<?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-12836121</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:05:14.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jael Always Rox!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-749914622265923976</id><published>2008-07-04T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:45:44.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>Today I awoke. I walked out of my house and down the road I chose. There was a hole in the road. I fell in.&lt;br /&gt;Again today, I awoke. I walked out of my house and down the road I chose. There was a hole in the road. I fell in.&lt;br /&gt;Today I awoke. I walked out of my house and chose a different road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;adapted: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wbschool.org/articles/sub11-01.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.wbschool.org/articles/sub11-01.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-749914622265923976?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/749914622265923976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=749914622265923976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/749914622265923976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/749914622265923976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-7830190156074327236</id><published>2007-12-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:02:10.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built On a ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Therefore whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock. - Matthew 7:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Christian life is hard work. Christianity involves systematically striving to implement the truths of God's Word into your life. Spiritual depth and maturity do not come without consistent effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jesus had just concluded the Sermon on the Mount, which sets forth some of the most profound truths ever spoken. The Son of God had clearly explained the kind of life that is pleasing to the Father. yet Jesus knew, even as He was concluding His sermon, that some of His listeners would leave and never apply a word they had heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jesus said that a man who takes the words of God and builds them into his life is like a wise man who builds his house on a rock. Rocks are hard to build on. It takes great effort to attach a foundation to a rock. A house built on sand provides instant comfort; building on a rock is laborious and tedious. Yet building on sand leaves the builder in a vulnerable position, while the one building on the rock is secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How can you tell what kind of foundation a life has been built on? Watch to see what happens when a storm comes. A life built upon the Word of GOd will withstand the very storm that sweeps away the life that did not heed God's Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are no shortcuts to spiritual maturity. Maturity comes only through hard work and obedience to what God says. The next time you hear Jesus speaking, begin immediately to firmly build His truth into your life, so that no storm can unsettle you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-7830190156074327236?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7830190156074327236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=7830190156074327236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/7830190156074327236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/7830190156074327236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2007/12/built-on-rock.html' title='Built On a ROCK'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-5965320473261276384</id><published>2007-10-17T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:19:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Reconciled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First be reconciled to your brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then come and offer your gift."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matthew 5:24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   It is useless to give offerings to God while you are at enmity with your brother. Jesus said that HIs followers should be reconciled with anyone who has something against them. The world seeks reconciliation on limited terms. Christians are to be reconciled, &lt;em&gt;whatever it takes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  You say, "But you don't know how deeply he hurt me! It's unreasonable to ask me to restore our relationship." Or, I tried but she would not be appeased." Jesus did not include an exception clause for our reconciliation. If the person is an enemy, Jesus said to love him (Matt 5:44). If he persecutes you, you are to pray for him (v.44). If she publicly humiliates you, you are not to retaliate (v39). If someone takes advantage of you, you are to give even more than he asks (v.41). The world preaches "Assert yourself," Jesus taught, "Deny yourself." The world warns that you will be constantly exploited. Jesus' concern was not His disciples be treated fairly but that they show unconditional love to others regardless of how they are treated. Men spat upon Jesus and nailed Him to a cross. His response was our model: "Father, forgive them, for they do not know waht they do" (Luke 23:34).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   If there were ever a command that is constantly disobeyed, it is this mandate to be reconciled. We comfort ourselves with the thought, "God knows that I tried to make things right, but my enemy refused." God's Word does not say "Try to be reconciled," but "Be reconciled." Is there someone with whom you need to make peace? Then do what God tells you to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henry T. and Richard Blackaby&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-5965320473261276384?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5965320473261276384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=5965320473261276384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/5965320473261276384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/5965320473261276384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-reconciled.html' title='Be Reconciled!'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-7592097899589160950</id><published>2007-09-25T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:55:02.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned the Soul Of Men</title><content type='html'>It is said that many centuries ago the Devil called all the demons of Hell together. He asked for suggestions as to how to damn the souls of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One demon gave one suggestion; another gave another; another gave another. Then a brilliant demon came forward and said, "I’ll tell you what let’s do. Let’s tell men there is a Bible; that the Bible is God’s Word. Let’s tell men that there are a real Hell and a real Heaven; that people who die without the Saviour go to Hell; and that those who believe in Christ, when they die, go to Heaven. Let’s tell men that God loves them and has provided a way whereby they can be saved. Let’s tell men they ought to be saved, but let’s tell them they don’t need to be saved now. Let’s tell them to wait awhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that all the demons of Hell, and even Satan himself, applauded the brilliant demon and said, "That’s it! That’s what we will do! Men will fall for that! That’s the best way to damn the souls of men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US DON FALL INTO THE DEVIL'S TRAP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-7592097899589160950?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7592097899589160950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=7592097899589160950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/7592097899589160950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/7592097899589160950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2007/09/damned-soul-of-men.html' title='Damned the Soul Of Men'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-5270045953862991350</id><published>2007-09-25T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:27:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Way to defeat the Enemy</title><content type='html'>A little girl was once asked how she defeats Satan.  She said, “When Satan comes knocking at the door of my heart, I send God to answer the door.  When Satan sees God, he says, “Ooops, I am sorry, I must have the wrong house.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-5270045953862991350?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5270045953862991350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=5270045953862991350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/5270045953862991350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/5270045953862991350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-way-to-defeat-enemy.html' title='Great Way to defeat the Enemy'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-5558812065171010778</id><published>2007-09-25T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:36:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christian Lady Who lived next Door to an Atheist</title><content type='html'>There was a Christian lady who lived next door to an atheist. Every day, when the lady prayed, the atheist guy could hear her. He thought to himself, "She sure is crazy, praying all the time like that. Doesn't she know there isn't a God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times while she was praying, he would go to her house and harass her, saying "Lady, why do you pray all the time? Don't you know there is no God?" But she kept on praying.