<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:28:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out With Jit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-1691190763834113419</id><published>2009-04-01T11:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:10:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Stole my Implants??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I came across the article and I laughed so loud. At first I thought it was just a joke, but as I read the article ... THIS IS A TRUE STORY!!!! Be prepared to be blown away to another galaxy. With this, I think the human race has totally sunk into a new low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNN linked &lt;a href="http://www.ktla.com/landing_topstories/?Cops-Woman-Sought-for-Stealing-Breast-Im=1&amp;amp;blockID=247365&amp;amp;feedID=1198"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from KTLA News: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woman Sought for Stealing Breast Implants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This story writes itself&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    HUNTINGTON BEACH -- Police are searching for a 30-year-old woman accused of stealing someone's identity and a pair of new breast implants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    Yvonne Pampellonne is accused of using a fake id to pay for liposuction and new breast implants valued at more than $12,000. According to Huntington Beach police, Pampellonne opened a line of credit in someone else's name in September 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    Huntington Beach police detective Larry Pitcher said Pampellone lied to her doctor and the staff at the Pacific Center for Plastic Surgery about her name and other personal identification. She used the credit to have the procedures done and never showed up for any follow-up appointments, Pitcher said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am really curious to know what are they going to do now that the police have caught her? Does she need to "return" the implants? What about evidence? Are they going to photograph her "boobs" for evidence? I mean, can the real owner identify her "implants" through a photo line-up? Ha ha ha ha. This is really funny ...sorry if I offended anyone but you must agree this is really funny :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;More importantly, what will she be charged under - "1st Degree,  Breast Implant Theft?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-1691190763834113419?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/1691190763834113419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=1691190763834113419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1691190763834113419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1691190763834113419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-stole-my-implants.html' title='Who Stole my Implants??!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-1984861805820961490</id><published>2009-03-31T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:21:54.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proper Foundation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SdGA3hSwK2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ltXiTVRRZ5U/s1600-h/P1010505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SdGA3hSwK2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ltXiTVRRZ5U/s320/P1010505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319174326219451234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Unless the Lord builds the house, its labor in vain." Psalm 127:1a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Imagine spending years building an expensive home with the finest material and craftsmanship. It is a work of art, and the project is almost complete. As the day arrives to move in, a building inspector arrives and hands you a notice that condemns your beautiful home because it doesn't meet the building code. Imagine how you would feel at that moment with the notice in your hand and your eyes staring at your beautiful home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Many Christians - business people, ministers, teachers, parents etc... - who invest years in their various fields of dreams will one day stand before the Lord and realize they were building their own house, NOT the Lord. God is very picky when it comes to our motives behind the actions. Before we act, we must ask why? Why are we doing what we are doing? Has God called us to this task? Are our motives based purely on financial gain, control, prestige, or pride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It has been a struggle for me the last couple of months - struggle not in my faith, but with what I am doing. I have been praying that there must be more than this here in Kluang. The struggles, the loneliness and the discouragements has taken a toll on me early this year and I just wanted to quit and just be a "regular" guy, father and and husband. I thought to myself that I have given my best and I done what I believe is a "fairly good" work and now its time to move on. I just could not go on like this anymore. My prayer was, "Lord, why am I here and what am I suppose to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Of course the Lord has His own humor and he made me wait as He knows that it is the one thing i cannot stand. It seems to me that I struggle with this same question every 5 years or so and in all of this, He has made me wait upon Him. And WAITING before Him is what i did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Lately, Psalm 127 has been playing in my head. questions like, "Who is my master?", "whom am I serving?", "to whom am I giving to?", "whose house am I building?", "in whose strength am I laboring for?" and "what is my mission?" - in all these questions, I know the Lord is saying something to me and revealing my heart and His heart as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"If any man builds on his own foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, his work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each man's work." 1 Cor. 3:12-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I knew exactly what the Lord is saying and has me to do. I am being refined - with all the trials and struggles that I am going through, He is refining my character, pushing me towards His throne and teaching me to TRUST in His wisdom and strength. I am also reminded that my labor is not in vain!!! Sometimes while building a house, we can loose sight of the entire house we are building - and that is what happened to me - I loose sight of the big picture because I was so focused on what I am doing. I began to wept and repented before the Lord for I have been so myopic in vision and selfish in my serving. i have forgotten that I am building a cathedral and not a house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I also realized what God has called me to do here in this small town - to raise a young generation from this small town that will transform this nation and to be agents of change for this community and beyond.  As I looked back over the years, the Lord has been good in placing so many young men and women in my life - young men and women with the potential to usher God's presence into this nation. I must add that I am the luckiest youth worker to be surrounded by so many young and hungry hearts that are ready to give, serve and lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;King David learned this principle by the end of his life. Throughout his life he had learned that God always tested him to find out what was in his hert, and what his motive was in his actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;David intructed his son to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"...acknowledge the God your father, and serve Him wholehearted devotion and with a willing ind, for the Lord searches every heart and understands every motive behind th thoughts" 1 Chron. 28:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-1984861805820961490?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/1984861805820961490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=1984861805820961490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1984861805820961490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1984861805820961490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/03/proper-foundation.html' title='The Proper Foundation'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SdGA3hSwK2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ltXiTVRRZ5U/s72-c/P1010505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-5736503809209584007</id><published>2009-03-24T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:23:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Placing Trust In Our Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SchfzUB9cnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B3eEPJ5PQqs/s1600-h/n744180938_1602932_2955453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SchfzUB9cnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B3eEPJ5PQqs/s320/n744180938_1602932_2955453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316604695265768050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"So the Lord sent a plague on Israel, and seventy thousand men of Israel fell dead." 1Chronicles 21:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When was the last time your overconfidence cost the lives of 70,000 men? That is exactly what happen to David. David made what might appear to be an innocent request of his general, Joab. But the minute Joab heard the request, he cringed. He knew David was in big trouble for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You see, to number the troop was a great sin in Israel because it was against the law. Why you might as? Because it demonstrated that you were placing more trust in the numbers than in the living God. David displayed enough pride to cost the lives of 70,000 fighting men. God gave him three choices of punishment for his sin. A plague was the one he chose, and it resulted in the death and loss of 70,000 men!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Throughout Israel's history, God set the stage for battles to be won, miracles to take place, and people to exercise faith. The stage was also set so that men could not take credit for what God did. Consider Gideon who was only allowed 300 me to fight an army of 100,000. Consider Jehoshaphat, who had to lead his army with his singers. God defeated the enemy. Consider Joshua, who was told simply walk around Jericho seven times, and they would get the victory. God did things in some very unconventional ways!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How does this relate to you and me as normal students, teachers, pastors, businessman, mothers, fathers and so on? Well, the minute you and I place more trust in our abilities than in God, we are guilty of numbering the troops. Hoe does He punish us? Sometimes it's through letting a deal go sour? Sometimes it is through problems in our relationship with our spouses, client, class mates, colleague, our children or parents. Sometimes situations just blow up in our face. Other times, He lets us go on for a long time doing our own thing, but eventually, He will deal with it and us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;All I am saying and learning right now is to learn to have complete dependence on God - everyday 24/7!!! We all have to learn to use our gifts and talents that God has blessed us with and put it to work through the help of the Holy Spirit. God's way sometimes do not make sense and I have i learn in my life time, God's ways has never lined up with conventional wisdom. So I learn not to "make sense" of everything because His ways will always be HIGHER than my way. When we begin depending on our abilities only, God has a responsibility to make known to us who is the REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; giver of the blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-5736503809209584007?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/5736503809209584007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=5736503809209584007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5736503809209584007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5736503809209584007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/03/placing-trust-in-our-strength.html' title='Placing Trust In Our Strength'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SchfzUB9cnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B3eEPJ5PQqs/s72-c/n744180938_1602932_2955453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6556340491654413953</id><published>2009-03-03T09:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:13:19.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Mighty Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SayNoDSnb_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/2KNRrp6M42s/s1600-h/lowenthal060403b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SayNoDSnb_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/2KNRrp6M42s/s320/lowenthal060403b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308773779980644338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"All those who were in distress or in debt or discontented gathered around him, and he became their leader. About four hundred men were with him." 1 Samuel 22:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you could accomplish a whole lot more if you had more talented people around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;? Perhaps you are in an office and think that some of your fellow worker's don't quite measure up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Imagine what David must have thought in the years following his anointing by the prophet Samuel as the next king of Israel. He spent the next many years running from King Saul. Now God was beginning to bring men to support David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But what kind of men? The down and out. God gave David not the elite nor the sophisticated; He gave him those who were in debt and discontented with life. David turned those men into the best fighting men of their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, David never lost a battle during his entire reign as king of Israel - quite a feat for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; a bunch of no-name, lowlifes!!! Some of those men became an elite group known as David's Might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SayRyh7bfjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jdBBCUolpj4/s1600-h/P1000718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SayRyh7bfjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jdBBCUolpj4/s320/P1000718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308778358050094642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;y Men. These were the elite of elite, the Navy Seals, the Few Good Men, the British Special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Forces, the Green Berets. Whatever you call them, they were exceptional warriors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jesus took a few men who weren't exactly the cream of the crop either. He built His life into those men, which resulted in 12 men who turned the world upside down. Are you one of God's mighty men or women? David and Jesus set the example of what can be done when we invest in others. God does extraordinary things through men who have an extraordinary God. Ask God to use your life to be a mighty man or woman for a cause greater than yourself. He delights in such prayer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6556340491654413953?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6556340491654413953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6556340491654413953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6556340491654413953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6556340491654413953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/03/becoming-mighty-man.html' title='Becoming a Mighty Man'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SayNoDSnb_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/2KNRrp6M42s/s72-c/lowenthal060403b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-5710417593889981142</id><published>2009-02-24T10:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:01:23.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming Our Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SaNiC6LY9KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2JHLhhBS1p8/s1600-h/shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SaNiC6LY9KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2JHLhhBS1p8/s320/shame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306192588088865954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Then the Spirit of the Lord came upon Jephthah." Judges 11:29a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We've all heard stories of individuals who have overcome extreme hardship during their childhood years. Children of alcoholics, orphans who never have parents, loss of parents to a fatal accident, childhood disease - all difficult circumstances to overcome. Jephthah was a man who overcame his obstacles and refused to allow his circumstances to prevent him from becoming great in God's sight. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He was born to Gilead, a result of his father's adulterous encounter with a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilead's wife bore more sons, decide to reject Jephthah, and drove him away from their home saying, "You are not going to get any inheritance in our family because you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; a son of another woman." Imagine the rejection this young man felt as he was cast away from his own family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience taught Jephthah to become a hardened warrior. Today he probably would have been part of a street gang. As he got older, his reputation as a warrior became known to those in his country - so much so when the Ammonites made war with Israel, the elders of Gilead went to Jephthah and asked him to be their commander. Jephthah had to fight off those feelings of rejection from previous years. "Didn't you hate me and drive me out from my father's house?" he responded. He overcame his hurt and pain, and responded to the call God had on his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SaNitiRdc1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pHSbDyeZ520/s1600-h/2_03_5011_26_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SaNitiRdc1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pHSbDyeZ520/s200/2_03_5011_26_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306193320406250322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It is said that if we were to help the butterfly remove itself from the cocoon, the butterfly would not be strong enough to survive. It is the struggles that prepares the butterfly to become strong enough to fly. Without the struggle in the cocoon, it could not survive as a butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Lord prepares each of us in the similar way. Some of our childhoods see to have been harsh and born from a seemingly unloving God. However, the Lord knows ou struggle and will make our life an instrument in His hand if we follow him with an upright heart. He does make all things beautiful in His time if we are willing to be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-5710417593889981142?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/5710417593889981142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=5710417593889981142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5710417593889981142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5710417593889981142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/02/overcoming-our-past.html' title='Overcoming Our Past'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SaNiC6LY9KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2JHLhhBS1p8/s72-c/shame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6911755677517714517</id><published>2009-02-17T11:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:33:09.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Baby Is Growing Up Fast!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo3L-hkPrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zyMuyFGbkJY/s1600-h/DSC_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo3L-hkPrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zyMuyFGbkJY/s200/DSC_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303612190084054706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Having a kid is really fun, especially when it is your own. I have such a great time watching how my little "baby" Caysha growing up into a fine toddler. She says the darnest things these days. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Every time I have to leave for work, it really breaks my heart to see her cry at the gate. Its even harder when I have to be outstation. But I look forward to hearing her call "papa" over the phone and her flying kisses for me. I could not imagine life without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;life without her .... her smiles, her laughter, her hugs and kisses, her chuckl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;, etc...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now we are all looking forward to another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"baby" .... looking forward to start the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo3VwjlKlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XlvG3V25Lhc/s1600-h/P1010470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo3VwjlKlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XlvG3V25Lhc/s200/P1010470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303612358133099090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;process all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For those who still is in the dark, Li Poh and I are expecting a boy the next time around. We are both looking forward to have a different experience in raising a boy. Caysha has brought so much fun and pleasure, that we are looking forward for more fun and laughter from this next child.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my PRINCESS, she will continue to be my source of inspiration and laughter. When days are bad, all I have to do is just look at her and everything else seems to fade away. I often find myself rushing for home because I just want to feel the little arms and hands wrap around me and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;elling me that everything is alright. I find much comfort from a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ny hug of my little princess - reminding me constantly, what is truly important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo7LH2heLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YOU0VI-Hjts/s1600-h/P1000952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo7LH2heLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YOU0VI-Hjts/s320/P1000952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303616573454514354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo78HMkKEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IADHQi0FOcI/s1600-h/P1010439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo78HMkKEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IADHQi0FOcI/s320/P1010439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303617415092119618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo9pV4mSII/AAAAAAAAAX0/5GCe60qdt_w/s1600-h/P1010204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo9pV4mSII/AAAAAAAAAX0/5GCe60qdt_w/s320/P1010204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619291640645762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6911755677517714517?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6911755677517714517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6911755677517714517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6911755677517714517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6911755677517714517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-little-baby-is-growing-up-fast.html' title='My Little Baby Is Growing Up Fast!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZo3L-hkPrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zyMuyFGbkJY/s72-c/DSC_0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6784396090523449775</id><published>2009-02-11T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:47:33.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed to be a Blessing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZJG2UbGZTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UIPN_lITRow/s1600-h/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZJG2UbGZTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UIPN_lITRow/s320/P1010141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377610377749810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;After a wonderful week of just resting, much has been on my mind, especially the economy downturn that the world is going through. We live in a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;uncertain time. We hear and read about people loosing their jobs, their security, their home and even divorces due to the financial hard times. So how do we respond as Christians?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, we need to keep giving. We need to continue to be blessings to others. This is not the time to hold back. My family have been on the receiving end of a beautiful blessing. I struggled at first in receiving it, but I got really convicted on learning how to receive a blessing and allowing the person that is blessing me the opportunity to blessed and serve through giving.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Throughout the holidays, I see God's hand of provision for my family through the p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZJHXGHr66I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RRTi48Hfya4/s1600-h/North+Shore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZJHXGHr66I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RRTi48Hfya4/s200/North+Shore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301378173473909666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eople He has placed in my life. I am truly humbled by it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;erings were finished, the king and everyone present with him knelt do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;worshiped. King Hezekiah and his officials ordered the Levites to praise the LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;words of David and of Asaph the seer. So they sang praises with gladness and bowed their heads and worshiped. 