can,the hope you have given,the faith that i keep,the love that i need.

Dance inside a little, Fall in Love a little,Hate a little…Music that stays awhile..

“Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life’s mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we’d be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. That’s not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here.” – Heroes

The narration that instantly lured me to the show. 

‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned:
The best lack all conviction,while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.’ 

My favorite half  of a beautiful poem by W.B Yeats.
(though i do no justice to him by neglecting the other half)

One sees what he desire,often unknowingly,but often personal.