&lt;br /&gt;One day, she ran out of groceries. As usual, she was praying to the Lord explaining her situation and thanking Him for what He was gonna do. As usual, the atheist heard her praying and thought to himself, "Humph! I'll fix her."He went to the grocery store, bought a whole bunch of groceries, took them to her house, dropped them off on the front porch, rang the door bell and then hid in the bushes to see what she would do. When she opened the door and saw the groceries, she began to praise the Lord with all her heart, jumping, singing and shouting everywhere! The atheist then jumped out of the bushes and told her, "You ol' crazy lady, God didn't buy you those groceries, I bought those groceries!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hearing this, she broke out and started running down the street, shouting and praising the Lord.When he finally caught her, he asked what her problem was. She said, "I knew the Lord would provide me with some groceries, but I didn't know he was gonna make the devil pay for them!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-5558812065171010778?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5558812065171010778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=5558812065171010778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/5558812065171010778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/5558812065171010778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2007/09/christian-lady-who-lived-next-door-to.html' title='A Christian Lady Who lived next Door to an Atheist'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-3632079730661356168</id><published>2007-06-28T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:52:00.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride Brings You Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man's pride will bring him low,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the humble in spirit will retain honor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 29:23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pride is the great enemy of the Christian. Pride is an overly high opinion of yourself. It motivates you to do things that you know are not Christlike, and it hinders you from doing what brings glory to God. Pride influenced Adam and Eve to try to become like God (Gen 3:5). Pride motivated Cain to murder his brother (Gen 4:5). Pride provoked Joseph's brothers to sell him into slavery (Gen 37:8). Pride caused King Saul to resent David so deeply that he tried to murder him (1 Sam 18:8). Pride led King Hezekiah to foolishly reveal his nation's wealth to his enemies (Isa. 39:2). Pride was at the root of the Pharisees' anger toward Jesus. Pride was at the reason the disciples argued over rank in the kingdom (Luke 9:46).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pride is your relentless enemy. If you succumb to its influence, there will be consequences. You may know that you have offended someone, but pride holds you back from asking forgiveness. You may realize you need to reconcile a broken relationship, but pride will lead you to deny that need. The Spirit may convict you that you are living a sinful lifestyle, but pride will discourage your admitting it. Pride will convince you that you deserve better treatment. Pride will impede your serving others. Instead, pride will have you striving for places of prominence. Pride will lead you to isolate yourself so that you are not accountable to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Humility, on the other hand, is pleasing to God and places your life in a position where God will honor you. If pride has crept into some areas of your life, ask God to give you victory over it before it robs you of God's will for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extracted from Experiencing God (Henry T. Blackaby &amp;amp; Richard Blackaby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-3632079730661356168?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3632079730661356168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=3632079730661356168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/3632079730661356168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/3632079730661356168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2007/06/pride-brings-you-down.html' title='Pride Brings You Down'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-3609022445010267904</id><published>2007-02-15T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:45:44.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>Wishing my Beloveds and Darlings, A Blessed and Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U R invited to my house on Chinese New Year each will receive an Ang Pow.&lt;br /&gt;6 computers to be used for those staying longer haha.. 1 hr/$1.50 cheaper than lan arcade and club houses... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yr Beloved&lt;br /&gt;andrew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-3609022445010267904?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3609022445010267904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=3609022445010267904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/3609022445010267904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/3609022445010267904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2007/02/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-116289501296764752</id><published>2006-11-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:23:32.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brick</title><content type='html'>A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop...." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-116289501296764752?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/116289501296764752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=116289501296764752&amp;isPopup=true' title='94 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/116289501296764752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/116289501296764752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/11/brick.html' title='The Brick'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>94</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-115752567105337208</id><published>2006-09-06T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:54:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Can Separate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who shall separate us form the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distres, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness or peril, or sword?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Romans 8:35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could ever experience, no matter how terrible or frightening, could ever separate you from the love of God. No tribulation and distress you might ever suffer could be so intense that God's love for you is  not even more fervent. No persecuiton could be so painful that God's love cannot bring comfort. Famine might starve you of food, but you will never hunger for the Father's love. Poverty cannot strip you of God's compassion, just as even death itself is incapable of robbing you of your heavenly Father's infinite love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you base your view of God's love on your circumstances, you will become confused. There may be times when you will ask. "How could a loving God allow this to happen to me?" You may begin to question what you find clearly stated in the Word of God. God promised that you would never be separated from His love; He did not say that you would never face hardship, persecution, poverty, or danger. If you doubt that God could love you and still allow you to experience difficult experiences, consider the life of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you allow the death fo Jesus on the cross to forever settle any questions you might have about God's love, you will approach difficult circumstances with confidence. Knowing that there will never be anything that could separate you from God's perfect love, you will watch to see how God expresses HIs love in each circumstance. Don't ever judge God's love based on your circumstances. Instead, evaluate your circumstances from the perspective of God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Henry T. &amp;amp; Richard Blackaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-115752567105337208?