2 Chronicles 29:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We are blessed to be a blessing! When we give offerings to the Lord we do it to thank him, to obey him, to acknowledge that all good things come from him, and everything we have is his, for the earth is the Lord’s and everything in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; It is a celebration of the Lord’s provision. He has given us his Son, His Word, our breath, our families, our jobs, our home, clothes, cars, our health, our church family, this beautiful country. He is worthy to be praised!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;King Hezekiah repaired the temple doors, his predecessors were unfaithful to the Lord, and he was going to get it right! (Thankfully, my predecessor did such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; an awesome job!) He lead the people back to a heart of worship, he consecrated everything unto the Lord. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZJJTL7tlwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EuL0FbxdwsA/s1600-h/P1000803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZJJTL7tlwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EuL0FbxdwsA/s200/P1000803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301380305338078978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;commanded the people not to be negligent, but to stand before the Lord and serve Him and minister to Him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some churches all over the world have turned their backs on God and become worldly, or lukewarm or just like a club. We are called to relationship with our Lord, and the integral part of that relationship is to worship him in spirit and in truth. To worship Him with our bodies, our time, our money, our whole life is a lifestyle of worship to him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I love you and want to serve you wholeheartedly. Revive me. Fill me and Pour Afresh on me. Teach me DAILY the importance of GIVING and TRUSTING in YOU!! Let not my circumstances dictate how much I should give but rather n FAITH in You. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6784396090523449775?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6784396090523449775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6784396090523449775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6784396090523449775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6784396090523449775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessed-to-be-blessing.html' title='Blessed to be a Blessing!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZJG2UbGZTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UIPN_lITRow/s72-c/P1010141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-5927629737685230386</id><published>2009-02-10T14:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:12:02.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEhWryDJQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EuAuK8ZRFwA/s1600-h/P1010300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEhWryDJQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EuAuK8ZRFwA/s200/P1010300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301054909985268994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It has been a wonderful week for me and my family. Finally, we could just get away from our jobs and have fun as a family. I realized how much I miss my family - its not that I do not spend time with them, but just having them hanging around me 24/7 is so much fun. We laughed, we ate, we slept (A LOT), we shopped, walked, tickled each other and just holding on to each other - I really missed it all. I know, many of you think I am getting emotional, growing old or just plain, "there is something wrong with Jit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEjtpp22II/AAAAAAAAAWc/olMjuHnZeCk/s1600-h/P1010138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEjtpp22II/AAAAAAAAAWc/olMjuHnZeCk/s200/P1010138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301057503574284418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Truth to be told, I miss those times.  We had such a good time in Kuching. My family is indeed very blessed to have this trip all paid for by a REALLY sweet friend. We thought that was it - the extent our blessings, until we arrived in Kuching. We were very well cared for by our hosts Tening and Stella. They drove us all around the city. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEoQk57kbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pbIsd9_6WsQ/s1600-h/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEoQk57kbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pbIsd9_6WsQ/s200/P1010177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301062501641458098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hey put us up in the finest rooms. They gave us the best food Kuching has to offer. They even stayed up late for us!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;As for my daughter Caysha, she had the best of time. Besides having a dog to play with, she also was blessed to have Clarissa, Alex and Natalie to hang out with. She definitely loves the company of kids. But more importantly, she got to have daddy all for her own and that definitely has been the highlight for me and Caysha. She got daddy all for her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thank you so much to both of you. We felt so loved by you and your family. My family and I really had a wonderful time. We are well rested and energized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEkyRu2dAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GCYJzczRtXk/s1600-h/P1010321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEkyRu2dAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GCYJzczRtXk/s200/P1010321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301058682563752962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEmij0Jl2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/3rigtZTXx0Q/s1600-h/P1010410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEmij0Jl2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/3rigtZTXx0Q/s200/P1010410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301060611563165538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-5927629737685230386?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/5927629737685230386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=5927629737685230386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5927629737685230386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5927629737685230386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-vacation.html' title='Family Vacation'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/SZEhWryDJQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EuAuK8ZRFwA/s72-c/P1010300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6877305290592321633</id><published>2009-02-03T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:17:18.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yes you will be seeing a whole lot of me from now on. No more jokes about me about blogging anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The latest news is this ... my wife and I will be expecting our first BOY come this June. WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!! Hallelujah. God is indeed good. We got to see the boy and boy oh boy, he is one good looking boy ... just like me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6877305290592321633?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6877305290592321633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6877305290592321633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6877305290592321633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6877305290592321633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-back.html' title='I AM BACK!!!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-8722900056762660231</id><published>2008-02-15T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:32.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R7UI5P1ikwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sq9qF46LiAc/s1600-h/59956563_541f05b7e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R7UI5P1ikwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sq9qF46LiAc/s320/59956563_541f05b7e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167045927074173698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Any person with a serious skin disease must...cry out, 'Unclean! Unclean!' As long as anyone has the sores, that one continues to be ritually unclean. That person must live alone; he or she must live outside the camp." Leviticus 13:45-46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Anyone who touches these things becomes unclean and must wash his clothes and bathe in water; he remains unclean until evening." Leviticus 15:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Have you ever met someone who was really filthy - who obviously hadn't had a shower in ages, whose appearance and body odour was repulsive to you? And then they come to shake your hand or, even worse, give you a hug!? I must confess that I try not to get too close to such people. Or, if someone has a contagious flu or disease, we tend to avoid them like the plague, don't we? We just don't want their disease or 'uncleanness' to rub off on us.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These somewhat strange chapters in Leviticus deal with such problems, outlining 'quarantine' and cleansing rules for uncleanness due to skin diseases and other physical problems. People were not to touch other 'unclean' people or objects lest they became unclean themselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;What a remarkable thing, then, when we look at the life of Jesus and discover that Jesus was not at all afraid to touch or be with 'unclean', sinful people. In fact this was one of the problems that the religious people of his day (the Pharisees) had with Jesus - while they ran away and hid from an 'unclean' world, Jesus embraced it with his love and purity. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see this numerous times in the life of Jesus, with him touching the lepers, the woman with the discharge of blood, the woman caught in adultery. Jesus wasn't afraid of being made 'unclean' by such encounters with sinful people. Instead, he imparted his cleanness and purity to them. He brought healing and purity to their uncleanness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;God calls us, as His followers, to do the same - not to be corrupted by the world, but instead to be a purifying and sanctifying influence on those around us; to impart His life, wholeness and purity to those we come in contact with every day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Now that's 'pure' power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lord, please use me to touch others with your love and power - to bring your healing and wholeness to a broken and unclean world. May my life radiate your purity and transform the lives of those around me, I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-8722900056762660231?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/8722900056762660231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=8722900056762660231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8722900056762660231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8722900056762660231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2008/02/pure-power.html' title='Pure Power'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R7UI5P1ikwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sq9qF46LiAc/s72-c/59956563_541f05b7e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6774083219583306025</id><published>2008-02-06T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:32.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death Of Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R6kRuZetDJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0_Z0o3Nucgs/s1600-h/quebec_broken-wall_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R6kRuZetDJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0_Z0o3Nucgs/s320/quebec_broken-wall_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163677936568306834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"But Jesus, again crying out loudly, breathed his last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;At that moment, the Temple curtain was ripped in two, top to bottom. There was an earthquake, and rocks were split in pieces. What's more, tombs were opened up, and many bodies of believers asleep in their graves were raised. (After Jesus' resurrection, they left the tombs, entered the holy city, and appeared to many."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Matthew 27:50-53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;That one moment split time in half, from BC to AD. From the Old Covenant to the New Covenant. From the Law of Sin and death to the Law of the Spirit of Life. From the need for animal sacrifices to atone for Sin, to the ultimate sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No more 6 inch thick curtain in the temple between the people and God. We can now come boldly to the Throne of Grace with Direct access through Christ. It wasn't a man ripping the curtain from bottom to top, but God ripping it from top to bottom. I've heard grace described as "God stooping down to us." God stooped down and rent the curtain in two, the final nail in the coffin to religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The man who spoke vehemently against the Pharisees and the Sadducee s and the religious scholars who could quote the scriptures chapter and verse, but there hearts were far away from God. The man who called the temple courts a den of thieves and made a scene tearing down the tables of the money-changers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jesus died to break the curse of that shallow religion and usher in a new way of coming to God. Worshiping him in Spirit and truth. Having the Law written on our hearts and not on tablets of stone. And he didn't leave us alone to try in our own strength to work it all out. He gave us his precious Holy Spirit, The Wonderful Counselor, who guides us into all truth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope and pray that we don't ever get bound up again by the man made rules of religion. But that we can walk with the Lord, guided by His Holy Spirit in all we do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you Lord for your sacrifice you made. You laid down your life for me, I lay down my life for you Lord. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6774083219583306025?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6774083219583306025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6774083219583306025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6774083219583306025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6774083219583306025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-of-religion.html' title='The Death Of Religion'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R6kRuZetDJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0_Z0o3Nucgs/s72-c/quebec_broken-wall_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-361084691855054917</id><published>2008-02-01T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:32.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Check - Who’s good am I working for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R6KPMJetDII/AAAAAAAAAO0/enEZ-fFS_9s/s1600-h/Volcano+National+Park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R6KPMJetDII/AAAAAAAAAO0/enEZ-fFS_9s/s320/Volcano+National+Park.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161845561785912450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mordecai the Jew was second in rank to King Xerxes, preeminent among the Jews, and held in high esteem by his many fellow Jews, because he worked for the good of his people and spoke up for the welfare of all the Jews.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esther 10:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is a new year, but it sure feels like the old. I am not one that read into things but of late, I have been feeling really frustrated. Frustrated to see how things has been handles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, same old habits and attitudes and the same results ... more hurts and more disappointments and more frustration. How come we cannot resolve things in a Christ like manner?  How come we are not able to adopt the Christ likeness before we go on ranting and pulling people down? How come we rather see, hold on and remember people's past when Christ have said that ALL IS FORGIVEN???!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth. I really thought that this year ... will be a new year ...a new beginning, a new hope, a new faith .... but really, its so frustrating and discouraging to see how things have turned out!!! All I can ask is this, "Lord, what are you saying and teaching me through the things I am seeing?" I want to speak out. I want to just give my peace of mind to the people who are so cruel and judgmental.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who doesn’t want to be held in high esteem? Every person has a desire to be honored. It’s heart check time! When I read this passage in Esther, I immediately asked myself - “Who’s good or welfare am I working for?” Do I speak up to be noticed? Do I work hard to be applauded and affirmed? Bummers - the answer is yes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Great leaders - Growing people will ask questions like these of themselves and those who are honest to the core, can serve God with high esteem and favor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I think people can smell the odors of self serving leadership - whether I serve and work hard for my well being or the people’s. Whether I speak up on behalf of others or to be noticed and affirmed. If I can “smell the odor” on others - I know others can “smell it” on me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-361084691855054917?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/361084691855054917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=361084691855054917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/361084691855054917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/361084691855054917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-check-whos-good-am-i-working-for.html' title='Heart Check - Who’s good am I working for?'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R6KPMJetDII/AAAAAAAAAO0/enEZ-fFS_9s/s72-c/Volcano+National+Park.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-8793655058233799343</id><published>2008-01-16T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:34.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41vP-THo0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/rI9sty_Y6dA/s1600-h/IMG_5581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41vP-THo0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/rI9sty_Y6dA/s320/IMG_5581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155899468620997442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41wG-THo1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/76IA8n2tbMU/s1600-h/IMG_5393.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41wG-THo1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/76IA8n2tbMU/s320/IMG_5393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155900413513802578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41ueuTHozI/AAAAAAAAAOM/26kQTOM4vMI/s1600-h/IMG_5564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41ueuTHozI/AAAAAAAAAOM/26kQTOM4vMI/s320/IMG_5564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155898622512440114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41rEuTHouI/AAAAAAAAANk/LnMO2DWzvtQ/s1600-h/IMG_5432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41rEuTHouI/AAAAAAAAANk/LnMO2DWzvtQ/s320/IMG_5432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155894877300957922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41wqOTHo2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/5rcfTF787iw/s1600-h/IMG_5578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41wqOTHo2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/5rcfTF787iw/s320/IMG_5578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155901019104191330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41sB-THowI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oa6V-opmPow/s1600-h/IMG_5447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41sB-THowI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oa6V-opmPow/s320/IMG_5447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155895929567945474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41xJeTHo3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/OLhEXw7V2uQ/s1600-h/IMG_5498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41xJeTHo3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/OLhEXw7V2uQ/s320/IMG_5498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155901555975103346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41uCuTHoyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/imxVV0vudw4/s1600-h/IMG_5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41uCuTHoyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/imxVV0vudw4/s320/IMG_5552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155898141476102946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Caysha              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi there everyone. Sorry for the long absence. Its been quite a month so far. So here are so update on my kid. We took our first family vacation at the beginning of the year and boy, did we all had a blast, especially for Caysha. Do not think I have seen her siled so much in the three days that we were in Melaka. Anyway, enjoy the photos. Will post more next time around!!!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-8793655058233799343?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/8793655058233799343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=8793655058233799343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8793655058233799343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8793655058233799343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-vacation.html' title='Family Vacation'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R41vP-THo0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/rI9sty_Y6dA/s72-c/IMG_5581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6887339780989946046</id><published>2007-12-14T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus In The Margins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R2HkZfMxEbI/AAAAAAAAANU/fN_O1X_xeCg/s1600-h/Perfect+Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R2HkZfMxEbI/AAAAAAAAANU/fN_O1X_xeCg/s320/Perfect+Rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143643375956726194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Every time your name comes up in my prayers, I say, "Oh, thank you, God!" I keep hearing of the love and faith you have for the Master Jesus, which brims over to other believers. And I keep praying that this faith we hold in common keeps showing up in the good things we do, and that people recognize Christ in all of it. Friend, you have no idea how good your love makes me feel, doubly so when I see your hospitality to fellow believers." Philemon 1:4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Here Paul is writing to Philemon and to the church that meets in his home. Paul is in prison when he writes this, and it's great to see that even though his circumstances are bleak, chained up for the Gospel, he obviously is still filled with a joy that can only come from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wouldn't you want to be like the people Paul is writing about here. Whenever someone prays for you they say, "Oh thank you God!" And where you are bearing so much fruit in your ministry that word is getting around that that the Love and faith you have for Jesus is brimming over to other believers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I also love to see here that Paul has been so blessed by their Love and their Hospitality to other believers. That's the kind of reputation you want. Proverbs says that "a good reputation is better than stored up riches."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I was thinking the other day, that all of my years in church life, I have really looked up to my leaders and tried to bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a healthy respect for Pastors and the responsibility they have on their shoulders, and I have tried to be a help rather than a hindrance. I hope that anyone who has pastored me in the past can speak of me like Paul spoke of Philemon and his church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I heard of a book recently called "Jesus in the margins." It talks about how there are lots of people in the margins of our lives who we are called to minister to but we overlook them in our busyness. Here at Agape and at Youth Ablaze, I hope we are always being a blessing to people,  in and outside of the margins, whether people can see us blessing them or not. We need to keep showing hospitality, and serving with all of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, you come across people in churches who always have a problem with something. Phillip Yancey calls them "grace growers." We need to handle them well. And if we look at it the right way it can be an opportunity for us to develop our character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lord, Help me make each day count for you. Anoint me with your Holy Spirit to reach out to whoever you call me to, in and outside of the margins. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6887339780989946046?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6887339780989946046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6887339780989946046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6887339780989946046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6887339780989946046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/12/jesus-in-margins.html' title='Jesus In The Margins'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R2HkZfMxEbI/AAAAAAAAANU/fN_O1X_xeCg/s72-c/Perfect+Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6986272260131432542</id><published>2007-11-28T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:35.