<?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-4451982789672518200</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:41:19.892-07:00</updated><category term='begin'/><title type='text'>My story..</title><subtitle type='html'>Ruth has no others desire but to follow her King. After she has grasped the holiness and the love her King has for her, she was never the same again. All she want is her Father's will. Ruth will always be the dearest daughter to her King.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-4969296355429184640</id><published>2010-02-10T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:27:27.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation of a fulltime worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I praise God how His word is so clear and loud. The Bible is the word of God, He speaks to us through the bible, we do not need to search from others books. The bible is the book of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fulltime worker is never easy. Until now I would not denial but say that I still struggle sometimes. I would have many questions and insecurity and most of all I would struggled on how much I would actually risk to walk at the edge and how much I can trust God with my life. Sometimes it is a daily struggle. Maybe this is what God meant to die to self and carry His cross daily. Everyday, I need to fight against my own disbelief, doubts, insecurities, and struggles, that I may died to self so I can fully serve others more effectively. After writing this, I think these struggles are good hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's word is sweet. God took every opportunities to affirm me of my calling to serve Him fulltime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my "read the bible in one year" and I'm in the book of Exodus (You probably saying "Oh dear...") haha but this time I found Exodus as alive as ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Exodus 28:1-5 "The priestly Garment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I realized that God cares very much for His fulltime workers. He has so much favors upon them. In verse 2 God said the Moses, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Make sacred garments for your brother Aaron, to give him dignity and honor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants all His fulltime workers to have dignity and honor because we are representing Him. How sad it is that today we find fulltime workers involving in drinking, smoking, long hair (haha very controversy issue), tattoo and a worldly lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 3 "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell all the skilled men to whom I have given wisdom in such matters that they are to make garments for Aaron, for his consecration, so he may serve as priest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maybe you would ask, if I'm not a fulltime is that mean I can't participate in God's work. You are wrong. In verse 3 said that God has give you specific skills which may not be preaching or teaching or worship leading or not in fulltime. But He has given you specific gifts so as in verse 3, God want to involve you. You can help to make garment for Aaron :) You can participate by helping the priest in their daily provision so that God can lighten up these burden of the priest and so they can focus fully on God's work. You play a major role, without your provision and help the priest work may be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 4-5 (read yourself ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said in verse 5 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Have them use gold, and blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and fine linen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will give the best to His workers. He will not give them second best but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in fulltime, our salary is not much and we actually have lots of insecurity. We may be insecure that we won't able to get marry because we spend so much time in the ministry (me me me me) or we may be insecure because we find all our friends have big cars and big house or we may be insecure because we do not earn much money and you are wondering how can you provide for your children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry any more........ :)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is going to give you THE BEST resource to you. He will not give you money riches because that is never the best :P It is not the world best, but God give what best for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Him o partners in ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;-a fulltime worker :) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-4969296355429184640?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/4969296355429184640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=4969296355429184640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4969296355429184640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4969296355429184640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/02/revelation-of-fulltime-worker.html' title='Revelation of a fulltime worker'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7722629085385270389</id><published>2010-02-04T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:22:07.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Just came back from the burial service of Madam Tai Futt Ying. She is the grandmother of Tricia, one of the youths which I'm serving. At about 10:30AM this morning, we accompanied the body of Madam Tai all the way from her house to the burial place and watch until the last shaft of mud covered over the casket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It was a very emotional moment seeing the family member, one by one,  saying a "real" goodbye to their mother, grandmother and even great grandmother as they laid the flowers on her casket.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;One deepest pain about funeral is having the person no longer present in your world. You will not be able to see her or him even again. The deepest pain is missing that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Each person is important because everyone hold a special place in the heart of others around them. How ironic that the word "Good bye" uses so often in our daily routine.. but when it say it in a funeral.. it became so heavy, because it may be good bye for a long long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7722629085385270389?