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/115752567105337208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=115752567105337208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/115752567105337208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/115752567105337208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-can-separate-you.html' title='Nothing Can Separate You'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-115442820687824224</id><published>2006-08-01T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:30:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw Near To God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cleanse your hands, you siners;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and purify your hearts, you double-minded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;James 4:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There may be times when God seems far away. You may feel as if your prayers go unheard. James said there is a simple reason for this and a solution. If you are far from God, it is because your sin has separated you from Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God is unchanging. His character stays absolutely holy. His faithfulness remains constant; it is we who change. We allow sin into our lives. We choose our own direction. We spend less and less time with Him in Bible study and preayer. Then one day we realize that we have gradually grown distant from God. The solution, acoording to James, is straightforward. we are to draw near to god. As we realize our need to be closer to the Father and we begin to return to Him, He meets us even as the father hurried to greet his prodigal son (Luke 15:20).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drawing near to God requires you to take two actions. First, you must cleanse your hands (Isa. 1:15). You must cleanse your way of living. If you have been actively engaged in sin, you must renounce it. If you have done anything to offend or hurt someone, you must make it right. Second, you are to purify your heart (ps 51:10). You must make certain your attitudes, thoughts, and motives are right in God's eyes and are in harmony with God's Word. Jesus warned that you cannot serve two masters (Matt. 6:24). It is impossible to love anything else as much as you love God and still please Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If God seems distant, do what is necessary to cleanse your hands, purify your heart and draw near to Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Exeriencing God - Henry T. Blackaby and Richard Blackaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-115442820687824224?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/115442820687824224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=115442820687824224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/115442820687824224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/115442820687824224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/08/draw-near-to-god.html' title='Draw Near To God'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-115405566178541672</id><published>2006-07-28T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:01:01.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$20 Dollars Bill</title><content type='html'>A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked. "Who would like this $20 bill?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you - but first, let me do this." He proceeded to crumple the 20 dollar note up. He then asked. "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air."Well," he replied, "what if I do this?" He dropped it on theground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?"Still the hands went into the air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. Nomatter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless; but no matter what happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are stillpriceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes, not in what we do or who we know,&lt;br /&gt;but by ...WHO WE ARE.You are special - don't ever forget it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-115405566178541672?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/115405566178541672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=115405566178541672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/115405566178541672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/115405566178541672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/07/20-dollars-bill.html' title='$20 Dollars Bill'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-114800864626983757</id><published>2006-05-19T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:18:35.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Necessary Adjustment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh that my head were waters, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my eyes a fountain of tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I might weep day and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the slain of the daughter of my people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremiah 9:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jeremiah was invited by God to be a weeping prophet. His call came during turbulent, agonizing times as his society suffered from pervasive moral and spiritual decay. The nation of Judah had turned so far from God that it was soon to face His fierce judgment. This was not a time for merrymaking but for weeping. God looked for someone He could mold into the kind of prophet needed for such a bleak time. He found Jeremiah. The cost to Jeremiah was intense; he sacrificed much of the freedom of his youth in order to be God's messenger. He forfeited family and reputation. He endured misunderstanding, ridicule, and persecution. He was imprisoned and mocked by those to whom he had come to warn of God's impending judgement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Satan will try to convince you that obedience carries much too high a price, but he will never tell you the cost of not obeying God. If you are to be used in God's serice, you must expect to make adjustments in your life. Can you measure the distance between the throne room heaven and a cattle shed in Bethlehem? How far is it from the Lordship of the universe to the cross? Don't be deceived into thinking there is no cost involved in obedience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What adjustments is God asking you to make? Will you face the hardships and opposition that will come when you align your life with God's will? Jeremiah had the deep satisfaction of knowing he was a faithful and beloved servant of God. Your reward will be the same when you choose to fully obey Christ, regardless of the cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from Experiencing God day by day - by Henry T. Blackaby and Richard Blackaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-114800864626983757?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/114800864626983757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=114800864626983757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114800864626983757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114800864626983757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/05/making-necessary-adjustment.html' title='Making Necessary Adjustment'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-114731748381674878</id><published>2006-05-11T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:18:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story - The 99 Club</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was neither happy nor content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the King came upon a servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King; why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly servant had so much joy in his heart?&lt;br /&gt;The King asked the servant, "Why are you so happy?"&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but my family and I don't need too much - just a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, the King sought the advice of his most trusted advisor. After hearing the King's woes and the servant's story, the advisor said, "Your Majesty, I believe that the servant has not been made part of The 99 Club."&lt;br /&gt;"The 99 Club? And what exactly is that?" the King inquired.&lt;br /&gt;The advisor replied, "Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is, place 99 Gold coins in a bag and leave it at this servant's doorstep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the servant saw the bag, he took it into his house. When he opened the bag, he let out a great shout of joy... so many gold coins!&lt;br /&gt;He began to count them. After several counts, he was at last convinced that there were 99 coins. He wondered, "What could've happened to that last gold coin? Surely, no one would leave 99 coins!" He looked everywhere he could, but that final coin was elusive. Finally, exhausted, he decided that he was going to have to work harder than ever to earn that gold coin and complete his collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day, the servant's life was changed. He was overworked, horribly grumpy, and castigated his family for not helping him make that 100th gold coin. He stopped singing while he worked.&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing this drastic transformation, the King was puzzled. When he sought his advisor's help, the advisor said, "Your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99 Club."