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY FLIGHT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R0zZxkTkiTI/AAAAAAAAANM/Nvd8BT3AsS0/s1600-h/Hug+Me+PLEASE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R0zZxkTkiTI/AAAAAAAAANM/Nvd8BT3AsS0/s200/Hug+Me+PLEASE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137720720505473330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across this from a reading and thought all of you might enjoy it. For those who are going to fly this coming holidays, sorry-lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Pre-takeoff Announcement on a China Southern Airlines Flight]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; This is a true account of what was heard on a recent flight from Shenzhen to Qingtao by    China Southern Airlines:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good afternoon, Ladies and the German. This is your cheap purser Wang Lui speaking. On behalf of China Sudden  Airlines, I would like to welcome you on board our Bowling 737 from Shenzhen to Qingtao. Members of my crew speak Chinese and other languages that you do not know. It is a great pressure serving you to-die. Should you need any  resistance during the fright, peace do pest the call button. I and my gals are available to make you feel comfortable.  Meanwhile, the airkwaft is going to fry. Peace sit upright and keep you belt tightly fastened until dinner is served  at five dirty p.m. Hope you would enjoy your fright with us. Funk kill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6986272260131432542?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6986272260131432542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6986272260131432542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6986272260131432542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6986272260131432542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/11/scary-flight.html' title='SCARY FLIGHT!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/R0zZxkTkiTI/AAAAAAAAANM/Nvd8BT3AsS0/s72-c/Hug+Me+PLEASE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-8317244355838913571</id><published>2007-11-13T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:36.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caysha Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlOWhVBGcI/AAAAAAAAAME/9b0GdyyGKQA/s1600-h/DSC_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlOWhVBGcI/AAAAAAAAAME/9b0GdyyGKQA/s320/DSC_0541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132219399176001986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is another update on my beautiful daughter. She has reached another milestone in her life - she hits 3 month old. She is sure growing so fast and is already outgrowing most of her clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Can never get enough of her these days as she is smiling a whole lot more - she is even learning to chuckle too!!! Also she is more observant, as well as very responsive. Finally, I found someone who will never get bored of me or my constant talking ... Ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, enjoy the photos ... I know my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlRxhVBGeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YT5ienZ893w/s1600-h/DSC_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlRxhVBGeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YT5ienZ893w/s320/DSC_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132223161567353314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlUnBVBGhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WyfLXwRIpPo/s1600-h/DSC_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlUnBVBGhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WyfLXwRIpPo/s320/DSC_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132226279713610258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; and I cherished the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlYdRVBGkI/AAAAAAAAANE/WKIbWRfU014/s1600-h/DSC_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlYdRVBGkI/AAAAAAAAANE/WKIbWRfU014/s200/DSC_0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132230510256396866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlXWxVBGjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2fOUdIp4vMU/s1600-h/DSC_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlXWxVBGjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2fOUdIp4vMU/s200/DSC_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132229299075619378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;uc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;h.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-8317244355838913571?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/8317244355838913571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=8317244355838913571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8317244355838913571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8317244355838913571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/11/caysha-update.html' title='Caysha Update'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RzlOWhVBGcI/AAAAAAAAAME/9b0GdyyGKQA/s72-c/DSC_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-313893892537530460</id><published>2007-11-01T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:36.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vow Is A VOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RylGGCsYl8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/AdU3l2ZBO_A/s1600-h/lowenthal060403b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RylGGCsYl8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/AdU3l2ZBO_A/s320/lowenthal060403b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127706720354211778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Before he sailed, he had his hair cut off at Cenchrea because of a vow he had taken." Acts 18:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Paul amazes me. He was in such opposition to Christians, he used to slaughter them, now he is so passionate about persuading others of the resurrection of Christ. He doesn't do things in half measures.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You don't often here much of vows in the contemporary church of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In scripture I think of Samson and his nazirite vow not to shave his head. John the Baptist did the same. These guys were so full-on for God that they were willing to have there outward appearance change because of a vow they had made.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me realise the level of commitment these guys had. They truly were history makers, they rose up among their contemporaries and obey the call of God on their lives. Even though shaving your head or not cutting your hair as a vow to God seems like a minor detail. I don't know many Christians today who would be willing to do it as an act of obedience to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Many christians today are flat out paying a tithe or an offering, or serving on a team, or are willing to set aside time each week to be a part of a ministry group, or to even fast some food.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is not to do it for religions sake, but because you are so close to the Lord, you hear his voice and he calls you to do it and you obey.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm sure Paul took that vow because he wanted to honour a commitment he made to his best friend, Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; know a few single friends who have taken a vow of celibacy for 20 years! Now that is commitment! I know a youth pastor who has shaved his head because God told him too. I know people in ministry who tithe 90% of their earnings to honour a vow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We need to be willing to sacrifice whatever pleases the Lord. Jesus calls us to take up our cross daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lord, whatever it takes to honour you Lord. Let me hear your voice. I don't want to be in the crowd of the uncommitted, I want to be among the chorus of the obedient. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-313893892537530460?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/313893892537530460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=313893892537530460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/313893892537530460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/313893892537530460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/11/vow-is-vow.html' title='A Vow Is A VOW'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RylGGCsYl8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/AdU3l2ZBO_A/s72-c/lowenthal060403b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-7480052502694797634</id><published>2007-10-24T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:36.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rx7AsO_C29I/AAAAAAAAAL0/M8kEdPYfF5A/s1600-h/IMG_4987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rx7AsO_C29I/AAAAAAAAAL0/M8kEdPYfF5A/s320/IMG_4987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124745292163505106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Then Peter said, "Ananias, how is it that Satan has so filled your heart that you have lied to the Holy Spirit and have kept for yourself some of the money you received for the land? Didn't it belong to you before it was sold? And after it was sold, wasn't the money at your disposal? What made you think of doing such a thing? You have not lied to men but to God." Acts 3:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;With great revival comes great holiness. In the book of Acts there is awesome revival! Thousands saved, healed, delivered, people giving money to the Lord, lots of awesome things happening, and God is not letting anyone get away with their lies. Ananias both fell dead on the spot for lying to God about their giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read in Malachi 3:9 how God's people are under a curse because they are robbing him in tithes and offerings.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;God requires much of us. When he moves powerfully, there is a price to pay. He wants us to be fully devoted, mind body, soul, spirit, time, house, car, wallet. If you take a look at someone's bank statements, you can see who they worship, by the places where they put their money. Some of us need to get born-again in our wallet or purse too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Ortberg preached at the Willow Creek Summit about how we need to confess and turn from our shadow mission, so we can get on with God's mission for our lives. He confessed that his shadow mission is "Man's approval" Once he had dealt with that and confessed it to his fellow leaders he could overcome it and move on with God! Here Ananias and Sapphira had a shadow mission of greed, and financial gain. God dealt with it severely, he demands holiness from us. The Bible says, "be perfect as our heavenly father is perfect." It's a high standard, but with the power of the Holy Spirit, "All things are possible for him who believes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lord, I lay any shadow mission down at your feet, and ask you to empower me to overcome it, and walk in holiness before you. In Jesus name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-7480052502694797634?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/7480052502694797634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=7480052502694797634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7480052502694797634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7480052502694797634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/10/shadow-mission.html' title='Shadow Mission'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rx7AsO_C29I/AAAAAAAAAL0/M8kEdPYfF5A/s72-c/IMG_4987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-4261247598351385198</id><published>2007-10-19T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:40:02.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE CHILDREN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was so inspired when I read Joy's last blog about children response are when it comes to the definition of love. So here is my contribution on what children think when it comes to science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Subject: science exam answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: Name the four seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;            A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand,                 dead sheep and canoeists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: How is dew formed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: How can you delay milk turning sour? (brilliant, love this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: Keep it in the cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: What causes the tides in the oceans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water tends to flow towards                 the moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature hates a vacuum. I forget                 where the sun joins in this fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: What are steroids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: What happens to your body as you age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: Premature death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: How are the main parts of the body categorized? (e.g., abdomen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: The body is consisted into three parts -- the brainium, the borax and the abdominal                     cavity. The brainium contains the brain; the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the             abdominal cavity contains the five bowels A, E, I, O, and U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Q: What is the fibula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: A small lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: What does "varicose" mean? (I do love this one...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: Nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       Q: Give the meaning of the term "Caesarian Section."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;       A: The Caesarian Section is a district in Rome .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-4261247598351385198?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/4261247598351385198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=4261247598351385198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/4261247598351385198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/4261247598351385198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-children.html' title='I LOVE CHILDREN!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-3564169763794851440</id><published>2007-10-18T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:10:52.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story Of Love and Forgivness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Just wanted to share this story with all of you. Its someone dear and special to me. When I was in Hawai'i, I always looked forward to Sunday Service. Every Sunday morning without fail, I will see this sweet lady smiling at the entrance of the hall. When you see her, you can tell she is really "REAL" and really sweet. She would greet me and welcome - but the one thing I remember most is this .... she has the sweetest and most loving hugs!!!!! I love it and miss it. Her hug always tells me and reminds me that everything is ok .... that God loves me. SO when I came across her story, I now know why she hugs so well. Happy Reading!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Servant's Heart &lt;/strong&gt;Florence Chang's Story&lt;div class="relatedinfo"&gt;   &lt;div class="relatedinfo"&gt; &lt;img class="across" src="http://www.enewhope.org/news/000287/1.jpg" height="192" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="article"&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;If you have attended the 7 am Sunday service at Farrington High School, you probably have seen Alfred and Florence Chang before.&lt;/span&gt; They have served as greeters for the 8 years, and just recently celebrated their 60th anniversary on August 30th. What you may not know is that they both graduated from Farrington High School in 1943, though they did not know each other then. &lt;span class="style1"&gt;Another thing you may not have known was Florence’s tremendously difficult upbringing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;Before Florence was even born, she had earned the animosity of her mother.&lt;/span&gt; While pregnant with Florence, the family lost a toddler-aged daughter. Chinese traditions forbade expectant mothers from attending funerals, as it is said to harm the unborn child. As a result, Florence’s mother held a grudge against her even before she was born. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;That grudge grew into unabated hatred over the years, and it showed through Ma’s treatment of Florence.&lt;/span&gt; Florence was physically and verbally abused on a daily basis, she was thrown in the garbage, threatened to be flushed down the toilet, even thrown in the oven in a fit of rage. She was told that she was stupid and good for nothing, and was even told &lt;em&gt;“I wish you were dead.”&lt;/em&gt; All this before Florence entered third grade. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;One year, Florence was enrolled at Sacred Hearts Academy. She didn’t do well there because of the advanced workload, and years of discouragement placed upon her, but there was one thing that Florence particularly enjoyed about Sacred Hearts: chapel. &lt;span class="style1"&gt;At chapel, she would sing the hymns at the top of her lungs, it gave her a strong sense of peace, which she now knows was God’s first touch on her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img class="across" src="http://www.enewhope.org/news/000287/2.jpg" height="231" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of suicide crept into Florence’s head when she was a teenager. Her hardships at home and at school began to pile up, and there were times where it just felt like too much to handle. However, she worried what would happen if she didn’t actually die in the attempt. She would have been severely hurt or handicapped and only her Ma to care for her. She decided that was a fate worse than death and decided not to go through with her thoughts, hoping that whatever the future held would be better. &lt;span class="style2"&gt;“Looking back, God held me in His hands at that time,” said Florence. “However, there was yet more to face, and it was not easy.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Her time at Farrington High School was very hectic. During World War II, the campus was also used as a hospital, so half of the students would attend school in the morning, and the other half would go in the afternoon. Florence didn’t ever meet her future husband, Alfred while at Farrington, although they graduated in 1943 together. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;When Florence graduated, her father and one of her sisters watched the ceremony, but her mother stayed home. “I went to school every morning by myself and didn’t expect any kind of celebration, even at home.” She didn’t get to enjoy graduation at all, so the very next day she began work at the Hawaiian Ordinance as a messenger. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img class="across" src="http://www.enewhope.org/news/000287/3.jpg" height="241" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A few years after beginning work at Hawaiian Ordinance, Alfred Chang came into Florence’s life. Ma tried to discourage Alfred from dating Florence by giving her countless chores before she was able to leave. Many times, they ended up not going out, and Florence even told him to stop coming by. But Alfred persisted. One day, he asked Florence’s father for her hand in marriage, and received Pa’s blessings. When Alfred presented Florence with the ring, she happily accepted. Ma sat with Alfred and Florence and for the first time, Florence heard how good she was and many other beautiful things about herself from her mother. &lt;span class="style1"&gt;She was glad to get rid of Florence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;They were married on August 30, 1947, and began a new hectic life together. &lt;/span&gt;After a year of marriage, they were blessed with their first of four children, a son. As their children grew, Florence and Alfred decided that they would begin attending church. When she told them about their decision, Florence’s parents openly showed their animosity, but Florence and her family continued to go to church anyway. Alfred didn’t want to go to a “big church,” so they went to small churches where they felt the Spirit leading. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img class="left" src="http://www.enewhope.org/news/000287/4.jpg" height="290" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When most of her children had grown and moved out on their own, Florence had a vision where she saw her father walking with a man and a woman. She recognized the man as her older brother who had died during World War II and her sister that died as a toddler. Later that morning, she received a call that her father had passed away. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;By that time, her Ma was old and needed help once in a while. Florence’s younger sister asked if she would be able to come once a week and take care of Ma. “I didn’t hesitate or say ‘I’ll think about it,’” she agreed to help right away.&lt;span class="style1"&gt; Even after all those years of physical and psychological abuse, Florence knew that she had to take care of her mom.&lt;em&gt; “The very one who rejected me ended up needing me,” she said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;As she took care of her mom, by walking the dog and seeing that her Ma ate lunch, Florence would often talk about Jesus to her. She taught her how to pray, and taught her about what the Cross meant. One day as Ma was getting ready for her afternoon nap, she asked Florence if she was going to go to heaven.&lt;span class="style1"&gt; So Florence led her to say the sinner’s prayer and accept Christ into her heart. &lt;/span&gt;When Ma laid down to rest, she looked very strange. What happened was Ma had suffered a slight stroke at the time, and she was sent to the hospital. She passed away late in the evening past visiting hours, so the family was unable be there and she died alone. But Florence believes that Jesus was there with her as she passed. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img class="right" src="http://www.enewhope.org/news/000287/5.jpg" height="185" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Throughout the years, Florence and Alfred still attended church. On a whim, Florence decided to attend New Hope and found a home there. But Alfred was still averse to attending big churches, so he went to New Hope reluctantly. However, Pastor Wayne spoke to Alfred’s heart as if they were speaking one on one, and he too found a home at New Hope. &lt;span class="style1"&gt;They joined the Greeters Ministry just one year after they began attending where they still serve faithfully to this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="relatedinfo"&gt;   &lt;div class="relatedinfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-3564169763794851440?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3564169763794851440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=3564169763794851440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3564169763794851440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3564169763794851440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-of-love-and-forgivness.html' title='A Story Of Love and Forgivness'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6555711121426504259</id><published>2007-10-02T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:37.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHvsyulfMI/AAAAAAAAALU/1qyTx1WWb20/s1600-h/IMG_4913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHvsyulfMI/AAAAAAAAALU/1qyTx1WWb20/s320/IMG_4913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116634204480044226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;My daughter is beginning to smile more and when she does, daddy's heart just melts away. Now I know how it feels like to have a rough day and coming home to see your daughter smiling at you - ahhhh... just takes my breath away and I remember nothing about the bad day, or the stressful day I had earlier on. Its really amazing how much a smile can do to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;It got me thinking, why don't people smile more? I mean really. Everyday I see people, both young and old having long and depressing looks. I tell myself maybe they just had a bad day, or they are sad because of circumstances. I think it we can smile more, we can actually make a difference. Yes, just a SMILE can go a long way. A smile tells people that ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHxLyulfNI/AAAAAAAAALc/Jni0lxivpgE/s1600-h/IMG_4931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHxLyulfNI/AAAAAAAAALc/Jni0lxivpgE/s320/IMG_4931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116635836567616722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You are happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) You are contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) You got joy in your life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You are nuts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) It gi&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ves  them a reason to smile back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;o people, let just do that. Lets declare this whole month as SMILING MONTH. I am so inspired when I see my daughter smile. Maybe, we all can do the same!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHyRSulfOI/AAAAAAAAALk/iR_DoxQVR_E/s1600-h/IMG_4926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHyRSulfOI/AAAAAAAAALk/iR_DoxQVR_E/s200/IMG_4926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116637030568525026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHzWyulfPI/AAAAAAAAALs/1V1-ry0sfC0/s1600-h/IMG_4929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHzWyulfPI/AAAAAAAAALs/1V1-ry0sfC0/s200/IMG_4929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116638224569433330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6555711121426504259?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6555711121426504259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6555711121426504259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6555711121426504259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6555711121426504259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/10/smile.html' title='SMILE!