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7722629085385270389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7722629085385270389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7722629085385270389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7722629085385270389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-4519440537610085664</id><published>2010-01-31T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:24:11.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exodus 20:24-26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; love the Bible because it is living and it keep talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking back on my posts in this blog and I realized that how many times I have wrote negligently especially with my language. Gosh, I wish I will take blogging more seriously and that my God's name will be glorified and know through this blog. Oh Lord Jesus, may you grant me the wisdom and the gift of writing that in my blog, many would hear about Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my morning devotion, (I was still grasping through the Bible in one year) today, my reading is on Exodus 19-21. My heart stopped (literally )when I read Exodus 20:24-26 because God was speaking to me through these few verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Exo 20:24 - "Make an altar of earth for Me and sacrifice on it your burn offerings and fellowship offerings; your sheep, goats and cattle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of burnt offering (biblegateway.com): In Hebrew it means "ascending" where the whole being consumed by fire and as regarded that the whole being is ascended to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of fellowship offering (biblegateway.com): Another word for fellowship offering is "peace offering" or "thank offering". This indicate that he person who offer the offering already reconciled and make peace with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In explanation: This very verse in Exo 20:21 is urging us to come before the Lord in bringing burn offering and fellowship offering to Him, which in laymen term it mean bringing our lives which included our body, desires, hopes, sorrows and pain to "ascend" it all to God. (which also included out sins, as we confessed our sin it is ascend to God and in return we receive forgiveness). We are also to bring an fellowship offering to God, in laymen term it mean a relationship with God. We can go to God and have a relationship with Him because we have reconciliation through the blood of Jesus Christ, so now we are called into sonships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action: As a whole being offered all that I have included our goats, sheep, cattle (in today's word, it mean my possessions, house, desires, money, career, and etc) to God&lt;br /&gt;And also because of what Jesus has done I am now having a relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I surrender all that I have to God today? and Am I having a relationship with Him, bringing to Him our sins and to reconcile with Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exo 20:24 - {NIV) Wherever, I caused my name to be honored, I will come to you and bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NLT : "build my altar wherever I caused my name to be remembered, and I will come to you and bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Today, to build God's altar mean the place "where God appeared" and it many times build as an memorial that God appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;God's altar today is Christian. We are God's altar because our body is the temple of God now (1 Cor 6:19) and a lot of time our lives is as memorial of the presence of God in this world. Which is why it is so important for us in our action, and live to keep an good memorial of GOD, so other see our lives and would see God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The most lovely verse came after that when He say "I will come to you and bless you" - It is an guarantee, a seal covenant that God is blessing His altars (Christian, His children). Oh What a great comfort! What a great comfort. :) I'm opening my hand, to receive His blessing.... hey, you should try that too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Action:   Is my life show a good memorial of God or the other way? I, as the altar have the responsibility to Glorified God's in our action and lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wowowow... one verse already God says so much to me. I will learned from Him. Got to go now... will continue hopefully ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-4519440537610085664?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/4519440537610085664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=4519440537610085664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4519440537610085664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4519440537610085664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/01/exodus-2024-26.html' title='Exodus 20:24-26'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-4128332211640220255</id><published>2010-01-24T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:51:17.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How ironic that in this time of the world, the word "peace" is so seldom being pursuit or even being mentioned at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peace" is not the attraction to this generation; money, career, pleasure are the attraction for this generation. People can go through wicked ways or very selfish way to get what they want even though they need to forgo "peace". Someone, the attracting to the later is much more important to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how sad, because in the end we would know that we will get nothing back in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-4128332211640220255?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/4128332211640220255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=4128332211640220255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4128332211640220255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4128332211640220255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/01/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7609191214458916755</id><published>2010-01-22T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:55:23.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Where should I begin.... life indeed begin in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;When our mind is not healthy, our body will follow and our lives will then deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;But when our mind is happy, positive and healthy, our lives will be at the other climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7609191214458916755?