OK. today in propagenda...
the first props were manufactured today in QCMC 4th level.
The group of workers finally sat down to walk the talk.
however, due to poor attendance.
3 toadstools
2flowers
1 stalk
1 butterfly
1/2 tree.
Goodness...
all i know is. more input is required for a larger output.
eg. or inputs required.
raw materials (paint, brushes, hands)
people.
time.
if the input increases 100%
the output might well increase 200%
(really?)
well okay. be sure to tune in for more
propagenda by 温馨
next up is the toa payoh experience.
however, time is running short and a teenager desperately needs sleep.
i'll just talk about how i agree with aiping.
quote:
"Serving in church in the area of the performing arts is tricky business. Singing, playing and acting - all very showy. Sometimes I find myself sliding into the trap of doing so for personal glory rather than God's glory, for ppl's praises rather than God's approval. Sometimes I wish to draw attention to myself when it shouldn't be. The line is just so thin. If others see only us but not God's work on us, it is clear that we have fallen short of our goal."
well.
if its ever so tricky.
darn it applies to me
right now i just pray hard that im anti-self-seeking.
cauz today at toa payoh's friendy, quaint singing competition,
we witnessed some *cough* singing.
(sorry i dont mean it mean-ly)
well. basically. to put it in the best sense ever.
we saw people who had alot more courage then voice
(that is more of a good point, some have voice and no courage, it amounts to nothing. However those with courage still get to sing.^^)
well. at first i was getting all proud and stuff.
Though i didnt voice them, the awful criticisms were drifting in my head.
but.
i was jolted to sense.
i was wrong, im missing the point.
again God values the heart and not the voice.
cause'
"when the music fades, all is stripped away. And i simply come"
its just us, its not the music. ( i hope i didnt interpret wrongly)
then i thought and thought.
and it dawned on me, in a scary fashion....
if i performed and the audienced applauded... i would be left empty should it be that jesus's clap never sounded.
however, i could well imagine how those grannies received claps from jesus himself, even with a voice most humans dont regard or recognise.
what would i my answer be, should Jesus had been there tonight.
sitting in the row before me.
what would i say?
what would i say if he turns around, with a smile written over his face.
what would be my answer when he points to the "singer" infront and asks me.
"She's jolly good ain't she?"
could i say a yes, and mean it?
could my view of the performance be devoid of the sharps and flats?
can i appreciate people the way God does?
for today. im sad to be reminded that i cant.
Why?
because of my own pride in my voice, something that doesnt even belong to me.
such pride, easily and mindlessly obtained will keep us away from God.
It will hurt us, hurt them, hurt HIM.
think today, whether you sing or not.
because its not just singing that causes us to stumble.
push on.
till the storm ceases.