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RwHvsyulfMI/AAAAAAAAALU/1qyTx1WWb20/s72-c/IMG_4913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-1290910729181669398</id><published>2007-09-22T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:37.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvSOhyulfKI/AAAAAAAAALE/teDNeFr0vSQ/s1600-h/Prayers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvSOhyulfKI/AAAAAAAAALE/teDNeFr0vSQ/s320/Prayers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112868188176350370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then an angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the altar of incense. When Zechariah saw him, he was startled and was gripped with fear. But the angel said to him: "Do not be afraid, Zechariah; your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you are to give him the name John. He will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of his birth, for he will be great in the sight of the Lord. He is never to take wine or other fermented drink, and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit even from birth."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke 1:11-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can picture Zechariah, in the temple of the Lord, burning the incense, praying to God. Then he saw the angel Gabriel, and got that feeling. That feeling you get when you wake up in the night and hear a noise, and think there's an intruder in the house, that feeling when you are in a high rise building and you look down and you feel like you're sick in the guts. He saw something supernatural, and he was startled and gripped with fear.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why they put a leg rope around the priests ankle when he went into the temple, so that if he died in the presence of God, they could drag him out.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvSPJiulfLI/AAAAAAAAALM/wKdgvL2_1Js/s1600-h/CG+outing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvSPJiulfLI/AAAAAAAAALM/wKdgvL2_1Js/s320/CG+outing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112868871076150450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it how most times when angels appeared to someone in scripture, they said, "Do not be afraid!" They must be pretty awesome beings to warrant such a response. Recently my and I saw Evan Almighty, there is a great scene where God appears to a senator in his first senate sitting, when they are saying the Pledge of allegiance. It's so funny because he faints straight after the bit where he says, "One nation under God" and God is next to Him saying, "One nation under me", then he turns and sees God and faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I also love the bit in this passage where it says that John will be great in the sight of the Lord. That's my desire, not to be great in the sight of man, but to bring pleasure to my father. For him to be proud of me. To obey him in what he's asked me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lord, I want to be filled with your Spirit, like John. Would you hear my prayers, like you heard Zechariah's. May this day be a joy and a delight to you! Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-1290910729181669398?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/1290910729181669398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=1290910729181669398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1290910729181669398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1290910729181669398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/09/visitation.html' title='The Visitation'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvSOhyulfKI/AAAAAAAAALE/teDNeFr0vSQ/s72-c/Prayers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6614538628661950437</id><published>2007-09-21T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:38.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caysha Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMaZSulfGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gv0i-N0o_84/s1600-h/IMG_4780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMaZSulfGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gv0i-N0o_84/s320/IMG_4780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112459023821929570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well this is the long awaited update on my daughter. Everyone has been bugging me for more pictures and finally, I downloaded all the pictures from my camera. Its been a wonderful journey for both my wife and I. I must admit that it is much tougher work then I thought and I am just the father. My wife is the one that is in the front line feeding her. Breast feeding is tough ... just looking at how my wife do it everyday seems to make my job looks so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Caysha is putting on some major weight. She is a little heavier, and she smiles a whole lot more now too. She is a VERY active kid and if you don't believe, as our very first baby sitter, Ly. She can be so active that she wears me down. Youth ministry looks so easy now ... ha ha ha ha. If there is one thing to describe my daughter is this - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE HAS HUGE APPETITE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Really! She drinks like a bottomless pit. At the rate she is going, I am going to be broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMbOiulfHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oj9otjVCJa8/s1600-h/IMG_4769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMbOiulfHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oj9otjVCJa8/s200/IMG_4769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112459938649963634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, she is our darling. We are just so in love with her everyday. One of the thing I look forward to everyday is rushing home to see her, and wife too, of course. Being a parent now really changes everything, including priorities. I suppose you can say that I am beginning to grow up ... hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMcNSulfII/AAAAAAAAAK0/pCgBl48Vu9U/s1600-h/IMG_4762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMcNSulfII/AAAAAAAAAK0/pCgBl48Vu9U/s200/IMG_4762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112461016686754946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMdIiulfJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FvCSpS6cDQg/s1600-h/IMG_4783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMdIiulfJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FvCSpS6cDQg/s200/IMG_4783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112462034594004114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6614538628661950437?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6614538628661950437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6614538628661950437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6614538628661950437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6614538628661950437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/09/caysha-update.html' title='Caysha Update'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RvMaZSulfGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gv0i-N0o_84/s72-c/IMG_4780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-2254235254088464347</id><published>2007-09-12T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RudRiAAgCxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lTDFE52-Iw8/s1600-h/m02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RudRiAAgCxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lTDFE52-Iw8/s320/m02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109141946834619154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All these are the beginning of birth pains. Mat.24:6-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This is the passage that cames to mind as I watched the many documentaries of September 11 the last 2 days. To see the many lives that was taken away, broken families, the physical destruction, the tedious work of search, rescue and recovery and the change in the landscape following the attacks in New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I can still remember clearly the day of the attacks. I was in my apartment, just coming home from a long night of looking for a runaway student. My house mate was already fast asleep by then. I was just about to close my eyes to sleep and about 30 minutes later, i was rudely awaken by my house mate and I can still remember her exacts word to me as she was banging on my door, "Jit, we've been attacked. Someone blew up the Twin Towers. Wake up. We are at WAR!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RudTwgAgCyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UCAlBok0tJk/s1600-h/AttackSmoke11thReuters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RudTwgAgCyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UCAlBok0tJk/s200/AttackSmoke11thReuters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109144394965977890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The first thing that came through my mind was, "Not another Pearl Harbor, please Lord." I ran out of my room and the next 2 hours, our eyes were glued to the little dingy tv set we owned. I watched in horror the plane slamming into the tower and then the horrific picture of the mighty Twin Towers collapsing into rubble. We both stood still in horror and the next thing we heard, the sounding of the civil emergency alarm ringing all across the islands f Hawai'i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As I watched the events that took place 6 years ago on the tube, I cannot but have teary eyes, just like the first time I watched it. Even though I have been back for close to 5 years, that one day in September has been etched in my memory for the rest of my life. Having to know some people who have lost love one that day, really hits home the massive destruction. I couldn't bear to see certain portion of the documentaries, and I told my wife that it is just too painful because i know people who died in that scene. I do not think there is anything in this world that can make me feel as lousy as I did on that day as well as last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RudV2wAgC0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/nr0SRmClyB4/s1600-h/FiremenSaving11th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RudV2wAgC0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/nr0SRmClyB4/s200/FiremenSaving11th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109146701363415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I have learned that we live in a very very scary time. A time of volatility. As the passage suggest, there will be wars and rumors of wars. As we looked at the landscape of the world, we see all this happening right before our eyes. We cannot stand back and say that this is has nothing to do with us. As Christians, we need to pray even harder. The evil one is robbing and taking lives away - lives that has yet to know and experience the love of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;God's plan from the beginning was for man to have eternity in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eccl.3:11 says, " He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Ruda3AAgC1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/cepk-2Uw99M/s1600-h/1011.pjpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Ruda3AAgC1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/cepk-2Uw99M/s200/1011.pjpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109152203216522066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; has also set eternity in the hearts of men ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; We need to purpose eternity in everything that we do. The words that we speak, our actions, our lives, our thoughts, our ministry, our works must have eternity purposed in it. Unless we do that, then we will be missing out on our mission in this life here on earth. The world needs to see the goodness, the redemption and the love of God. They have sen enough wars and destruction, its time that we Christian rise up and show the world the love of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-2254235254088464347?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/2254235254088464347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=2254235254088464347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/2254235254088464347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/2254235254088464347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-will-hear-of-wars-and-rumors-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RudRiAAgCxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lTDFE52-Iw8/s72-c/m02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-8408530730755418011</id><published>2007-08-17T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsUf2xtwptI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JzGhSdIFL1Q/s1600-h/Full+Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsUf2xtwptI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JzGhSdIFL1Q/s320/Full+Moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099517178985621202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the temple courts he found men selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple area, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. To those who sold doves he said, "Get these out of here! How dare you turn my Father's house into a market!" His disciples remembered that it is written: "Zeal for your house will consume me."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 2:14-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I used to think it was a sin to get angry. In an anger management course I use to took, they talked about how people are either a hedgehog or a rhino when it comes to anger. Some of us bottle things up, some of us explode. We need to understand that we are all unique and we display our emotions differently. However the Bible reminds us, "In your anger, do not sin." There is a line we can cross when we are angry, the Holy Spirit can give us self -control to not cross over that line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Here Jesus had a righteous anger. Zeal for his Father's house had consumed him. He would not let his Fathers house be turned into a "Den of Thieves" as one version puts it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;We in the church need to constantly examine ourselves, that we are honoring the Lord in His House. He said his house is a house of prayer for all nations, that there should be a word of instruction, a revelation etc. That we speak to one another in psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. That we should not give up the habit of meeting together as some do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsUgIxtwpuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v2d76BO08Mc/s1600-h/Just+Hanging+Around.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsUgIxtwpuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v2d76BO08Mc/s320/Just+Hanging+Around.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099517488223266530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;s interesting too that Jesus cleared out the Jewish temple of worship here, and Paul tells us that our bodies are the Temple of the Holy Spirit, we need to keep our bodies clean in the same way that Jesus cleaned out the Temple in this passage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;One of the other things we need to clean up is to be free from idols.  One of the reasons why God doesn't like idols is because it only reflects a small part of his character. Example, if we have an idol of Christ on the Cross, it only shows him in death, but he is resurrected. If we only show him as a shepherd, it doesn't show him as a king. And God has so many awesome attributes to him that any idol of him would do him no justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lord, I pray that as a church as well as a youth group, we will honor you in your house. I pray that I will worship you well with my body, I pray that we will get rid of any idols, and worship you only. Come and clean out whatever you need to Lord! Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.03em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-8408530730755418011?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/8408530730755418011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=8408530730755418011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8408530730755418011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8408530730755418011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-temple-courts-he-found-men-selling.html' title=''/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsUf2xtwptI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JzGhSdIFL1Q/s72-c/Full+Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-8068490375193753323</id><published>2007-08-16T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:40.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Made Me Fearless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsPDoRtwprI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NTnCpFjdKcg/s1600-h/sunrise+in+paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsPDoRtwprI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NTnCpFjdKcg/s320/sunrise+in+paradise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099134299831051954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.03em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But the LORD said to me, "Do not say, 'I am only a child.' You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you," declares the LORD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Then the LORD reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, "Now, I have put my words in your mouth. See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremiah 1:7-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Battered Fish sang a song called "fearless" Which said, "my God made me fearless, I'm clay nothing but clay, molded my divine hands." Those lyrics really spoke to me in my early years of ministry, I felt too young, not trained enough, too inexperienced to do anything for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our whole lives we can have these excuses, I'm too busy, too tired, too old, too shy, too married, too single too blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We need to be fearless in the things we do for God. If we feel he's called us, he will equip us, he will put the words in our mouth, he will anoint us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsPFrxtwpsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WyPShlX4pGo/s1600-h/Gals+in+Circles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsPFrxtwpsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WyPShlX4pGo/s320/Gals+in+Circles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099136558983849666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.03em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sometimes when I speak at a meeting or in a room full of successful leaders, at a church, or at a camp, I can feel so nervous, vulnerable and inept and useless for the task. But then God reminds me that he's called me to preach, he speaks to me like he did to Jeremiah, and then I can do all things through him who strengthens me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If we could see with our spiritual eyes the number of angels around fighting for us, if we could see how the Holy Spirit is working on people, if we could grasp how powerful God is and how he can bless a situation with his hand, we would never have any fear again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Lord I want to be bolder in my sharing of the Gospel, not just at speaking engagements, but one on one with people that I bump in to day to day. I also want to equip others to be raised up to be who they're called to be. I pray that the spirit of fear will be bound up and defeated in Agape by the Blood of Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-8068490375193753323?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/8068490375193753323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=8068490375193753323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8068490375193753323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8068490375193753323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-made-me-fearless.html' title='God Made Me Fearless'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsPDoRtwprI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NTnCpFjdKcg/s72-c/sunrise+in+paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-308158512890278244</id><published>2007-08-14T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:42.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caysha Iwalani Lim Ee Lynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFExg0SmOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DSWSN1YEMvw/s1600-h/Caysha+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFExg0SmOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DSWSN1YEMvw/s320/Caysha+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098431870573648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi Everybody. Sorry for the long absence from my blog. Wow ..so much have change and happened since i last blog and i really do not know where to start. Hmm .. the biggest change would be the birth of my first child, Caysha on August 4th, 2007. I do not think that life can ever prepare oneself for this one moment in time. TO set the record straight, I was with my wife ALL the way to birth of Caysha and NO ... I did not faint at all. She came out screaming at 3:48pm and weighing in at 2.60 kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Its been an amazing journey starting out from last year with the news of my wife's pregnancy. I looked back and i look at my child, I am truly amaze what a GREAT GOD we serve. HE knitted everything there is in my child for the last nine months, and she is beautiful. I feel so small and so insignificant as I think of His wondrous love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Needless to say, my life is no longer the same. I cannot even remember what is it like before now that I have my child. I looked forward to everyday just to see a glimpse of her smile. Anyway, here are some photos from a very proud and delighted daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFFWg0SmPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pmDQrQc8A_w/s1600-h/IMG_4601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFFWg0SmPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pmDQrQc8A_w/s200/IMG_4601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098432506228807922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFJuQ0SmVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yu6J1AP_zr8/s1600-h/Caysha+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFJuQ0SmVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yu6J1AP_zr8/s200/Caysha+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098437312297212242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFGDw0SmRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zhCohOP2AqY/s1600-h/Caysha+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFGDw0SmRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zhCohOP2AqY/s200/Caysha+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098433283617888530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFLHQ0SmWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wZVHWCu9_0Y/s1600-h/IMG_4717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFLHQ0SmWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wZVHWCu9_0Y/s200/IMG_4717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098438841305569634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFHOA0SmTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XgT5TLKNWWQ/s1600-h/IMG_4702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFHOA0SmTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XgT5TLKNWWQ/s200/IMG_4702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434559223175474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFFyw0SmQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ui86MwNVWQw/s1600-h/IMG_4607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFFyw0SmQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ui86MwNVWQw/s200/IMG_4607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098432991560112386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFIvA0SmUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8XQjX72zrWk/s1600-h/IMG_4722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFIvA0SmUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8XQjX72zrWk/s200/IMG_4722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098436225670486338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-308158512890278244?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/308158512890278244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=308158512890278244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/308158512890278244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/308158512890278244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/08/caysha-iwalani-lim-ee-lynn.html' title='Caysha Iwalani Lim Ee Lynn'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RsFExg0SmOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DSWSN1YEMvw/s72-c/Caysha+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-8731279806059532244</id><published>2007-07-17T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:00:59.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children at the Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Fz5In54DLpY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Fz5In54DLpY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing what a little bit of faith can do to a city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-8731279806059532244?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/8731279806059532244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=8731279806059532244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8731279806059532244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8731279806059532244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/07/children-at-revival.html' title='Children at the Revival'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-4681549337382499668</id><published>2007-07-13T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:42.