&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "The 99 Club is a name given to those people who have enough to be happy but are never contented, because they're always yearning and striving for that extra 1 to round it out to 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be happy, even with very little in our lives, but the minute we're given something bigger and better, we want even more! We lose our sleep, our happiness, we hurt the people around us; all these as a price for our growing needs and desires. That's what joining The 99 Club is all about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian is a perfectly free lord of all, subject to none.&lt;br /&gt;A Christian is a perfectly dutiful servant of all, subject to all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Martin Luther, Freedom of a Christian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-114731748381674878?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/114731748381674878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=114731748381674878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114731748381674878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114731748381674878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/05/story-99-club.html' title='Story - The 99 Club'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-114603353534017311</id><published>2006-04-26T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:38:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Guys For Your Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>I just want to say a &lt;strong&gt;big thank you&lt;/strong&gt; for all the Birthday Wishes thru msm, sms or calls. Indeed this is the year i have received so many sms since the year i own a mobile phone.. haha. Surprises from the unexpected ones sending sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know, I was wondering about those people that I was so close with (i don noe about them), never give a tingle or sms.. i was so sad.. (hee) really age is catching up. They ended up down at my Block when i got out of the lift 'taa la' holding a big card and birthday wishes. A Big Thank You and to Cavell also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the Funeral of Sis Angela on my birthday which happen to be her birthday too! Infact i have intended to celebrate her birthday but... God in His manifold wisdoms has taken our dear sister back to His bossom. Well, well, wat to say?? God is in-charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have dinner with my Family at Swensen together with Pastor Roger n Judea his daugther. Indeed we have good time of fellowship. Thanks to my wife for keeping the secret and purposely asked me to apply leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed wat a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-114603353534017311?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/114603353534017311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=114603353534017311&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114603353534017311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114603353534017311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-you-guys-for-your-birthday.html' title='Thank You Guys For Your Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-114315533721207976</id><published>2006-03-24T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:08:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note Worth Sharing</title><content type='html'>Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." - Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-114315533721207976?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/114315533721207976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=114315533721207976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114315533721207976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114315533721207976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/03/note-worth-sharing.html' title='A Note Worth Sharing'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-114171354810786666</id><published>2006-03-07T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:42:16.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix Yr Eyes On Jesus</title><content type='html'>Life on earth is a tough one, due to the curse of the ground because of man's disobedience. Misery, heartache, headache and all other aches. The Father's love has provided us His Son Jesus Christ to help us go through lives, not bearing to see mankind suffers. Eventhough mankind has failed Him again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus offered to come to Him all those who are weary and are heavy laden, He will give us rest.&lt;br /&gt;My Beloved, u can come to Him anytime, anywhere n anyplace. Call upon Him and He will answer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things on earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace. SO don hold so dear to what u have, it will pass away. The things we have are T - loan to us, to enhance our living so that through those things we may use it for His glory not for any selfish use and gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is ahead of us?&lt;br /&gt;I believe life will be tougher as the imminent return of the Lord as said in the Bible. We must fix our eyes on the Lord in order that we will not be distracted by the worldly things that will slow us down and eventually sap us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-114171354810786666?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/114171354810786666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=114171354810786666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114171354810786666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/114171354810786666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/03/fix-yr-eyes-on-jesus.html' title='Fix Yr Eyes On Jesus'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-113936723855889008</id><published>2006-02-08T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:53:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Story</title><content type='html'>One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him! . He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so! I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! "He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach, but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until that moment did I realize its depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-113936723855889008?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/113936723855889008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=113936723855889008&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/113936723855889008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/113936723855889008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/02/nice-story.html' title='A Nice Story'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-113838967946294013</id><published>2006-01-28T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:21:19.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creations Joke</title><content type='html'>On the first day, God created the dog and said: "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years." The dog said: "That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God created the monkey and said: "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span." The monkey said: "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said: "You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years." The cow said: "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, God created man and said: "Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years." But man said: "Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," said God, "You asked for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-113838967946294013?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/113838967946294013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=113838967946294013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/113838967946294013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/113838967946294013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/01/creations-joke.html' title='Creations Joke'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-113758409059124647</id><published>2006-01-18T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:34:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Touching Story</title><content type='html'>Subject : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Best Letter Ever Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can  I see him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."&lt;br /&gt;Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.&lt;br /&gt;Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. " I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else.. Always wanting to help others if he could."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU.. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important.. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye  and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed with Love from: God, Jesus &amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see Satan stop this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-113758409059124647?