2009-01-14
Meiko - Piano Song
Every little thing I do I do for you
With every little think I thought of you
And I try so hard not to notice
I try so hard not to care
I try so hard not to know that you're not here
But I'm countin' down the hours
And I'm countin' up the days
I try so hard not to show this side of me
Jealous of the way they walk, the way *they* talk
'Cause I don't think they know just what they got
I'm jealous of the way they look, the way they are
When I just want to be the way we were
And I try so hard not to notice
I try so hard not to care
I try so hard not to know that you're not here
But I'm countin' down the hours
And I'm countin' up the days
I try so hard not to show this side of me
this side of me
this side of me
this side of me
this side of me
this side of me
.... .... .. ..
2009-01-13
Living the Message Jan. 9
Gift of Words
The gift of words for communion. We need to learn the nature of communion. this requires the risk of revelation--letting a piece of my self be exposed, this mystery of who I am. If I stand here mute, you have no idea what is going on with me. You can look at me, measure me, weigh me, test me, but until I start to talk you don not know what is going on inside, who I really am. I f you listen ans I am telling the truth, something marvelous starts to take place -- a new event. Something comes into being that was not there before. God does this for us. We learn to do it because God does it. New things happen then. Salvation comes into being; love comes into being. Communion, Words used this way do not define as much as deepen mystery -- entering into the ambiguities, pushing past the safely known into the risky unknown. The Christian Eucharist uses words, the simplest of words, "this is my body, this is my blood," that plunge us into an act of revelation which staggers the imagination, which we never figure out, but we enter into. These words do not describe, the point, they reach, they embrace. Every time I go to the ill, the dying, the lonely, it becomes obvious after a few moment that the only words that matter are words of communion. What is distressing is to find out how infrequently thy are used. Sometimes we find we are the only ones who bother using words this way on these occasions. Not the least of trials of the sick, the lonely and the dying is the endless stream of cliches and platitudes to which they have to listen. Doctors enter their rooms to communication the diagnosis, family members to communicate their anxieties, friends to communicate the gossip of the day. Not all of them do this, of course and not always, but she sad reality is that there is not a great deal of communion that goes on in these places with these ill and lonely and dying people, on street corners, in offices, in work places, in schools. That makes it urgent that the Christian becomes a specialist in words of communion.
The right word at the right time
is like a custom-made piece of jewelry,
And a wise friend's timely reprimand
is like a gold ring slipped on your finger.
Proverbs 25:11012
The gift of words for communion. We need to learn the nature of communion. this requires the risk of revelation--letting a piece of my self be exposed, this mystery of who I am. If I stand here mute, you have no idea what is going on with me. You can look at me, measure me, weigh me, test me, but until I start to talk you don not know what is going on inside, who I really am. I f you listen ans I am telling the truth, something marvelous starts to take place -- a new event. Something comes into being that was not there before. God does this for us. We learn to do it because God does it. New things happen then. Salvation comes into being; love comes into being. Communion, Words used this way do not define as much as deepen mystery -- entering into the ambiguities, pushing past the safely known into the risky unknown. The Christian Eucharist uses words, the simplest of words, "this is my body, this is my blood," that plunge us into an act of revelation which staggers the imagination, which we never figure out, but we enter into. These words do not describe, the point, they reach, they embrace. Every time I go to the ill, the dying, the lonely, it becomes obvious after a few moment that the only words that matter are words of communion. What is distressing is to find out how infrequently thy are used. Sometimes we find we are the only ones who bother using words this way on these occasions. Not the least of trials of the sick, the lonely and the dying is the endless stream of cliches and platitudes to which they have to listen. Doctors enter their rooms to communication the diagnosis, family members to communicate their anxieties, friends to communicate the gossip of the day. Not all of them do this, of course and not always, but she sad reality is that there is not a great deal of communion that goes on in these places with these ill and lonely and dying people, on street corners, in offices, in work places, in schools. That makes it urgent that the Christian becomes a specialist in words of communion.
The right word at the right time
is like a custom-made piece of jewelry,
And a wise friend's timely reprimand
is like a gold ring slipped on your finger.
Proverbs 25:11012
2009-01-11
Fort Minor - Where'd You Go
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once and a while,
Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find that you have something to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
2009-01-10
Living the Message Jan. 8
Communication
There is an enormous communication industry in the world that is stamping out words like buttons. Words are transmit by television, radio, telegraph, satellite, cable, newspaper, magazine. But the words are not personal. Implicit in this enormous communication industry is an enormous lie: if we improve communications we will improve life. It has not happened and it will not happen. Often when we find out what a person "has to say," we like him or her less, not more. Better communication often worsens international relations. We know about each other as nations and religions than we ever have before in history, and we seem to like each other less. Counselors know that when spouses learn to communication more clearly, it leads to divorce as often as it does to reconciliation.
Stay clear of pious talk that is only talk. Words are not mere words, you know. If they're not backed by a godly life, they accumulate as poison in the soul.
2 Timothy 2:16-17
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I should read everyday; however, it never be too late to learn lessons. Be quiet.
There is an enormous communication industry in the world that is stamping out words like buttons. Words are transmit by television, radio, telegraph, satellite, cable, newspaper, magazine. But the words are not personal. Implicit in this enormous communication industry is an enormous lie: if we improve communications we will improve life. It has not happened and it will not happen. Often when we find out what a person "has to say," we like him or her less, not more. Better communication often worsens international relations. We know about each other as nations and religions than we ever have before in history, and we seem to like each other less. Counselors know that when spouses learn to communication more clearly, it leads to divorce as often as it does to reconciliation.
Stay clear of pious talk that is only talk. Words are not mere words, you know. If they're not backed by a godly life, they accumulate as poison in the soul.
2 Timothy 2:16-17
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I should read everyday; however, it never be too late to learn lessons. Be quiet.
2009-01-09
Prayers and Confession for Inner Healing
With team leader @ 9 Japanese time.
Please pray for me.
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Faith, Hope & Love
Please pray for me.
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Faith, Hope & Love
2009-01-08
Everything I Know - SANDII
See the bird upon the tree finally at home
Is the birdsong not so sweet cause it is alone?
“Little birdie” says the tree
“You’re not own your own”
Bird is you tree is me
That is only everything I know
See the boat upon the sea faraway it goes
Where it heads a mystery only sea will know
With each one for company love can only grow
Boat is you sea is me
That is only everything I know
I love you oh how I love you so
I love you that is only everything I know
See the flower and the bee how they seem so close
Understanding’s all the need
Love is al they show
Then the honey can be sweet and the flower grows
Flower’s you bee is me
That is only everything I know
I love you….Oh how I love you so
I love you….That is only everything I know
That is only everything I know
[是否真愛我]
一棵樹問一片土 你是否真愛我
或你只是貼著我 陪你度秋冬
我的枝與我的根 已植進你懷中
不問秋 不問冬
只想問你是否真愛我
一朵花問一隻蜂 你是否真愛我
或你只是吻著我 不擔我的愁
我的心與我的夢 都讓你帶走
不問心 不問夢
只想問你是否真愛我
一艘船問一面海 你是否真愛我
或你只是依著我 帶你天地遊
我的帆與我的槳 任你催著走
不問天 不問地
只想問你是否真愛我
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I know this song in Chinese version very well, grrr... it was a hit about 16 years ago...>.< I am so lucky to find the English version today and realize that the same feeling but expressed in different ways. In Chinese version, the title is "If you love me in truth?"; however, in English version, it asks no question but describe about the belief in their love. I love it! I like English version more. GOD IS LOVE!
2009-01-06
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