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caysha Iwalani Lim: Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpbbTsufjsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mG4hJFaibuo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpbbTsufjsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mG4hJFaibuo/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086493960631717570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Its been a while now since I last updated on my baby girl. Well my wife is etching nearer and nearer towards her delivery date. I would be lying to you if I said I am not anxious, because I really am. But also excited to see how she would look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We are almost ready on terms of the physical arrangement. God has been good in providing us a confinement lady that is not only good, but also within the price range we have been seeking. Joanna just got done with the painting of Caysha's room and it looks like a happy blue ocean wall with lots of life. Thank you Joanna for the beautiful mural. My child is going to love the ocean because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Continue to pray for my wife as she is not getting any lighter. Pray that she will have an easy delivery on that BIG day ... and she will get her shape back as quickly as possible ... heh heh heh.  Anyway, here is some of Caysha's update as well as what my wife, Li Poh is going through ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpbcN8ufjtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0oU5hBKGta0/s1600-h/fetaldev36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpbcN8ufjtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0oU5hBKGta0/s320/fetaldev36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086494961359097554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Your baby is still gaining weight -- about an ounce/ 28 grams a day. She weighs nearly 6 pounds/ 2.7 kilograms and is 19 inches/ 45 centimeters long from head to toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You may begin to feel an increased pressure in your lower abdomen and notice that your baby is gradually dropping. This is called lightening or engagement, and your lungs and stomach will finally get a chance to stretch out a little -- breathing and eating should become easier. However, walking may become increasingly uncomfortable -- some women say it feels as if the baby is going to fall out. Also, you may still feel as if you need to go to the loo all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-4681549337382499668?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/4681549337382499668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=4681549337382499668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/4681549337382499668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/4681549337382499668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/07/caysha-iwalani-lim-update.html' title='Caysha Iwalani Lim: Update'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpbbTsufjsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mG4hJFaibuo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-3779753278141418027</id><published>2007-07-12T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:43.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Micah Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpWSOsufjpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rJEmFzqSsF8/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpWSOsufjpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rJEmFzqSsF8/s320/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086132135406833298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Micah 6:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This verse has become well known recently through "The Micah Challenge." A group of ministries including world vision, tear and uniting care etc have partnered to educate the church on how to respond to the needs of the poor around the world. I Believe God is restoring the importance of this back to his church.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Firstly, it says, "He has showed you, O man, what is good." Since Adam and Eve, God has shown us what is good. He has showed us how to live, though leaders and prophets and his Word, we all know of the good that we ought to do, sadly many of us don't do the good, that's the problem of sin, where we are disobedient to his promptings to do good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Secondly, it says, "And what does the LORD require of you?" This is a question we must ask ourselves all day long. How can I serve you best Lord? Who are you sending me too? What do you want me to do with my finances? How can I best spend the next hour? What can I write for you? What do you require of me?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Whatever we do, he wants us, "To act justly" as Proverbs says, "the Lord hates dishonest scales," He cares about our heart most of all. He wants us to live with integrity, to promote justice wherever we can. And then to Love mercy. I heard a guy recently share about an experience where he was taken to hell. He said that there was no mercy there. In his agony and pain, no-one had a moment of mercy or caring about him. Jesus showed mercy to many, he should be our example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpWTVsufjqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2PNTu2zDog8/s1600-h/P1030973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpWTVsufjqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2PNTu2zDog8/s320/P1030973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086133355177545378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I love the last line on this verse, to walk humbly with your God. Everyday wherever we go, we are walking. Around the house, at the office, at the shops, walking. This is our call above all. To walk humbly with God, listening to his Holy Spirit, not walking proudly, not walking like we are God's superstar, or his top gun, but walking humbly with Him, this will bear much fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lord, Thank you for setting the example for us. I want to please you above all else. Guide my steps today Lord. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-3779753278141418027?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3779753278141418027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=3779753278141418027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3779753278141418027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3779753278141418027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/07/micah-challenge.html' title='The Micah Challenge'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RpWSOsufjpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rJEmFzqSsF8/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-5255852232486783579</id><published>2007-06-21T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:36:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Recently, I managed to get hold of a recent History test paper. To my amazement, it is truly hilarious. Please be reminded, I did not alter any of the answers myself. What you are about to read, actually took place here in the local school. It goes to show what the schools are teaching our young minds or what the young minds are thinking about during History lessons. The following are excerpts from test papers that I found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CAUTION: May cause you to roll around the floor laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Namakan pengasas agama Buddha?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kawan Nabi Muhammad s.a.w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Nyatakan 2 teras dalam Agama Islam?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perempuan mesti memakai tudung dan Lelaki mesti sunat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Namaka 3 fungsi utama tuhan dalam agama Hindu?&lt;br /&gt;A: 1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memberi tuah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melindungi orang-orang hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melindungi ayam and itik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Senaraikan 2 warisan candi yang terkenal di Asia Tenggara?&lt;br /&gt;A: 1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who eat pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; People who don't eat pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Senaraikan 2 karya epik kesusasteraan India yang menyumbang kepada unsul mitos kesusasteraan klasik Asia Tenggara?&lt;br /&gt;A: 1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What wait? What wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nokia - COnnecting people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Nyatakan 4 sifat terpuji Nabi Muhammad s.a.w&lt;br /&gt;A: 1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makan pork baik untuk badan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merokok sangat merbahaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jangan Menghisap dadah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inertia is the tendency to resist change of motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Nyatakan tempat Nabi Muhammad s.a.w menerima wahyu pertamanya?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padang Sek. Men. Kebangsaan Sultan Abdul Jalil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Apakah pekerjaan yang pernah dilakukan oleh Nabi Muhammad s.a.w sebelum baginda menjadi rasul?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menjual kereta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer: I do not mean to offend or disrespect any other religion with this posting. These are just answers to a school history test and do not reflect my own views and beliefs. IT ACTUALLY TOOK PLACE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-5255852232486783579?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/5255852232486783579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=5255852232486783579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5255852232486783579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5255852232486783579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-in-history.html' title='Today in History'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-3528845913840373780</id><published>2007-06-07T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:43.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If We Are The Body"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RmddEfIkzeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MTWXE1mJG5c/s1600-h/Image041+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RmddEfIkzeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MTWXE1mJG5c/s320/Image041+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073125836914478562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"The way God designed our bodies is a model for understanding our lives together as a church: every part dependent on every other part, the parts we mention and the parts we don't, the parts we see and the parts we don't. If one part hurts, every other part is involved in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes, every other part enters into the exuberance. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1 Cor 12:25-26 Message Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1 Corinthians 12 is one of the most thumbed through sections of my Bible. I have always been fascinated by Paul’s teaching on Spiritual Gifts, and the lack of correct usage in the Churches. Not just the lack of correct usage, but the lack of usage all together! I think Paul puts this section in the middle of his teaching on spiritual gifts because we need to acknowledge that we are in this thing together! We all function in different gifts at different times, but too many of us don’t use our gifts that the Lord has given us. Spiritual Gifts are for edification. Our edification and of the body. We all need edification, and strengthening. If any of us in the church aren’t functioning in the gifts we are meant to, then the body won’t function as we are meant to. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this passage of scripture because it shows how we are a community, a family. Close enough to know that if one of us is struggling, we will know it. Not a bunch of pew sitters who don’t know each other, but friends, brothers and sisters. “If one part hurts, every other part is involved in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes, every other part enters into the exuberance”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We need to be a part of the church with our eyes wide open. Being involved in the lives of those around us. Encouraging those who are struggling, spurring one another on towards Love and good deeds. Seeing the gifts in people and fanning the gifts into flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RmdhevIkzgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/O3rV2iPuCWE/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RmdhevIkzgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/O3rV2iPuCWE/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073130685932555778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting Crowns sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;“If we are the body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His hands healing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His words teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And if we are the body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Why aren't His feet going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the way”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord show me what it is to eagerly desire spiritual gifts. Help me be an encourager to those in the Body of Christ around me. May Youth Ablaze be a healthy Body, that reaches out together in unity to this dark world. Anoint us for that task. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-3528845913840373780?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3528845913840373780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=3528845913840373780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3528845913840373780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3528845913840373780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-we-are-body.html' title='&quot;If We Are The Body&quot;'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RmddEfIkzeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MTWXE1mJG5c/s72-c/Image041+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-5331347958381192298</id><published>2007-06-05T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:43.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LETTER TO YOUTH ABLAZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RmTgUPIkzdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WTWrUcvOrEM/s1600-h/Whale+Breach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RmTgUPIkzdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WTWrUcvOrEM/s320/Whale+Breach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072425718590524882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hi there once again. I must apologize for not updating my blog for so long now. Have been quite a busy couple of weeks for me, as well as my household. Both my wife and I are are trying to put all the final details together before our first born enters into this world. It is a very exciting moment for us and really, we both cannot wait to see how Caysha would look like .... hopefully my sense of humor, and my wife's beauty.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I just came back from speaking in a camp and it was held none other than in Bayu Beach, Port Dickson. It was a very close knitted family and youth camp of Segamat Wesley. I had quite a lot of time in my hand and did my best in spending those time in just meditation and reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;t dawn upon me that we are almost half way through the year and golly, time sure went by us pretty fast. As i was reflecting over the passing months, i began to have flashes of people in my mind, mostly from youth Ablaze. I began to ask myself, "How they really doing?" I can see some crack in some of them from the pressure of just going through the daily routine, some are broken, some are going through a season of searching and others, rebuilding after a tragic loss.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, to all Youth Ablaze ( as well as others whom I love and care), I would like you to stop for a moment as you ponder on these questions i am about to ask. Many of you are serving and ministering to your family, in your school, in youth as well as in Church throughout the week. Whatever capacity you are serving in, I would like to encourage you…please do not compromise these areas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Be disciplined in your devotional life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Be submissive, with a heart of honor to the overseers, leaders in your life - I’m not talking                 only about church leaders :) What about parents, teachers, employers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Fulfill your responsibilities in family relationships - work around the house, honor your                                 parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Obey the Lord, in pursuing the goals He’s given you for your life. Do you know them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Pursue spiritual gifts for a fruitful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Be a witness to your neighbors…card, little gift,             birthday, praises, encouragement etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thank you for being so faithful in serving in the last 6 months. Thank you for being so faithful in attending youth, church, cell group and Sunday games. Thank you for taking the time to take care of your "daily simple chores" everyday. Remember this as well, do not forsake your family, school, work, and your neighborhood. Build His KINGDOM by living joyfully in the world and around the people He’s placed in your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-5331347958381192298?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/5331347958381192298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=5331347958381192298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5331347958381192298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5331347958381192298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter-to-youth-ablaze.html' title='A LETTER TO YOUTH ABLAZE'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RmTgUPIkzdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WTWrUcvOrEM/s72-c/Whale+Breach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-2672092056047222069</id><published>2007-05-10T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Investment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RkKXnDpmiJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ON5ghGnsSTk/s1600-h/Autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RkKXnDpmiJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ON5ghGnsSTk/s320/Autumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062775628368349330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!'"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Matthew 25:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jesus is sharing a pretty blunt truth here with the disciples. He's just finished sharing about the signs of the end of the age, he's letting them know how important it is that they share the good news with the best of there ability. It's like Alex Ferguson giving a pep talk before a Manchester United game, except in a soccer game, there is only points and pride at stake. Here, lives are at stake. Soon after this, they have the Last Supper, and we know what happens then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The question it makes me ask myself is: What has God given me to invest? In Jesus time, a talent was worth more than a thousand dollars. But I think Jesus was alluding to more than money. What calling do I have? What gifts has he given me? If I'm called to Preach and evangelize, and raise up leaders and workers for the harvest field. Then am I only investing a little of my life to see those things happen, or am I laying my life on the line? When I'm cut, do I bleed those things? Am I reading books about those things, am I being trained further, am I actually doing those things, or do I just talk the talk? Where is the fruit of those things? I know there is a bit of fruit, but I want my master to say, "Well done, Good and faithful servant!" Not Ok job Jit, or lukewarm performance Jit, or even to have it taken from me and to be thrown outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Lord, Anoint me to honour your call on my life! Here am I send me. Fan in to flame the gifts you have given me, Let there be much fruit, Let the harvest be plentiful! Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-2672092056047222069?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/2672092056047222069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=2672092056047222069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/2672092056047222069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/2672092056047222069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/05/wise-investment.html' title='Wise Investment'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RkKXnDpmiJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ON5ghGnsSTk/s72-c/Autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-5898165410022633388</id><published>2007-05-09T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is Driving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RkFAADpmiGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5JCStK4L8gM/s1600-h/Aloha+Festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RkFAADpmiGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5JCStK4L8gM/s320/Aloha+Festival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062397825865123938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But you walked away from your first love — why? What's going on with you, anyway? Do you have any idea how far you've fallen? A Lucifer fall!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Turn back! Recover your dear early love. No time to waste, for I'm well on my way to removing your light from the golden circle.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Revelation 2:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;If you were accused of being a Christian in a court of law, would there be enough evidence to support the accusation? In a wordly sense you would list all the things you do to prove your case, going to church, serving on a team etc. But God is looking at the shape of our heart more than anything. He says, “Turn back! Recover your dear early love.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian singer Paul Colman shared recently how he keeps on trying to take the wheel off Jesus and steer his own life, and every time he does, he crashes and burns. He had a vision once of himself in the front seat of his car holding a kids steering wheel that Jesus gave him, so he thought he was really driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RkFBNDpmiHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u4j4_-pxk5k/s1600-h/pictures+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RkFBNDpmiHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u4j4_-pxk5k/s200/pictures+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062399148715051122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Carrie Underwood, former American Idol winner, released a song called “Jesus take the wheel”. It was played on the radio all over the world and shot to the top of the country music charts. Obviously the message resonated with the hearts of people everywhere. As humans, we try to steer our lives in the right direction, but when we do we lose ourselves. The only true way to find ourselves is to lose our life for Jesus. Give him the wheel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We get so caught up in a hedonistic lifestyle, with a me-focussed attitude, that we lose the real person we are meant to be. It’s like every materialistic thing that we give ourselves to we are putting on another mask. And to come to Christ is peeling away each mask like peeling an onion. It has lots of layers, with nothing in the end. That’s how we are meant to be. Serving him, letting him guide us and lead us, peeling off each mask until there is no me, and all him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So often we get distracted by the things of this world, but we need to love the Lord our God with all our heart and soul and mind. He loves to be loved. I need to always rekindle that love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I Love you Lord and I lift my voice, let it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-5898165410022633388?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/5898165410022633388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=5898165410022633388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5898165410022633388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5898165410022633388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-is-driving.html' title='Who Is Driving?'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RkFAADpmiGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5JCStK4L8gM/s72-c/Aloha+Festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-385374268656695988</id><published>2007-04-25T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friendships Are Rare!