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/113758409059124647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=113758409059124647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/113758409059124647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/113758409059124647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2006/01/very-touching-story.html' title='A Very Touching Story'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-112908419704231811</id><published>2005-10-12T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:29:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Sharing</title><content type='html'>A little old couple walked slowly into a McDonald's one cold winter evening.&lt;br /&gt;They looked out of place amid the young families and young couples eating there that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the customers looked admiringly at them. You could tell what the admirers were thinking:&lt;br /&gt;"Look, there is a couple who has been through a lot together, probably for 60 years or more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old man walked up to the cash register, placed his order with no hesitation and then paid for their meal.  The couple took a table near the back wall and started taking&lt;br /&gt;food off of the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one hamburger, one order of french fries and one drink.&lt;br /&gt;The little old man unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half.&lt;br /&gt;He placed one half in front of his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he carefully counted out the french fries, divided them in two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. He took a sip of the drink, and then his wife took a sip as the man began to eat his few bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you could tell what people around the old couple were saying. - "They were used to sharing everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the crowd noticed that the little old lady still hadn't eaten a thing.&lt;br /&gt;She just sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally sipped some of the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man came over and begged them to let him buy them another meal.&lt;br /&gt;The lady explained that no, they were used to sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the little old man finished eating and was wiping his face neatly with a napkin, the young man could stand it no longer and asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being politely refused again, he finally asked the little old lady, "Ma'am, why aren't you eating. You said that you share everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you are waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;She answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE TEETH"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-112908419704231811?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/112908419704231811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=112908419704231811&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112908419704231811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112908419704231811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-about-sharing.html' title='All About Sharing'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-112391182256961389</id><published>2005-08-13T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:43:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Joke</title><content type='html'>Bush got something wrong with his brain and he went to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;After medical examination, doctor tells him:&lt;br /&gt;"Your brain has two parts: one is left, and another is right.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain has nothing right. Your right brain has nothing left."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-112391182256961389?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/112391182256961389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=112391182256961389&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112391182256961389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112391182256961389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/08/bush-joke.html' title='Bush Joke'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-112072989263220698</id><published>2005-07-07T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:51:32.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed Price</title><content type='html'>3 POWs were caught by the Germans in a war. They were told that they will be shot at while they ran 100 meters. If they survived after that they would then be set free. So, the 3, a British, a Japanese &amp; a Singaporean, lined up at the start.&lt;br /&gt;Bang!They started to ran like they never did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the 80 meter mark, the British was shot down. Before he went down, he patriotically shouted, 'Long live the Queen' and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 90 meters, the Japanese was shot. Before he went down, he shouted, 'Banzai' and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Singaporean was at 93m, 95m, 98m, 99m... ... Bang! He, too, was shot down. Before he died, he shouted, 'KAYU LAH!!' One meter also no discount!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-112072989263220698?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/112072989263220698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=112072989263220698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112072989263220698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112072989263220698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/07/fixed-price.html' title='Fixed Price'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-112072907496638593</id><published>2005-07-07T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:37:54.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers Are Female</title><content type='html'>The top six reasons computers must be female:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. As soon as you have one, a better one is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;5. No one but the creator understands the internal logic.&lt;br /&gt;4. Even your smallest mistakes are immediately committed to memory for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;3. The native language used to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;2. The message "Bad Command or File Name" is about as informative as "If you don't know why I'm mad at you, then I'm certainly not going to tell you".&lt;br /&gt;AND THE NUMBER ONE REASON COMPUTERS ARE FEMALE: As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half of your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-112072907496638593?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/112072907496638593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=112072907496638593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112072907496638593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112072907496638593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/07/computers-are-female.html' title='Computers Are Female'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-112041136881475069</id><published>2005-07-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:22:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophecies given in 1997 are coming to pass..</title><content type='html'>8th Message:&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, ah.. I sense that when this happen we are not saying next week next year possibly soon ..no. That when it happen, and seeming calamitydoes seem to hit.. there will be a tendency within you to become concerned, little frightened even wondering what is happening might thing fallen apart around me. The Holy Spirit will bring back this word of encouragement to you so that you noe that it has been declared before hand there is going to be a source of strength and part of that anchoring on Jesus to hold on to. that is the other side.. so do not fear wat you can see with your natural eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th message:&lt;br /&gt;Wat come out of this process is going to be far better but the previous need to be set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(encouragement from the Prophets..)&lt;br /&gt;You don work towards that you let Him do that, don push it..&lt;br /&gt;(behind the prophecies i can hear the other prophets agreeing affirming..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-112041136881475069?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/112041136881475069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=112041136881475069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112041136881475069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112041136881475069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/07/prophecies-given-in-1997-are-coming-to_04.html' title='Prophecies given in 1997 are coming to pass..'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-112041041618159960</id><published>2005-07-04T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:06:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophecies given in 1997 are coming to pass..