Overnight Prayer Meeting on 31st Dec 2007
Hey guys!
Instructions:- Tell me whether you're attending and if you're bringing friends. I need to know the number so u guys will have enough food! *msg/tag*
- Once you come, stay throughout! No leaving halfway..
Program:
10.45pm – 11.00pm: Refreshments
11.00pm – 11.10pm: Worship I
11.10pm – 11.40pm: Thanksgiving + Testimony
11.40pm – 12 midnight: Devotion
12 midnight – 12.05am: Countdown
12.05am – 12.15: Worship II
12.15am – 1.15am: Submission
1.15am – 1.30am: Short Break
1.30am – 2.00am: Dependency (Part I)
2.00am – 2.15am: Games
2.15am – 3.15am: Dependency (Part II)
3.15am – 3.45am: Long Break
3.45am – 4.00am: Worship III
4.00am – 4.15am: Games
4.15am – 4.50am: Community (Part I)
4.50am - 5am: Short Break
5am – 5.45am: Community (Part II)
5.45am – 6.00am : Worship IV
6.00am – 6.30am: Pack up and Home Sweet Home
*mell*
WHY JESUS IS BETTER THAN SANTA CLAUS!
Santa lives at the North Pole.
JESUS is everywhere.
Santa rides in a sleigh.
JESUS rides on the wind andwalks on the water.
Santa comes but once a year.
JESUS is our ever present help.
Santa fills your stockings with goodies.
JESUS supplies all your needs.
Santa comes down your chimney uninvited.
JESUS stands at your door and knocks,and then enters your heart when invited.
You have to wait in line to see Santa.
JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.
Santa lets you sit on his lap.
JESUS lets you rest in His arms.
Santa doesn't know your name,all he can say is "Hi little boy or girl,what's your name?"
JESUS knew our name even before we were born.Not only does He know our name,He knows our address too.He knows our history and future.He even knows how many hairsare on our heads.
Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly.
JESUS has a heart full of love.
All Santa can offer is"HO HO HO"
JESUS offers "health,help and hope."
Santa says "You better not cry".
JESUS says"Cast all your cares on mefor I care for you."
Santa may make you chuckle.
JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.
While Santa puts gifts under your tree.
JESUS became our gift and He died on a tree.. The cross!
We need to put Christ back in CHRISTmas!
Jesus is still the Reason for the Season.
For God so loved the world,that He gave His only begotten Son,that whosoever believeth in Himshould not perish,but have everlasting life ~ John 3:16
Merry Christmas Kindness 1! =)
*mell*
STUDY
ATTENTION ALL KINDNESS 1 STUDENTS. Have you enjoyed your December holidays?Well, now it's time to start studying for your exams next year!Time: 10.30am
Date: 8 Dec (sat)
Venue: Church office (lib) - i'll ask Chai Hwa.
Bring: any materials you want to study. I think it's best if we draw up a timetable together though!
Let me know who can make it! *tag tag tag* OR *msg msg msg*If majority can't make it we can change day/time! =)*mell*
HELLO.
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happy birthday MELODY!
you're fifteen man.
:D that's really cool, you know why?
cause right, fifteen's like 1 and a 5 right?
and 1 is like to symbolise the first digit of 12 (december), which is ONE!
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and 5 right, is like cause your birthday's on the FIFTH!
AWESOME.
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God bless.
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we thank God for you man.
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HELLO.
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MERRY ERALY CHRISTMAS, GUYS.
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i chanced upon this story, and i think that mst of us might have read it before, but i thought those who haven't already did, might want to, cause it's quite touching man.
here goes:
The Christmas Gift.
A friend of mine (not really mine, just the dude who told this story) named Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present.
On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. "Is this your car, Mister?" he asked. Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels. "I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that." Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?" "Oh yes, I'd love that." After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front on my house?" Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again. "Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it... then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about." Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shingled-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride. That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said, "It's more blessed to give...."
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here's another, it's quite cute.
Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly decorated packages. But mostly, Christmas is for love. I had not believed this until a small elf-like student with wide-eyed innocent eyes and soft rosy cheeks gave me a wondrous gift one Christmas.
Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sister's son. She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadn't been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif. Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child.
I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunt's anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room. We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day. When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother. Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him.
As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day. I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how I had missed him, and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, "Did you really miss me?"
I explained how he had been my best helper. "I was making you a surprise," he whispered confidentially. "It's for Christmas." With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room. He didn't stay after school any more after that.
Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. "I have your present," he said timidly when I looked up. "I hope you like it." He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box.
"Its beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it?" I asked opening the top to look inside. "
"Oh you can't see what's in it," He replied, "and you can't touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when you're all alone."
I gazed into the empty box. "What is it Mark," I asked gently, "that will make me feel so good?" "It's love," he whispered softly, "and mother always said it's best when you give it away." And he turned and quietly left the room.
So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood on the piano in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it.
Yes, Christmas is for gaiety, mirth and song, for good and wondrous gifts. But mostly, Christmas is for love.
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love your neighbours as you love yourself, man.
:Dta-ra*
sandra out.
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God bless.thanks for everything, Kindness 1!
2007 wouldn't have been so awesome without you guys!
praise the Lord.
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