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Ri7k6DpmiEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6sEOYTWKFYg/s1600-h/Sisterhood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Ri7k6DpmiEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6sEOYTWKFYg/s400/Sisterhood2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057231117646989378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hi everyone!!! Sorry for my absence from blogging. Have been pretty busy but its the good kind of busy. I  had a gas at away for a day and a half in KL and I really had a great time with the Lord and re-discovering myself again. It was a time of true refreshing, as well as a time of warning to me in certain areas of my life. I realized that God's way of bringing the right people, at the right time, and place and at the point of my need is so amazing. I can only stand back and say ... "Only God can manufacture all this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I was sitting in my hotel room and I am amazed by how many wonderful and caring people that God has surrounded me with, without me even realizing it. He put these people in my life where He knew I needed them. Just this morning, I met a Pastor from way back then when I was in college and we laugh and joke about those crazy days of mine. He also took me aside and spoke into my life where ONLY God knew what was going on within me. This Pastor invested in me while I was a young man and after 17 years, he still is doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking ... what kind of friends are we to our friends? Are investing in the lives of the people that God has placed in our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jonathan said to David, "Go in peace, for we have sworn friendship with each other in the name of the LORD, saying, 'The LORD is witness between you and me, and between your descendants and my descendants forever.' "&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Samuel 20:42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I once heard someone say at the end of your life you will be able to count your true friends on one hand. If you think about who would visit you if you were in hospital, who would come to your funeral, who you could go to if your struggling with something, who you could go on holidays with. In this fast paced life, we have lost the art of good friendship. The kind of commitment and friendship like David and Jonathon had.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;They'd been through a lot together, through thick and thin. David loved Jonathon as he loved himself, they'd wept together, fought alongside each other, they were true friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Ri7mAzpmiFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xjuoOSRrfpQ/s1600-h/We+Love+Our+Heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Ri7mAzpmiFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xjuoOSRrfpQ/s320/We+Love+Our+Heroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057232333122734162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if we want good friends, we need to be a good friend to those around us. To move past small talk about work, weather and whether the Manchester United won or not. We need to be involved in one anothers lives, caring for each other, praying for each other, bearing one anothers burdens as the Bible puts it. We can race around and do, do, do so many things and never really be intimate with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bill Hybels says that a church can be sectioned into three areas: Cause/ Corporate and Community. I think at Youth Ablaze we need to work on the community aspect more. To develop strong friendships, to share our lives with one another like they did in the book of Acts, to meet in one another homes for meals and fellowship. To spur one another on towards Love and good deeds.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Lord, help me be a good friend to those around me. Give me your heart, your Love and your Spirit. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-385374268656695988?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/385374268656695988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=385374268656695988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/385374268656695988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/385374268656695988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/true-friendships-are-rare.html' title='True Friendships Are Rare!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Ri7k6DpmiEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6sEOYTWKFYg/s72-c/Sisterhood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-7298079164930758737</id><published>2007-04-18T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:45.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caysha Iwalani Lim: Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RiWqXMB3KTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NPNDbljYMGk/s1600-h/fdev_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RiWqXMB3KTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NPNDbljYMGk/s320/fdev_23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054633472135997746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi there everyone. Here is another update of my baby Caysha. Lately, she has been pretty active and its an exciting moment for my wife and I. I must thank my wife for her constant dedication to Caysha. She reads to her daily and talks to her almost every time she has a chance too. I ove putting my hands on my wife's womb to feel Caysha kicking. She got a pretty good kick. Hmm .... maybe she is a runner, or maybe a soccer player, or maybe, she is just a dancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Another thing I love doing is to sing to her. Must make it a habit though. Yes I do sing ... in my own private world, of course. And one of Caysha and daddy's favorite song is "Jesus Loves Me This I Know". She almost always kicking when I sing that to her. Hmm ... maybe she is telling me she wants a faster beat. Ha ha ha. Anyway, here is the latest update ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://click.babycenter.com/b/?le=6Gkt&amp;bl=2o&amp;amp;pos=10&amp;bs=mbtw&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;me=Dkoz&amp;pe=2U6XPwJ&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;Your                          baby is more than 11 inches long&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; and weighs just                          over a pound. She may be able to feel your movements now,                          so put on some tunes and dance around the house. No                          matter what race your baby is, he looks red now due to                          blood vessels showing through his transparent skin. Her                          true skin tone will develop over the course of his first                          year. Blood vessels in your baby's lungs are developing                          to prepare him for breathing, but complete lung                          development will take many more months. The lungs are                          the last organ to fully develop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-7298079164930758737?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/7298079164930758737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=7298079164930758737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7298079164930758737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7298079164930758737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/caysha-iwalani-lim-update.html' title='Caysha Iwalani Lim: Update'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RiWqXMB3KTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NPNDbljYMGk/s72-c/fdev_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-7737789082486049949</id><published>2007-04-18T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:45.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal: A worshipers prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RiWBVMB3KSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vktl2GJphjE/s1600-h/worship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RiWBVMB3KSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vktl2GJphjE/s400/worship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054588357799520546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Psalm 86:11 Teach me your ways, O LORD, that I may live according to your truth! Grant me purity of heart, that I may honor you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worshiper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Desires God’s ways always and is a student of His desires and will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Devoted to living according to God’s truth and rids any compromise conflicting with His Word of Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Desperate for purity in being…heart, soul, mind and strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Displays honor through reverent speech and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray this in your heart, right now…Dear Daddy God: Teach me your ways, O LORD, that I may live according to your truth! Grant me purity of heart, that I may honor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-7737789082486049949?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/7737789082486049949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=7737789082486049949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7737789082486049949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7737789082486049949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/journal-worshipers-prayer.html' title='Journal: A worshipers prayer'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RiWBVMB3KSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vktl2GJphjE/s72-c/worship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-3732223725264809118</id><published>2007-04-13T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willingness To Improve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh7078B3KQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9mbp8nlL1oI/s1600-h/Surf+Boards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh7078B3KQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9mbp8nlL1oI/s320/Surf+Boards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052745142519671042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I went through some of my older journal post and see what I have written about myself and experience. I like going through some of my older journal, simple because it tells me where i have been and allows me to see Gods hand in my life. Here is one from earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In this season of my life, I’ve never been more motivated to improve. To improve my relationship with God, attitude, role as husband, a father to be, leader and servant. To improve my quality of life, health and gifts. The desire and willingness to improve in life has increased immensely since moving back to Malaysia 4 years ago. I have had the privilege to rub shoulders with some great leaders in Hawaii and some very wise men that has imparted and invested a lot in my life. I owe it to them for who I am today, and to God, for who I will be tomorrow. I think I am trying to live out one of my Core Values…God is worthy of my very best, therefore a spirit of excellence should permeate everything that I do (and everything I am!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As leaders, our goal is to ultimately please God first, not people. Many of us get trapped by being people pleaser, limiting our forward movement and progress. Some leaders fear change for fear of complaints and unsatisfied people.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A willingness to improve will always require change. I’m so glad I’ve upgraded my computer along the way from 10 years ago. If I were unwilling to change or satisfied with what I had, my productivity would be greatly hindered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh713cB3KRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1N-jqLNrG0c/s1600-h/Kakaako+Beach+Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh713cB3KRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1N-jqLNrG0c/s320/Kakaako+Beach+Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052746164721887506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;See if some of my thoughts below can benefit you to adjust your attitudes and convictions towards helping people through change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;* Believe in people to make necessary changes. Be positive communicating the “why’s” and potential fruitfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;* Believe in the “whys” of your direction to change. Especially when the change is direction from your leadership. Be sure to own the heart and the conviction of your leadership during change. This is a must…very critical! Under shepherds or leaders (middle management) can spoil the hearts of others if their hearts aren’t right! I can’t over emphasize this one!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;* Be willing to listen to others along the way. Don’t be stubborn about listening to resistance. Others resistance may contribute elements that could sharpen the pathway to change. In other words, be OPEN to CHANGE too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Decide not to compromise your convictions to make others happy. Maintaining healthy relationships is essential but not at the expense of compromising your conviction to lead others through change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be consistent to evaluate everything and everyone involved to progress towards God’s very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Upgrade towards improving people, productivity and programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;* Make it your desire to make God happy by leading people through change that will produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Help people to understand the purpose behind the change. They may not always agree but the communication will build healthy relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I must be willing myself, to step aside for other ideas, people to lead through change - as it is appropriate. Sometimes leaders aren’t willing to lay their lives (ways, thoughts, plans) down to make room for a better plan, idea or direction. That attitude may have a little to do with PRIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Lord…help me to hear Your voice to lead others to grow in their relationship with You, through change. Help me to always be willing to improve through change. Change me O’ Lord! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-3732223725264809118?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3732223725264809118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=3732223725264809118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3732223725264809118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3732223725264809118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/willingness-to-improve.html' title='Willingness To Improve'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh7078B3KQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9mbp8nlL1oI/s72-c/Surf+Boards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-7956418065791025247</id><published>2007-04-12T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAMING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh2uvMB3KPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y-gl9Q0vKnM/s1600-h/baby-feet-1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh2uvMB3KPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y-gl9Q0vKnM/s320/baby-feet-1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052386482685683954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well its been three days since my wife and I  found out the gender of our child. Its really exciting as I am now calling her by her name. My wife reminds me now that I now have two "BABES" ...  and I could not agree more with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;As the doctor was taking measurement of the baby in the womb, I cannot help but to think of Psalm 139. I cannot fathom how my God could actually knit this child so intricately in the womb. I always look forward to the doctors' appointment because everytime I look into the computer screen, I can see my child taking form. Its amazing. During the last visit, we could see her lips, her eyes, her hair, her little fingers and toes. We could even see her kidneys and heart. All I can do at that moment was to GIVE THANKS and to marvel at God's handiwork. Trust me, reading Psalm 139 has completely taken a new meaning to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Boy, I sound like a proud daddy already. Actually, I am without even realizing it. Our doctor also told us that this child would be a tall one too, just like me. Woo hooo .... hopefully she can be as tall as daddy, or about 6 footer ... heh heh. Will make it really hard for her to look for a boyfriend in the future. Muahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We have already selected a name for our child and have now call her by name. Her name is ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAYSHA IWALANI LIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Caysha derived from the root word Acacia tree, the tree selected by God to build the Tebernacle. Iwalani (pronounce with a "V") means Heavenly beauty in Hawaiian. You will have to wait for the chinese name. Not really my department, but will soon come out with it after some "deep" consultation with the Elders of my family. Heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-7956418065791025247?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/7956418065791025247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=7956418065791025247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7956418065791025247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7956418065791025247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/beaming.html' title='BEAMING!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh2uvMB3KPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y-gl9Q0vKnM/s72-c/baby-feet-1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-8868129831968213837</id><published>2007-04-11T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:46.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh2nNMB3KNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3Iw3iTJTqCU/s1600-h/Glorious+Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh2nNMB3KNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3Iw3iTJTqCU/s320/Glorious+Sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052378201988737234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;My heart grew hot within me, and as I meditated, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue: Show me Oh Lord my life’s end and the number of my days; Let me know how fleeting is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 39:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was a man after God’s own heart. He wasn’t looking for approval or a pat on the back, he wanted to know God’s heart. Like I want to know Li Poh's heart, what she is really thinking about things, David hungered for more than that intimacy with our Lord. He meditated, not just reading the law, and writing clever words. I get caught up in just studying the word and reading, but I need to discipline myself to ask the lord to speak to me and meditate on him. He wanted to dance before the Lord with all his might. He was a man of extremes, of passion. His heart grew hot within him, just like Jeremiah, the word of the lord actually burned within him. He must have been so hungry for the word for it to burn in him so much… Then he spoke. I need the word to burn in me before I speak, I speak too much without that fire. Wesley said “get on fire and people will come and watch you burn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the eternal magnificence of the word, he realized how pathetically short his days are on this earth. Like Nicky Gumbel says in the Alpha course how we can sometimes strive to be a CEO or a Millionaire when it can be out of God’s plan, it’s pathetic! The Lord knows the number of our days. Chris Rice sings “You know the number of my days, so come paint your picture on the canvas in my heart, come write your wisdom in my heart, teach me the power of a moment”. Every moment we spend apart from God is wasted. Everything we do that isn’t through him is labouring in vain. “Only one life will soon be past and only what’s done for Christ will last.” Every moment we have we can Go God’s way or our way, we need to start our days in him and let his Spirit flow through us all day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh2nZMB3KOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1cyS8JsA7JA/s1600-h/Kalaupapa+Lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh2nZMB3KOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1cyS8JsA7JA/s320/Kalaupapa+Lighthouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052378408147167458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhxPx8B3KMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hbv_mNAXerI/s1600-h/Kalaupapa+Lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhxPx8B3KMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hbv_mNAXerI/s320/Kalaupapa+Lighthouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052000601348974786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this feeling that the Lord would come back before I die, that this generation would see the last greatest move of the Holy Spirit on the earth, then the Lord would return. It could be because I heard Matt Fielder and a few preachers say it, or it could be an inkling from the Lord? Either way there is no time to waste, The Lord knows the number of our days, he has a mission and a calling for each of us, let’s saddle up, let the kingdom of God forcefully advance wherever we go. Let’s make every moment count. Like Russell Crowe said in Gladiator, “What we do today, echoes in the halls of eternity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lord, teach us the power of a moment. May our days count for you, every moment. Help me slow down enough to meditate on you, don’t let me forget to dance for you, let your word burn in me, I am hungry for your word! Give us more souls! Come Lord and lead us to victory, in every moment! Amen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-8868129831968213837?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/8868129831968213837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=8868129831968213837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8868129831968213837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8868129831968213837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/living-in-moment_11.html' title='Living in The Moment'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rh2nNMB3KNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3Iw3iTJTqCU/s72-c/Glorious+Sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-4778900566369296751</id><published>2007-04-10T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:39:41.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUS' WHAT???!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;ITS A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-4778900566369296751?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/4778900566369296751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=4778900566369296751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/4778900566369296751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/4778900566369296751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/gus-what.html' title='GUS&apos; WHAT???!!!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-3004630015929778681</id><published>2007-04-07T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:46.