</title><content type='html'>5th Message:&lt;br /&gt;Around you, the bible says that there will be a time when man heart will fail them but becos of fear. The Lord says to you Let not your heart be trouble. Let it not be distressbecos  there is season that you are going be the one, that He will use you as a lifeline to pull everyone back they would wobble and almost feel desolate and afraid that  You are and God is going to give you the strength for you to throw out the lifeline and pull them back to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Background hearing them praying for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Message:&lt;br /&gt;Wat is going to look like setback are actually going to be God's tremendous opportunity and i mean there are thing that get really to happen in your life, in your church in your ministry above and beyond wat you are imagining right now things that are going to &lt;strong&gt;Explode in a massive way and is going to look like calamity but the very thing that look like calamity just like Joseph.. looks like setback, look like bondage was actually God's plan for the salvation of many.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th message:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the reality is coming, becos of the fact that the Lord cannot use the wine skin of the past. Just sense that He want you to know that He is giving you new wine skin. For wat is going to occur that the wine skin of the past is not going to work and so the calamity is really setting aside of previous wine skin becos the new wine skin are more flexible and more open and able to receive and are poured altogther. That's the thing the wisdom that the Lord is giving to you becos you are going to understand the new wine skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-112041041618159960?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/112041041618159960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=112041041618159960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112041041618159960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112041041618159960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/07/prophecies-given-in-1997-are-coming-to.html' title='Prophecies given in 1997 are coming to pass..'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-112040308763852153</id><published>2005-07-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:08:43.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prophecies&lt;br /&gt;1st Message: ( A prophetess )&lt;br /&gt;Oh Andrew, I am so reminded of your name sake, reminded of your name Andrew one of Jesus disciples. And Andrew is the one who will sought others. I believe the Lord is releasing deep, the depth of you, a hunger and desire and the ability to reach out and share with every word that comes out from your mouth the great testimony of your life. You will be sharing the gospel and you will be reaching and you will be winning and you be the one that will bring others to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you will be an introducer. You will be the one who bring them in and introduce them to the Lord Jesus Christ. The Lord is going to bring other along to water that seed, to water that which is planted but is calling you really be wanting both to seek and save just as Jesus did. To seek and bring to salvation those that are still Lost.&lt;br /&gt;(thank you Lord.. the anointing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Message&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah.. The Lord says.. son my word says that Behold every that can be shaken will be shaken. And there is a shaking coming, that is going to come around you, and you are going to see a tremendous shaking happening. And God says My Kingdom is unshakeable. I have put my Kingdom within you and you are going to be able to stand in the midst of shaking. Great shaking that is about to happen in and around all you that you have to..you are going to see the amount of devastation and tremendous amount of calamaty as it were. But Don't fear, do not fear saith the Lord because I have put my kingdom inside of you. You are going to stand because you are the one that are going to stand in the midst of the shaking and shaking comes God is going to use you as an anchor, many are going to stand with you becos you are standing and you r gonna be a ministry of example becos as you are stedfast in my Kingdom saith the Lord. Stand firm even in my strength. You are going to be a salvation of many becos in the midst of the shaking, Behold i have planned for a harvest and is my plan and is my purpose even though it will seems like the plan of man and the onslaught of the enemy yet my plan is to bring in a harvest saith the Lord. And you are the strategic person you are going to stand in the midst of the shaking. You are going to realise that is easy thing becos you are standing in my strength saith the Lord... ( a lady prophet agree in the background says.. Ya, he is not going to be knock off..just like the tidal waves hit you are going to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Message:&lt;br /&gt;And Andrew i am really sensing the Lord is putting in you an encourager's heart that ah..as Jamerson mentioned in the midst of what is going on there is going to be sense of quiet strength and encouragement and there going to be many going to be drawn to you. Becos you are going to encourage them and i believe that in the midst of this .. there is a pretty good possibility that the Lord is going to give you words He is going to be speaking to you to give you clarity what is going on that actually is going to function some kind of prophetic role in the lives of other people. Becos of the fact is going to be such an encouragement this thing that i mentioned about the purpose .. 1st corinthians purpose of prophecies .. is going to flow thru your life so that is not necessary just the word.. is going to be thing that really flow thru yr life. The Lord is going to increasing in you the Word of Wisdom. Particularly the word of wisdom. and so He is wanting you to listen to work on the ability to hear from the Spirit and speak into the situation becos there is going to be a great sense that the word He gives you is going to be comfort and consolation to the people around you. &lt;strong&gt;There are going to young people that are going to be drawn unto you and young leaders that are going to be drawn unto you becos of the quiet confident that God is placing in your heart.&lt;/strong&gt; This is a very very important role it's the Barnabas role but is also the role of a quiet leader and leadership is going to increase in your heart and life in the midst of this. You will be getting this . This is going to be drawn from the Lord and you are not going to get it becos of the fact that you noe what to do or the book teaches you wat to do but the Lord is going to give you confident &lt;strong&gt;and is going to come from the time you spend with Him and so is going to be very very vital that you have the time with Him and time with His word becos much of what you going to be able to share is going to come out of the word in the way of specific word of wisdom, comfort and encouragement. And the Lord is going to solidify the Church in the midst of wat is going on. He is going to build the church He is going to encourage the Church but is going to come becos of the fact that He is going to do a great work and a wonderful work in your own heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Message:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen a picture Andrew of a tree. A very big tree that is losing its leaves and you are standing in the middle of that tree in the field. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is raising up AN Army, God is raising up an Army of Young people and you are at the head of that ARMY, almost like the Gideon's Army, that He is bringing forth, and young people will be coming round about you. He will send you those who will come and hold your arm up and to bring you thru this, keep you standing stedfast as that trunk of that tree as you are rooted into. The great trunk into the very root as you are rooted into the root of that treee. You are the branch and the trunk is Jesus. YOu just keep your eyes on Him and as the leave fall round about you, don look at the leaves falling becos when leaves fall springtime does come and the leaves will bloom again and come out of that dead branch. You are an encourager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-112040308763852153?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/112040308763852153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=112040308763852153&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112040308763852153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112040308763852153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/07/prophecies-1st-message-prophetess-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-112040036775567825</id><published>2005-07-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:19:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi My Beloved</title><content type='html'>I want to share with you the prophecies i received from the Lord in Airport Vineyard Fellowship Church, Toronto Canada in 1997. A group of prophets of God gathered to prophesy over His servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and write it out.. so be patient as i try to listen and write in down. It is in cassette tape form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 prophets prophesy over me... wow as i listen again goose pump coming over my body..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-112040036775567825?