My Testimony of "Chu Cheng" Cell Group Fellowship

Going to church fellowship, service or meeting is always my priority, for in the bible, it says “Let us not neglect our church duties and meetings, as some people do, but encourage and warn each other, especially now that the day of his coming back again is drawing near” (Hebrew 10:25)

After coming to Sabah, I’m still going to church with earnestly and even in serving, I really involved especially in children ministry. I love to serve God. But because of my infirm faith, without anyone to talk to, I’ve neglected from the church meeting. However, God’s words still talking to my heart. “Go to church, go to the fellowship”. It’s my unforgiving heart that I’m able to face. I lose my faith in relationship with people. I’m so thirsty of God’s word and fellowship of the church. After marriage, I’m busy with family life, with the children, with my new post in school. I don’t have time to go to the fellowship. However, I managed to go for sometimes but I still can’t solve my heart’s hurt and anger. Yet, God always remind me the importance of going to the church and fellowship.

Until the starting of “chu cheng” fellowship, I’m so happy that I can go to listen to God’s words and have fellowship. Yet, my heart cracked because my children were so naughty that it disturbed the service. I’m so ashamed. I don’t know what to do. I’m so stressful with my children. After going for once, I stop going again. My husband keeps urging me to go. The simple act of him makes me feel touched. I told him of the problems. He’s the type of quiet person, so no comment from him, just urging me to go. He said the children let them be. So, with faith, once again I agree to go. My children making noise during the fellowship but what impressed me is the members of “chu cheng” ignored the noise and continue with the discussion/meeting. I’m so touched with their unconditional understanding, and letting me involved too in the discussion. I feel more comfortable with the fellowship. In this fellowship of two weeks once, I learned a lot. I begin to see the importance of life, the purpose of life, care for people, and the importance of serving God. I begin to be feeling useful and special in God’s eye. I thank God for giving me this change to come back to Him. So, let us not neglect from going to the church and fellowship. Encourage each other and help each other in God’s Kingdom. Thank you to all the brother and sister of “Chu Cheng” fellowship of your acceptance of my children during the fellowship so that I can listen to God’s word. Amen.

By tck07

11月 齐齐吃早餐&『也谈人生目标』

好一个难得的假日早晨，齐齐开心的享用营养早餐。

真是不大好意思，怎么老爱拍人家的“食相”。喂，拍得不好看的话，就有你好看。

“你平时最喜欢享用什么样的早餐？”

不错哩，有鸡丝粥、蛋炒米粉、蒜油烤面包+粟米羮、果汁...，当然最不可缺的是有喜乐调配。

谁最满意他目前的人生目标状况？看看坐在中间，笑得“最幸福”的弟兄就知道了。

基督徒对神的人生目标应是“讨神喜悦”！
神已定下计划，要你我讨祂喜悦。讨神喜悦是向神敬拜。敬拜不仅是音乐，而更是生活上的每一个点滴。敬拜的目的不是为自己得益，而是该求问神--“神啊，祢喜悦孩子向祢献上的敬拜吗？”
敬拜不只是我们作为神的子民生命的一部分，而是整个生命！
想一想：我可以从哪一件寻常事物开始，把它当作是为主做的来做？

Smile

During my quiet time, reading the Upper Room, one day I came across an article titled “A smiling face”. What do you think of a smile to you? A smile, will make you feel you’re welcome? Or it makes you feel nice? Or something else.

A smile makes everybody comfortable. Even when you go to a counter service, if the person smile and greet to you, you’ll feel good.

I practiced this act in my school as a teacher. I realized that the students always greet me. Even in the exercises book, when I check their exercises, I used to draw a smile face in the book, they’ll be happy to see it and it motivated them to do better in their work in future. The atmosphere was so nice and you’ll feel you’re good. Even sometimes, I’m down with matters that arises, a smile and a greet from the principal or from the colleague makes me so relief. A smile, a greet will brightened the atmosphere.

So, how about our life as a Christian to other people? Do we show a smile face to show that it is a joy knowing Christ? We are living in Christ. Sometimes, I find myself very down and unable to smile, the other people’s smile will uplift my mood. So, let us always show our smile, live up our life so that others can see the light of Christ in us. The little act of us would mean a lot to others.

Just as Matthew 5:16 says, “Let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven”.

By tck07

(The above sharing is only own feeling and experience, and not represented any organization.)

Words That Hurt vs Words That Encourage

Encouragement, motivation was so important in our life. Encourage everyone with compliment, with words of encouragement the people you love and care about. Show our act of love. Tell the people you love and care for that they’re special and important, don’t criticize or judge people. I once had been judged by a pastor and it makes me so sad. The words make my life so miserable and useless and the thinking of commit suicide always in my mind. It hurt me so much. So, criticism is bad. It destroys a person’s self-esteem. So, why don’t we say what is good and helpful to others. Don’t judge or condemn people by something that is not true.

Here is an article written by Sister Helen P.Mrosla which had been sent to me by my roommate during my time in university and it really touches me of how important to show our love for life is short.

A good article by Sister Helen P.Mrosla, titled “All the Good Things”

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minn. All the 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving – “Thank you for correcting me, Sister!” I didn’t know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning, my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher’s mistake. I looked at Mark and said, “If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!” It wasn’t ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, “Mark is talking again.” I hadn’t asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark’s desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark’s desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, “Thank you for correcting me, Sister”.

As the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it, Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instructions in the “new math,” he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third.

One Friday, things just didn’t feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left there room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, “Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend.” That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday, I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” I heard whispered. “I never knew that meant anything to anyone!” “I didn’t know others liked me so much!” No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, mother asked me the usual questions about the trip-the weather, my experiences in general. There was a light lull in the conversation. Mother gave dad a side-ways glance and simply says, “Dad?” My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. “The Eklunds called last night,” he began. “Really?” I said. “I haven’t heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is.” Dad responded quietly. “Mark was killed in Vietnam,” he said. “The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like if it you could attend.” To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where dad told me about Mark. I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me. The church was packed with Mark’s friends. Chuck’s sister sang “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside.

The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me. “Were you Mark’s Math teacher?” he asked. I nodded as I continue to stare at the coffin. “Mark talked about you a lot,” he said. After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates headed to Chuck’s farmhouse for lunch. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. “We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.” Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two torn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him. “Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.”

Mark’s classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.” Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding album.” “I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary”. Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said without batting an eyelash. “I think we all saved our lists”.

That’s when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

by tck07

(The above sharing is only own feeling and experience, and not represented any organization.)

10月聚【马来风光&神所定的日子】

嘿，bukan main哦，真的会煮的哩！

Mari, mari, 特级马来椰浆饭，两块钱一碟，外面买不到哩！

嗱，诱人吧。手快有，手慢就没了。

这个碟子好像太小了，换个大的吧！

赶快加料，nanti habis。

怎么我们吃的跟他们大人的有点不一样呢？

我们能欢愉聚会是【神所定的日子】。也为德光兄庆祝生日。

7月聚会【现代男人和女人，谁需要更多关怀？】

你认为怎么样的关怀方式最能叫你感到窝心？

从圣经看男女之别

（创二7、18至23）

男人

1．一家之主；对重大决定、问题、困难，男人须主动承担责任。

2．先被造：行动者。

3．用尘土造成：较粗糙。

4．女人是他骨中之骨、肉中之肉；保护者角色，较外向。

5．管理者：以事业为主。

女人

1．助手：不爱单独作重要决定。

2．后被造：跟从者。

3．用男人肋骨造成：较细嫩。

4．受保护角色，较内向。

5．助手，以家庭为主。