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Fears of A Father-To-Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhcFjLCdk4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/l42Tq4q7bNk/s1600-h/Father+%26+Baby+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhcFjLCdk4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/l42Tq4q7bNk/s320/Father+%26+Baby+Hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050511608935977858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently my wife sent me an article about the 7 fears of a father-to-be. Its a pretty good article and it really spoke the unspoken fears in me as a father-to-be. Anyway, here is the article ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From the moment you learn of your partner's pregnancy, you're thrust into a strange new world and encouraged to participate in the pregnancy and birth process. Yet, you may feel awkward about sharing your fears and insecurities. That's only natural. Here are seven common fears faced by fathers-to-be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Security fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The biggest fear men face is the one most deeply hardwired into our culture: Will I be able to protect and provide for my family? In most families when the first child arrives, there's this sudden if temporary shift from two incomes for two people to one income for three. And that's a tough burden to carry in today's world. The father has to be strong in ways he hadn't counted on before. He has to provide support not just financially but also emotionally: His wife will need his help, she'll be undergoing dramatic emotional shifts, and he has to be ready for her to lean on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Performance fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than 80 percent of the fathers I come across in my practice say they were worried they wouldn't be able to perform when their wife was in labor. They were afraid of passing out, throwing up, or getting queasy in the presence of all those bodily fluids. Such fears may be based on cartoons and sitcoms and our culture's way of making fun of men, but two things became clear: The men all expected it — and it almost never happens. In follow-up interviews, it turned out only one out of 600 men fainted, and that was in August in Fresno ( California ), and the air conditioning had gone out and two of the nurses had to leave the room, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you really can't tolerate blood, step out of the delivery room. Don't ignore your fears — work through them, talk to other fathers who've been there. Typically, the first thing fathers say when they come out of the delivery room is "The baby and my wife are fine; it's a girl." And the second thing they say is "I didn't get queasy — I came through it okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Paternity fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About half the new and expectant dads I interviewed eventually came around to admitting they had fleeting thoughts that they weren't really the baby's father. But if you ask them whether they suspect that their wife had an affair, they're insulted and hurt. On a logical level, it's a disconnect, but on an emotional level something else is going on. He's dwelling on his own inadequacies: "It's too monumental, too godlike, being part of the creation of life. Someone bigger than me must have done it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the fathers I encountered was this interesting guy with bright red hair, freckles, and a crooked smile. His baby had bright red hair, freckles, and a crooked smile. And he said with a straight face, "I wonder if my wife was unfaithful." But he went on: "It just seemed — I don't know — this was too good, too miraculous to happen to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhcG-bCdk5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dLpckiZA37s/s1600-h/fathers-hand-and-son-1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhcG-bCdk5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dLpckiZA37s/s320/fathers-hand-and-son-1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050513176599040914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mortality fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you're a part of the beginning of a life, you can't avoid thinking about the end of life. Thoughts about your own mortality can loom large: You're not the youngest generation anymore, your replacement has arrived, and if everything works out right, you'll die before your child dies. For a lot of young men who go around thinking they're immortal or invincible, that's a big change. One of my clients was a world-class racecar driver, and he gave it up. He told me, "I don't have the right to die anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fear for your spouse's or child's health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Childbirth is such a nerve-racking experience. Scary things can happen to the person you love most in the whole world. You might lose the baby; you might lose your wife and have to bring the baby up alone. It really wasn't long ago that giving birth was fraught with danger: When my grandparents had children in the early 1920s, the main cause of death in women under 50 was childbirth. Today, if the birth goes well and the baby's fine, you'll still find most parents secretly counting the newborn's fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Relationship fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Men often fear that their wife will love the baby more than anyone on earth — and exclude them from that intimate relationship. It's a very real fear of being replaced. In so many households, after the birth Mom becomes the gatekeeper, giving her husband access to the baby only when she sees fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember being at a Fourth of July fireworks show where a mother was carrying a newborn and the dad went over to give the baby a kiss and she slapped his hand and said, "You'll wake him." The dad just crumpled and walked away. What he should have said then was, "I'd like to hold him now, and if he wakes up I'll take care of it." He needs to make it clear that this is his child, too, and they're partners in raising him. He needs to spend time alone with his baby and kick Mom out of the house some days. Otherwise, I can see him spending all his time on the golf course because there's no place for him in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Each parent brings different strengths to the partnership. The child usually relies on the mother for security, comfort, and warmth. The child looks to the father for his sense of freedom and separation and sense of the world. Of course, those qualities can come from either parent, but when all these strengths work hand in hand, it's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fears of "women's medicine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Men are not used to the ob-gyn establishment. It's foreign, it's cold, it's something we don't understand well. Even as observers, many men feel embarrassed and inhibited around stirrups and gynecological exams. Hospital examining rooms and delivery rooms are not made comfortable for a father. Men are usually fairly ignorant about a woman's reproductive system — it's what happens "down there." And so when men encounter all this for the first time, they get clobbered with it. Being prepared — making decisions together about the kind of care you want for your partner and baby — helps tremendously. Having a birth plan, with a set role for you, also helps to make clear what's ahead in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to pray for me as I prepare myself to be a father. Its a mix feeling for me. I am so excited to have a kid on my own, but yet at the same time, all these fears exist in me. People tell me its called "paternal" instinct. Scary isn't it. Me - FATHER!!!???!!!  I know you all are going to get me for this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-3004630015929778681?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3004630015929778681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=3004630015929778681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3004630015929778681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3004630015929778681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/7-fears-of-father-to-be.html' title='7 Fears of A Father-To-Be'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhcFjLCdk4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/l42Tq4q7bNk/s72-c/Father+%26+Baby+Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-5754059211842017090</id><published>2007-04-06T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:47.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhW4LrCdk2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LAK5nNXQ5Lc/s1600-h/fdev_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhW4LrCdk2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LAK5nNXQ5Lc/s400/fdev_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050145067837002594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your baby now weighs about three-quarters of a pound and is approximately 10 1/2 inches long. If you're having a girl, her vagina is formed now, though it will continue to develop until birth. Your baby is really on the move now. Fetal researchers say babies move about 50 times an hour even while sleeping. All that movement helps stimulate your baby's physical and mental development. You may not notice 50 kicks, punches, and twirls during the day, but as you're settling down at night, don't be surprised if your little guy seems ready to dance the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we will continue to keep all of you updated on the baby. Just for your information, my wife and I will be seeing the doctor this coming Monday (9th April) and its going to be a very exciting and anxious moment as we are going to find out the sex of the baby. YES!!!!!!!!! So stay tune. We will finally tell you all the news you have been asking us all along. The statistics among you all are quite equally distributed. I am really really excited about it. Cannot explain to you all the joy that it is in my heart now. My vocabulary is limited to how and what I am really feeling inside.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhW6h7Cdk3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/x_4g-AEswbc/s1600-h/happy-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhW6h7Cdk3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/x_4g-AEswbc/s320/happy-face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050147649112347506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pray for us as we make our way to Batu Pahat. Pray also that mother and child would be healthy as well. The baby is really kicking now. Hmmm ... I wonder if it is going to be a soccer player ...maybe Ronaldinho Lim ...ha ha ha!!!! As a father to be, I get really excited when I feel the the kid kicking inside my wive's womb. Argghhhh ..... go and get married and have a child, and you know what I am talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-5754059211842017090?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/5754059211842017090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=5754059211842017090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5754059211842017090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/5754059211842017090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhW4LrCdk2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LAK5nNXQ5Lc/s72-c/fdev_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-7867083431882007303</id><published>2007-04-06T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:47.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving the Right Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhWx_7Cdk0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/BMGaos1rbKs/s1600-h/Summer+Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhWx_7Cdk0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/BMGaos1rbKs/s320/Summer+Days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050138268903772994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi everyone. First off, sorry for the delay in updating my blog and secondly, thank you for all your messages in the last couple of days. I am grateful for all your encouragement. To those who tried reaching me, sorry i had my phone off as I wanted to spend some quiet time on my own. It was a time of refreshing and a time of repenting for me. In spite of all that has happen, I thank God for the opportunity to reveal things in my life that needed to be straightened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one area I am really convicted, was the area of, "Who am I serving?" It is so easy to get up daily and do what I do and yet do not know who I am serving to. Even as a full-time worker, we sometime tend to forget who our REAL BOSS is. Too often people fall into the trap of serving man, placing leaders on pedestals, with intentions to please God.  But the trap to become men pleasers, can lay buried and hidden in the motives of our hearts. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I detect this trap and search my motives to see if I’m pleasing man or God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colossians 3:23 And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men, 24 knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance; for you serve the Lord Christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ask myself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;What reward am I seeking?  Is it an earthly or heavenly reward?  Recognition or affirmation from people or am I willing to serve behind the curtains without attention?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I want to be seen or noticed by men first, or by God?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhW0brCdk1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eoFtJaatUhc/s1600-h/Morning+in+Waikiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhW0brCdk1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eoFtJaatUhc/s200/Morning+in+Waikiki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050140944668398418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can my service be called genuine worship to God?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Serving unto man disappoints.  Serving the Lord brings Him pleasure and us eternal rewards. So I am going to refocus my eyes, heart and passion again unto the Lord. It is a very good reminder that i should always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lean On His Understanding&lt;/span&gt; when I do my job and when I do that, I find myself having the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace to Sustain&lt;/span&gt; my going. So i will lift my head up to the havens for my help comes from the Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-7867083431882007303?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/7867083431882007303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=7867083431882007303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7867083431882007303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7867083431882007303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/04/serving-right-master.html' title='Serving the Right Master'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RhWx_7Cdk0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/BMGaos1rbKs/s72-c/Summer+Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-6943931567744675381</id><published>2007-03-31T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:47.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If We Are The Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rg3S2CG8O7I/AAAAAAAAADM/Te-q3ahx1pA/s1600-h/Picture%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rg3S2CG8O7I/AAAAAAAAADM/Te-q3ahx1pA/s320/Picture%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047922583072947122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"The way God designed our bodies is a model for understanding our lives together as a church: every part dependent on every other part, the parts we mention and the parts we don't, the parts we see and the parts we don't. If one part hurts, every other part is involved in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes, every other part enters into the exuberance. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1 Cor 12:25-26 Message Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 12 is one of the most thumbed through sections of my Bible. I have always been fascinated by Paul’s teaching on Spiritual Gifts, and the lack of correct usage in the Churches. Not just the lack of correct usage, but the lack of usage all together! I think Paul puts this section in the middle of his teaching on spiritual gifts because we need to acknowledge that we are in this thing together! We all function in different gifts at different times, but too many of us don’t use our gifts that the Lord has given us. Spiritual Gifts are for edification. Our edification and of the body. We all need edification, and strengthening. If any of us in the church aren’t functioning in the gifts we are meant to, then the body won’t function as we are meant to. When I did my spiritual gifts survey, it helped me see where my strengths are and to focus in those areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rg3TEyG8O8I/AAAAAAAAADU/UWnRvdhJIuk/s1600-h/Picture%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rg3TEyG8O8I/AAAAAAAAADU/UWnRvdhJIuk/s200/Picture%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047922836476017602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this passage of scripture because it shows how we are a community, a family. Close enough to know that if one of us is struggling, we will know it. Not a bunch of pew sitters who don’t know each other, but friends, brothers and sisters. “If one part hurts, every other part is involved in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes, every other part enters into the exuberance”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be a part of the church with our eyes wide open. Being involved in the lives of those around us. Encouraging those who are struggling, spurring one another on towards Love and good deeds. Seeing the gifts in people and fanning the gifts into flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting Crowns sing,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rg3UGiG8O-I/AAAAAAAAADk/3esfaH_Pt40/s1600-h/Picture%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rg3UGiG8O-I/AAAAAAAAADk/3esfaH_Pt40/s320/Picture%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047923966052416482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If we are the body&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His hands healing&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His words teaching&lt;br /&gt;And if we are the body&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His feet going&lt;br /&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the way”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord show me what it is to eagerly desire spiritual gifts. Help me be an encourager to those in the Body of Christ around me. May Agape Presbyterian and Youth Ablaze be a healthy Body, that reaches out together in unity to this dark world. Anoint us for that task. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-6943931567744675381?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6943931567744675381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=6943931567744675381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6943931567744675381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/6943931567744675381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-we-are-body.html' title='If We Are The Body'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rg3S2CG8O7I/AAAAAAAAADM/Te-q3ahx1pA/s72-c/Picture%2816%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-8164515313418508483</id><published>2007-03-22T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RgIyOzx5cOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hgux5avuMEE/s1600-h/fdev_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RgIyOzx5cOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hgux5avuMEE/s320/fdev_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044649762607427810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi everyone. My wife has signed up with an online baby center that monitors the development of our baby on a weekly basis. All she did was to put in the expecting date and it will compute the rest of it. it is a very exciting thing for me as they will send an email to you and let you in on what is going on inside of my wife's tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tummy, my wife's tummy is beginning to look like mine as the weeks progress. He he he ... finally, I got someone to challenge me in that department. But seriously, according to my wife, the baby is beginning to move around in her tummy. However, I have yet to experience that euphoria of it as I am always late in getting my hands to her tummy. But it is really exciting though for me. I am so excited whenever my wife tells me that she can feel the baby inside her. WOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I am going to be a FATHER ...and like what Ryan says, it is really indeed a scary thought!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the article is saying about our baby development. Happy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your       baby weighs about 8 1/2 ounces, and he measures 6 inches, head to       bottom — about the length of a small zucchini. His arms and legs       are in the right proportions to each other and the rest of his body now.       His kidneys continue to make urine, and the hair on his scalp is       sprouting. If your baby is a girl, she has an astonishing six million       eggs in her ovaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crucial time for sensory development: Your       baby's brain is designating specialized areas for smell, taste, hearing,       vision, and touch. While you may think your womb is a quiet place, it's       far from it and your baby may be able to hear what's going on now. What's       he listening to? The main sounds are blood moving through your vessels,       digestive noises from your stomach, and your voice. Some women like to       talk directly to their babies, but even if you don't, your baby can still       hear you as you talk to others. Research shows that he's learning to       distinguish your voice from others and he'll soon show a preference for       it. Studies have shown that when a pregnant woman speaks, her baby's       heart rate will decrease, indicating relaxation. Let &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://click.babycenter.com/b/?le=7W9U&amp;bl=1W&amp;amp;pos=10&amp;bs=mbtw&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;me=D6tB&amp;pe=2U6XPwJ&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;Dad       get in on the act too&lt;/a&gt; — encourage him to talk to your baby. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-8164515313418508483?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/8164515313418508483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=8164515313418508483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8164515313418508483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/8164515313418508483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RgIyOzx5cOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hgux5avuMEE/s72-c/fdev_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-891640665753059926</id><published>2007-03-20T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:48.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare Your Hearts!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rf9N5Tx5cMI/AAAAAAAAACw/UudGFHtfWKw/s1600-h/b0037020_0495446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rf9N5Tx5cMI/AAAAAAAAACw/UudGFHtfWKw/s320/b0037020_0495446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043835754635686082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we dawn the gates of Easter, the preparation of our hearts are so important.  We know that many more people attend church on Easter weekend.  Many come out of duty to ease their conscience or maybe to ease the conscience of their loved ones who invited them.  But we know God orchestrates the hearts, lives and destinies of people.  He will draw people to Jesus by His Spirit..through you and I.  Let’s invite people like crazy. &lt;p&gt;Read this Scripture prayerfully, opening your heart to His voice.  Ask Him right now to speak to your heart..and see what He speaks to you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Psalm 86:&lt;br /&gt;11 Teach me your ways, O LORD, that I may live according to your truth! Grant me purity of heart, that I may honor you.&lt;br /&gt;12 With all my heart I will praise you, O Lord my God. I will give glory to your name forever,&lt;br /&gt;13 for your love for me is very great.  You have rescued me from the depths of death!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Lord says unto you…My love for you is great.  Praise Me, Honor and glorify Me with a pure heart.  Live according to My truth.  Forsake the ways of your old nature and ways and allow Me to instruct you in My ways.  Prioritize your health, your family, your sabbath, your devotion to Me and watch Me increase you!  I desire your whole hearted praise.  Be wholly devoted to Me with all your heart – not partially - and I will bless the work of your hands.  I am the God of increase in your life – as you decrease to live for Me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let us all take time to reflect on the Cross once again. Let us all come before God's throne on bended knees. Pray for our loved ones, pray for our friends and relatives that has yet to know the Lord. Pray for our city, our schools and our community that they will experience the love our God through our actions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-891640665753059926?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/891640665753059926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=891640665753059926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/891640665753059926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/891640665753059926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/prepare-your-hearts.html' title='Prepare Your Hearts!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rf9N5Tx5cMI/AAAAAAAAACw/UudGFHtfWKw/s72-c/b0037020_0495446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-3487545176036552565</id><published>2007-03-16T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:48.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Decay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rf9QYzx5cNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WGNf3PdU7Ao/s1600-h/hawa32936.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rf9QYzx5cNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WGNf3PdU7Ao/s320/hawa32936.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043838494824820946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfoBFwqzaoI/AAAAAAAAACk/VvMo0NXU_nA/s1600-h/hawa32936.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfoBFwqzaoI/AAAAAAAAACk/VvMo0NXU_nA/s320/hawa32936.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042343931270097538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. Why are we the way we are? Why are we so territorial and why we are so easily offended? I thought that as a family, we are suppose to give each other the benefit of doubt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something  Learn from my days in Hawai'i, it will be O'hana and outrigger canoing. I learn about the importance and the true meaning of what family should be like. I learn the importance of team-work in canoing the outrigger. Each and every paddler is an important component of making the outrigger move towards a certain destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a part to play in this family of God. We are all paddling together towards the same destination, and that destination is to see the Glory of God in everything, everywhere and everyone. It does not matter where you are placed in the canoe, we are all equally important in the task of winning souls for Christ. However, a team that does not work together, will find it hard to steer the outrigger. We will spend much time time and energy paddling, but travel very little, or at best, in circles. Its called team decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team that’s decaying consists a group of people who have lost their trust in one another. What’s a quick way to rotting relationships - seed mistrust into the heart of your team. This applies to any relationship whether it be in church, business or at home. The lack of trust burns quickly into lost of trust. Then communication goes sour. Why does communication go sour? There are many reasons aren’t there? But we know that broken communication adds to broken trust, leading to broken relationships, leading to team decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Team Decay happens when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  * You feel like you aren’t being heard and you take offense. Hurt feelings lead to hurt                                              relationships if not addressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  * Someone has talked about you behind your back, you find out and you harbor ill feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  * You talk about a team member behind their back. When you say things to others about a                          person that you don’t have the courage to speak to them face to face. Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* You are silent about a discussion or decision when you should have at least shared your t                                   thoughts or feelings. Now you respond with a silent, cold heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* When we undermine authority. Being a grumbler, discontent with your role, responsibility,                lack of compensation (whether in pay or affirmation - we all like to be compensated with                            affirmation or a reward of some kind), when we don’t get our way, our idea was not                                            considered or used, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* When teams develop “cliques” among themselves. Internal competition arouses pride. Pride                feeds self centeredness and opposes team unity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* When co leaders or second or third tier leaders want to vie their way into “position” and can                tend to develop different camps or cliques among the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* When territorial attitudes develop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-3487545176036552565?