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/112040036775567825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=112040036775567825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112040036775567825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/112040036775567825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/07/hi-my-beloved.html' title='Hi My Beloved'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111728809065311739</id><published>2005-05-28T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:48:10.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Out the Lights</title><content type='html'>Dr. Quek made a routine house call to Mr. Lim, one of his elderly patients. He asks, "And how are you doing today, Mr. Lim?" Mr. Lim replies, "I feel just fine, doc. But you know, it's the strangest thing. Every night when I get up to pang jio, the bathroom light goes on for me automatically when I open the door!" The doctor is worried that the old man is getting senile, so he phones the man's son, and the son's wife answers. The doctor tells her, "Mrs. Lim, I'm a little concerned about your father-in-law. It seems that when he gets up to urinate at night and opens the bathroom door, the light somehow goes on..." At which point, Mrs. Lim yells, "Ah Seng! Ah Pa is peeing in the REFRIGERATOR again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111728809065311739?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111728809065311739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111728809065311739&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111728809065311739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111728809065311739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/shoot-out-lights.html' title='Shoot Out the Lights'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111698925396850720</id><published>2005-05-25T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T10:47:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancestry</title><content type='html'>This black guy was walking by a lake. Sitting next to the lake was an old Chinese guy skipping stones off the water. As he did, they made a sound. They sounded like this? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change----Chang-Long. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black guy was amazed. He asked the Chinaman how he did that. The Chinaman said, "this is an enchanted lake". When you skip a small stone across the water, it tells you about your immediate ancestry. When you skip a larger stone, it tells you about your ancient ancestry. The Chinaman then picked up a larger stone and skipped cross the water. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long---Dong-Chow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black guy picked up a stone and skipped across the water. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chim---Pan-Ze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the sound. "BULL SHIT" he said and threw another?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chim---Pan-Ze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. Really pissed now, he picked up the largest rock he could and threw it into the water? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ba---Boon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111698925396850720?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111698925396850720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111698925396850720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111698925396850720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111698925396850720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/ancestry.html' title='Ancestry'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111694722648142911</id><published>2005-05-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:07:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualifying For Heaven</title><content type='html'>Recently a teacher, a garbage collector, and a lawyer wound up together at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter informed them that in order to get into Heaven, they would each have to answer one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter addressed the teacher and asked, "What was the name of the ship that crashed into the iceberg? They just made a movie about it." The teacher answered quickly, "That would be the Titanic." St. Peter let him through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter turned to the garbage man and, figuring Heaven didn't *really* need all the odors that this guy would bring with him, decided to make the question a little harder: "How many people died on the ship?" Fortunately for him, the trash man had just seen the movie. "1,228," he answered. "That's right! You may enter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter turned to the lawyer. "Name them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111694722648142911?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111694722648142911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111694722648142911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111694722648142911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111694722648142911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/qualifying-for-heaven.html' title='Qualifying For Heaven'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111692758164792689</id><published>2005-05-24T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:25:52.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Wants to Guess?</title><content type='html'>Who was the Greatest Comedian in The Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson, because he brought the house down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the greatest babysitter in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, He rocked Goliath to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111692758164792689?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111692758164792689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111692758164792689&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111692758164792689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111692758164792689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/anyone-wants-to-guess_24.html' title='Anyone Wants to Guess?'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111691040235592145</id><published>2005-05-24T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:53:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc And Patient</title><content type='html'>Doctor: Your recovery was a miracle!'&lt;br /&gt;Patient: 'PRAISE GOD. Now I don't have to pay!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111691040235592145?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111691040235592145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111691040235592145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111691040235592145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111691040235592145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/doc-and-patient.html' title='Doc And Patient'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111625127651001127</id><published>2005-05-19T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:33:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Granting Miracles</title><content type='html'>A religious man is on top of a roof during a great flood. A man comes by in a boat and says "get in, get in!" The religous man replies, " no I have faith in God, he will grant me a miracle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the water is up to his waist and another boat comes by and the guy tells him to get in again. He responds that he has faith in god and god will give him a miracle. With the water at about chest high, another boat comes to rescue him, but he turns down the offer again cause "God will grant him a miracle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the water at chin high, a helicopter throws down a ladder and they tell him to get in, mumbling with the water in his mouth, he again turns down the request for help for the faith of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrives at the gates of heaven with broken faith and says to Peter, I thought God would grand me a miracle and I have been let down." St. Peter chuckles and responds, "I don't know what you're complaining about, we sent you three boats and a helicopter."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111625127651001127?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111625127651001127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111625127651001127&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111625127651001127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111625127651001127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-granting-miracles.html' title='God Granting Miracles'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111624959206553304</id><published>2005-05-16T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:19:52.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke: A Sermon About Lying</title><content type='html'>A minister told his congregation, "Next week I plan to preach about the sin of lying. To help you understand my sermon, I want you all to read Mark 17." The following Sunday, as he prepared to deliver his sermon, the minister asked for a show of hands. He wanted to know how many had read Mark 17. Every hand went up. The minister smiled and said, "Mark has only sixteen chapters. I will now proceed with my sermon on the sin of lying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111624959206553304?