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3487545176036552565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=3487545176036552565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3487545176036552565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3487545176036552565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/team-decay_16.html' title='Team Decay'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rf9QYzx5cNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WGNf3PdU7Ao/s72-c/hawa32936.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-3646752269290905986</id><published>2007-03-14T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:49.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justifying Sin; a blurred conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rfdp4gqzakI/AAAAAAAAACE/-catVze6MTw/s1600-h/Ke%27e+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rfdp4gqzakI/AAAAAAAAACE/-catVze6MTw/s320/Ke%27e+Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041614727427615298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week has been one of the toughest week I have experienced. I do not know how I can put it all down to words and I do not think i have enough vocabularies in my dictionary to describe it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I can say is this, it has been a very challenging 48 hours. I questioned so much about my calling, my wanting to come back and serve here, my worth and disappointments. I have never felt so "insulted" and hurt in my lifetime as a full-time worker. I came face to face with the worst nightmare any full-time workers feared most - their worth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after licking my wounds and spending time alone with God, I realized that this is just the beginning of things to come this year. This is the year of the Lord. I kept praying, why all this at this point of time. "I do not understand, Lord?" Then He gently reveal things to me about the heart of man. We all can be Christians but it is the dark corners of the heart which has not been surrendered to God will test our true character. We all desire and know that we want to be more like Christ, but so few of us understands what it truly means. We talk as if its a one time deal and nothing to work for after our conversion.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfdwBQqzamI/AAAAAAAAACU/9ZbMZDrK-p8/s1600-h/let+the+church+help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfdwBQqzamI/AAAAAAAAACU/9ZbMZDrK-p8/s200/let+the+church+help.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041621474821237346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is those secret sins, those hurts, bitterness, forgiveness and anger that will prevent us from experiencing true freedom and the true love from God. We become so enveloped in our own wants, hurt and dismay, that we do not allow others to see, not even God. We become one track mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one track mind; when thoughts and reasoning's are unopened for other suggestions. It is when no other idea or suggestion can open the door of a closed mind. There’s only enough room for one track thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the case with a wife who is justifying leaving her husband because he is not meeting her emotional needs. There’s no Biblical reason for divorce, but the justifications are riding on a one track mind and the door is locked for anyone to offer alternative solutions.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;I’m glad Jesus did’t justify His position and bail out!&lt;br /&gt;Mark 14:32They went to a place called Gethsemane, and Jesus said to his disciples, “Sit here while I pray.” 33He took Peter, James and John along with him, and he began to be deeply distressed and troubled. 34″My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death,” he said to them. “Stay here and keep watch.” 35Going a little farther, he fell to the ground and prayed that if possible the hour might pass from him. 36″Abba,Father,” he said, “everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, unlike our self centered processes, did not blur the line between His humanity and "yielded-ness" to His Father. There are times where my justification of reasoning blurs my conscience. It is then the devil seeks to blind my blurred spiritual senses. The result: I justify wrong thinking and actions. I know I’m wrong, but I seem to bail out on Godly convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTION STEPS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Even Jesus was deeply distressed and confessed His overwhelming state of mind to others. So must I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Jesus asked for help from His disciples, to watch and pray. He sought His Father, in desperation. So must I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Jesus acknowledged His Father’s omnipotence and yielded to His Fathers will. So must I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-3646752269290905986?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3646752269290905986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=3646752269290905986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3646752269290905986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/3646752269290905986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/justifying-sin-blurred-conscience.html' title='Justifying Sin; a blurred conscience'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Rfdp4gqzakI/AAAAAAAAACE/-catVze6MTw/s72-c/Ke%27e+Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-1286352214233698826</id><published>2007-03-10T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:49.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While You Were Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfIGKwqzajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XHxb03yEHG4/s1600-h/Cr+%2892%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfIGKwqzajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XHxb03yEHG4/s320/Cr+%2892%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040097714913897010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Be on guard! Be alert! You do not know when that time will come. It's like a man going away: He leaves his house and puts his servants in charge, each with his assigned task, and tells the one at the door to keep watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore keep watch because you do not know when the owner of the house will come back whether in the evening, or at midnight, or when the rooster crows, or at dawn. If he comes suddenly, do not let him find you sleeping. What I say to you, I say to everyone: 'Watch!'&lt;br /&gt;Mark 13:32-37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is coming back soon. For some reason, he chose us to be living in these exciting last days, he chose us to run anchor in the relay race. The anchor is the one with the most responsibility to bring it home, to make sure we finish well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Christians don’t even think about the return of Christ. This whole chapter in Mark warns us to be awake, to be prepared, and to be ready ourselves for the end of days.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, there are people we come in contact with who need love, people who need someone to pray with, lost people who need to be saved, sick people who need to be healed. Sadly, many of us are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sleep at night, there are possums all over our yard, bugs, and nocturnal animals crawling all over the place. People driving past our house, shift workers getting home, newspapers being printed, etc. But I don’t ever notice all this, I’m sleeping. I’m oblivious to this whole other world, while I’m sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus commands us to watch, to be on our guard, to be alert, not to be deceived. I don’t want to be found sleeping. I want to be found wide awake; doing everything I can for the return of our king. To say I’ve run the race, I’ve finished well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, revive me, anoint me to be awake and alert for you. Show me each day, how I can serve you better. Give me the right words to say. Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-1286352214233698826?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/1286352214233698826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=1286352214233698826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1286352214233698826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1286352214233698826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/while-you-were-sleeping_10.html' title='While You Were Sleeping'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfIGKwqzajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XHxb03yEHG4/s72-c/Cr+%2892%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-2604545107080202374</id><published>2007-03-09T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:49.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Characteristics Of  The God Fearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My list is not all inclusive but these are characteristics I desire to emulate in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driven by their love for God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves the Word of God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Team player&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not egotistical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfDLerARfmI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhaL5lC2yRM/s1600-h/1514__passion_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfDLerARfmI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhaL5lC2yRM/s320/1514__passion_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039751710827970146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn’t need attention or recognition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves working&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoys sharing ideas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a great smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Energetic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passionate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disciplined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well mannered and polite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well liked by others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Submissive heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaks with grace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is honest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is truthful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn’t make excuses when something goes wrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takes initiative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is proactive and deliberate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinks through processes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Servant hearted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gracious, considerate and kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn’t need to talk about themselves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takes care of their health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has good hygiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stewards time and money well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is repentant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is not impulsive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is confident in who they are in Christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn’t have to prove themselves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves God and people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is willing to make sacrifices to benefit others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is there any qualities you want to add? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-2604545107080202374?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/2604545107080202374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=2604545107080202374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/2604545107080202374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/2604545107080202374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/characteristics-of-god-fearing.html' title='Characteristics Of  The God Fearing'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RfDLerARfmI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhaL5lC2yRM/s72-c/1514__passion_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-7156308046937685343</id><published>2007-03-08T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:49.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry: Playing With Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Re9zJrARfjI/AAAAAAAAABE/Qb2IlivGqGo/s1600-h/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Re9zJrARfjI/AAAAAAAAABE/Qb2IlivGqGo/s320/DSC_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039373118050762290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lev 10:1-2 “ Now Nadab and Abihu, the sons of Aaron, took their respective firepans, and after putting fire in them, placed incense on it and offered strange fire before the LORD, which He had not commanded them. And fire came out from the presence of the LORD and consumed them, and they died before the LORD.” &lt;p&gt;What can we learn from this? Don’t play with fire. They were playing with fire and got burned. Nadab and Abihu were priests in Aaron’s household, and yet they offered strange fire before the Lord, that He had not commanded. We are used to thinking of God as a loving God, but He is also a demanding God, and His expectations have consequences if we ignore them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What else do we know about Nadab and Abihu? In Ex 6:23 we see that they were born while Moses and Aaron were in Egypt. So they saw the miracles of the parting of the Red Sea, the pillar of cloud by day, the pillar of fire by night, the goodness of God and how he delivered them from slavery. In Ex 24:9-11 they went up with Moses and Aaron and saw God and lived. “Yet He did not stretch out His hand against the nobles of the sons of Israel; and they beheld God, and they ate and drank.” Ex 28:1-5 shows they had favor with God and priestly garments were made for them. We see Aaron had authority.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we look at Youth Ablaze, the statistics, for example we have seen quite a good jump of new comers and new believers over the last 3 years, we’ve also seen God and what He’s done. We can forget God is in control and is the authority. When we’ve done something often and well, we can offer the attitude of “I’ve got it, I’ll do it this way” and have a tendency to not wait for God’s authority and His command. Don’t lose the heart behind all our successes, or you’ll be playing with fire. Don’t offer strange fire to God. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examples of playing with fire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Re91lbARflI/AAAAAAAAABU/vlojwenR9bw/s1600-h/j0409422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Re91lbARflI/AAAAAAAAABU/vlojwenR9bw/s200/j0409422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039375793815387730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attending services without w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;orshiping &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serving without spirit, or a wrong spirit- when  something is not right in your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teaching without studying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praying without practicing- not living and believing  what you pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t play with fire. You must have the right motive every moment. Remind yourself what is important, why we are here. Stay strong in your devotions and relationships. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-7156308046937685343?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/7156308046937685343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=7156308046937685343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7156308046937685343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/7156308046937685343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/journal-entry-playing-with-fire.html' title='Journal Entry: Playing With Fire'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Re9zJrARfjI/AAAAAAAAABE/Qb2IlivGqGo/s72-c/DSC_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-643051365559957389</id><published>2007-03-07T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:50.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am Learning This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Re4peMF0sAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VDtnuRNahhI/s1600-h/Open+Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Re4peMF0sAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VDtnuRNahhI/s320/Open+Door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039010631692627970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We often know each other according to our weaknesses and as a result, grumble against one another. When we first meet a person, we think they have so many positive points and are full of potential.  But after working with them, we draw up a list of their weaknesses. Every time we see them or speak of them, we bring that list to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of seeing them in terms of what they are good at, we think of them in terms of what they are not good at. The result is not only can they not become what God has designed them to be, but the whole ministry itself is crippled because we have kept a person from fully developing through our discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;know people according to their strengths and not the weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt; Look for one another's strength and then build a relationship on that strength and not their weaknesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-643051365559957389?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/643051365559957389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=643051365559957389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/643051365559957389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/643051365559957389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-i-am-learning-this-week.html' title='What I am Learning This Week'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/Re4peMF0sAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VDtnuRNahhI/s72-c/Open+Door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-4544658976870796350</id><published>2007-03-06T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:50.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Coffee and Maternity Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RezcPcF0r-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ox4Ir3_DOlw/s1600-h/fdev_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RezcPcF0r-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ox4Ir3_DOlw/s320/fdev_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038644240917508066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHALOM!!! Well I am so glad that I am back here in my good ol' town of Kluang. I was away with my lovely wife over the weekend in KL. My wife was so relieved to be back in her hometown and so was I. I was dying for a cup of Starbucks Java ... its been like 3 months since I had my last cup. I know it is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the picture on the right is what my baby looks like on the 16th week. Everyday is an exciting day for my wife and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a very interesting trip for me in KL. For the first time in my life, I went shopping for maternity clothes for my wife. It was really interesting that we no longer going to shop for ourselves, at least not for me. All we did was going into various "baby" shops looking at the kind of stuffs that we  might need in the NEAR future. Man, there are stuffs I never seen before. Anyway, that is not what I want to blog about. I want to talk about maternity clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so interesting that there are so many types of maternity clothing. We went to several shops, but ended in a shop called Modern Mom. Its the most hip shop (in my opinion) in the whole mall. Here are some of my observations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Maternity clothes are NOT cheap.&lt;br /&gt;2) I have never heard of a pants with a kangaroo pouch.&lt;br /&gt;3) Maternity clothes have a way to make people look really pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;4) My pregnant wife looks really "sexy" in her maternity clothes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5) While in the shop, it dawn upon me that people that come to this shop are pregnant (duhhhhh!!) and there is a sort of "bond" between us the father-to-be. We all look blurr, happy to be shopping for our wives, grinning, and most important, we have a look like, "how we ever got ourselves into this" look on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all in all it was a great experience for me. I am noticing women that are pregnant as well ... interesting. I would not have imagine something like this would ever happen to me a year ago. My wife rocks!!!!! And I am so glad that we are in these together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please continue to pray for us as a couple that we will continue to grow and love each other more with the love of Christ, that Li Poh will be be able to enjoy her pregnancy from here onwards and somehow she will be spared from nausea, and lastly, that we will be prepared as a couple for this child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RezezcF0r_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/F-zkfHjLLNY/s1600-h/Kiss+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RezezcF0r_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/F-zkfHjLLNY/s320/Kiss+ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038647058416054258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-4544658976870796350?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/4544658976870796350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=4544658976870796350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/4544658976870796350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/4544658976870796350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-coffee-and-maternity-shopping.html' title='Of Coffee and Maternity Shopping'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/RezcPcF0r-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ox4Ir3_DOlw/s72-c/fdev_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-1497496090798413319</id><published>2007-03-02T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:16:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/ReeP4vVJrEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8oRVBTST0HU/s1600-h/Cr+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/ReeP4vVJrEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8oRVBTST0HU/s320/Cr+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037152913177816130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHY Jit??? This is the most common response i get when i tell people that i now am blogging as well. Even my wife question me and thinks that I am doing this because I feel pressured to do so. Well, in some way I am pressured, but mostly because I want to share more of my life with all of you guys and gals out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this blog, you will get to know the more cynical side of me as well as well as my intellectual side .... yeah right!! I will share with you all the happenings of my life. Will share with you all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;WHAT I AM SEEING, WHAT I AM JOURNALING, and WHAT I AM LEARNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tune as I will reveal to you more and more of whats happening in the House of Jit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-1497496090798413319?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/1497496090798413319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=1497496090798413319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1497496090798413319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/1497496090798413319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/03/why.html' title='WHY?!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLmMe22Qq3w/ReeP4vVJrEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8oRVBTST0HU/s72-c/Cr+%2816%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099555006515426755.post-2522427437047659406</id><published>2007-03-01T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:42:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Afraid!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone .... Jit is in the house. Yes I am here now in the world of blog. Stay tune as the world is going to find out how crazy I am from now onwards. Be afraid ..be very afraid ... muahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099555006515426755-2522427437047659406?l=houseofjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/feeds/2522427437047659406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099555006515426755&amp;postID=2522427437047659406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/2522427437047659406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099555006515426755/posts/default/2522427437047659406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofjit.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-afraid.html' title='Be Afraid!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Father Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086084890249699950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t107/Fatherlim/wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