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111624959206553304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111624959206553304&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111624959206553304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111624959206553304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/joke-sermon-about-lying.html' title='Joke: A Sermon About Lying'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111608354801663695</id><published>2005-05-14T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:15:42.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Is Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I read in John the Eighteen Chapter again i was fascinated at the Power of Jesus. Judas Iscariot the betrayal brought a band of people to come to arrest Jesus. Listen and watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;v4. Jesus, Knowing all that was going to happen to him, went out and asked them, "Who is it you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;v5 "Jesus of Nazareth," They replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I Am He," Jesus said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V6. WHEN JESUS SAID, "I AM HE,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY DREW BACK AND FELL TO THE GROUND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can imagine how those people fell, without being touched or beaten they fell under the power of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus only spoke the word I AM HE.. that is powerful... it bring me back to the creation in Genesis.. when God spoke the word and the world came into existence out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are very powerful it can bring healing or wound as spoken in James chapter 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Believe when we walk close to Him, listen to Him and obey Him, we too can speak the word things start to change and live renewed and revived. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiyah! Fiyah! Fiyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111608354801663695?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111608354801663695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111608354801663695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111608354801663695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111608354801663695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/jesus-is-awesome.html' title='Jesus Is Awesome!'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111596376721778159</id><published>2005-05-13T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:56:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Three guys found themselves in Hell: we will call them Carl, Bob, and Brett, they were a little confused at their present situation, and they were startled to see a door in the wall open, and behind the door was perhaps the ugliest woman they had ever seen. She was 3'4", dirty, and you could smell her even over the Brimstone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of the Devil was heard, "Brett, you have sinned! You are condemned to spend the rest of eternity in bed with this woman!" And Brett was whisked through the door by a group of lesser demons to his torment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This understandably shook up the other two, and so they both jumped when a second door opened, and they saw an even more disgusting example of womanhood gone wrong. She was over 7' tall, monstrous, covered in thick black hair,and flies circled her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of the Devil was heard, "Carl, you have sinned! You are condemned to spend the rest of eternity in bed with this woman!" And Carl, like Brett, was whisked off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, now alone, felt understandably anxious, and feared the worst when the third door opened. And as the door inched open, he strained to see the figure of ... Cindy Crawford. Delighted, Bob jumped up, taking in the sight of this beautiful woman, dressed in a skimpy bikini. Then he heard the voice of the Devil saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cindy, you have sinned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken from realestatehumor.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111596376721778159?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111596376721778159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111596376721778159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111596376721778159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111596376721778159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111595469815095352</id><published>2005-05-13T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:33:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Meditation</title><content type='html'>As I was reading my Bible in the Book of John Chapter 15:7 Jesus said "If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you".. it strikes me again. As long as I remain in Christ and His words.. I MAY ASK WHATEVER I WISH!!!.. Wow! did u hear what Jesus says??? Is still applicable today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloveds, as a Christian the only thing that remain or only thing we must do is to REMAIN IN HIM because if we don we will be cut off. Simply to say there is no Choice. But the benefits that come with that are unspeakable, unimaginable and powerful. Is there anything for us to lose? absolutely nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111595469815095352?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111595469815095352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111595469815095352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111595469815095352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111595469815095352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-meditation.html' title='My Meditation'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111589229043620013</id><published>2005-05-12T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:04:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5728/640/IMG_6032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5728/320/IMG_6032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WIll Go&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111589229043620013?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111589229043620013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111589229043620013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111589229043620013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111589229043620013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-will-go.html' title=''/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12836121.post-111587513658352543</id><published>2005-05-12T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:52:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are We Going to DO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Listening and Flowing with the Holy Spirit in these last days is tremendous. God indeeds has poured out His Spirit more than ever before. Iniquities abound, God's love and grace abound much more. People that are skeptical and agnostic are giving their hearts and lives to God. Jesus is the ultimate Answer for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Compare to my past years of being a Christian,  i have never seen so many people coming to know Jesus. Especially the elderly,  whose entire lives had been serving those worthless gods are coming and openly confessing Jesus as their Lord and Saviour. Really, i am excited what The Spirit of God is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My concern most is the Youth of this Generation, they are so easily sucked in by the whirl wind of the evil one. Many are Squeezed into the devil's mold (fashion, materialism, lawlessness, openly doing things that are unsightly, etc...) without their Knowing (Romans 12:2). The Bible says "because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold.." Jesus here is referring to believers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a fellowship that is called JAEL, comprises of young people from the age of 12 - 25. And my desire is to see them rise up and be a Godly influence to the friends around them.  In another word is to Squeeze their friends into the Godly mold. The Spirit of God is moving in this Fellowship, many lives has been touched and changed by GOD. I pray that it will last and renewed always. "...but he who stands firm to the end will be saved"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will continue....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12836121-111587513658352543?l=psandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/111587513658352543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12836121&amp;postID=111587513658352543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111587513658352543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12836121/posts/default/111587513658352543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psandrew.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-are-we-going-to-do.html' title='What Are We Going to DO?'/><author><name>psandrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04748363442403165725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