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7609191214458916755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7609191214458916755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7609191214458916755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7609191214458916755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/01/23-jan.html' title='23 Jan'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-4105061701613474261</id><published>2010-01-21T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:56:26.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Again, I fell from my bike. This is not the first time.&lt;br /&gt;The more I fall the more painful it gets, it so painful that I begin to feel numb.&lt;br /&gt;I have no more tears to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would come to my heart and stay one night to understand the misery and pain that I'm going through. Yes, I have no illness disease, no losing of my family member, my country do not have the earthquake like in Haiti but my heart is grieving with so much pain of the experience of falling from the bike. It was one of the most challenging lesson of my life. And.. I'm still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Lord, "God, would you spare me?" I have enough, I would not want to ride a bike anymore. I could not understand why will I still fall from the bike even though I have did all the best that I can to prevent myself from falling and I was riding with all the protection and with great care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not again.." I was telling the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment, and just be quiet before Him because at this point I could not cry anymore. I begin to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a book from Elisabeth Elliot and here she quote from Paul "What do you possess that was not given you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given me everything and I need to acknowledge that all the event and things in my life was permitted by Him. It is not out of control that I fell again but it is in HIS control, so I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because all from God, all i need to offer it back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having given my all, I may specifically offer my time, my work, my prayers, my possessions, my praise, and --- yes --- my sufferings." -EE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then put out my both of my hand and lift it up toward heaven and say, "Lord, I offer this suffering to you. This suffering comes from You and I accept the lessons you want to teach me behind it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of the songs "Blessed be Your Name" where the lyrics sang&lt;br /&gt;"You gave and take away&lt;br /&gt;You gave and take away&lt;br /&gt;My heart will choose to say, Lord blessed be Your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power to offer up our suffering to God is a step to victory but it does not mean the pain will be gone in a zap. It will still be there... but the different will be, you able to walk through this thorny road with a HOPE. HOPE knowing that God is at the other side, opening His arms waiting to say, "Well done, my faithful daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the name of Christ be praise and glorified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-4105061701613474261?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/4105061701613474261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=4105061701613474261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4105061701613474261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4105061701613474261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-pain.html' title='My pain'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-5377986314890650770</id><published>2010-01-20T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:15:49.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia needs You - (Song by Passion, Breathe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59e4e602b033fec6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59e4e602b033fec6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8216E077C8ED11270F1BA640FC44FF949A90B294.4A17D767D95ACC90A26D1801908F8CE6B8D8C06E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59e4e602b033fec6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJaHG62zt3dOIVUj8lZnRyeIgOGg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59e4e602b033fec6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8216E077C8ED11270F1BA640FC44FF949A90B294.4A17D767D95ACC90A26D1801908F8CE6B8D8C06E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59e4e602b033fec6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJaHG62zt3dOIVUj8lZnRyeIgOGg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God has been gracious to me, His servant. Such an unworthy and undeserving Ruth, yet He still loves me and constantly reveals to me His riches treasure of His knowledge and understanding in the Bible. I could not have thank Him enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as it was said, "All things come of Thee, O Lord and of Thine own have we given Thee." Lord, we give you all things because all things have been given by You. This is our offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God, what is happening to our country and world. Lord, please let me know what is happening? The Lord answered me in my daily devotion as I do the Cover to Cover devotional guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading through the chapter in Exodus, the situation in Egypt is very similar to the situation in our world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Exodus 3:7 - The Lord said, "I have indeed seen the misery of my people in Egypt. I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers, and I am concerned about their suffering. So I have come down to rescue them from the hand of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land into a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world is groaning in pain and people are being oppressed by violent and wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Aceh, a students in Langsa, who experienced a return to violence, when she was allegedly raped by three sharia policemen. The strong reaction is not only related to the rape itself but the authority of the Sharia police. Another case, a students and a male friend were arrested, while the man was released while she was raped by the members of Wilayatul Hisbah " http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2010/01/21/letters-stop-violence-aceh.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Haiti is among the four most important countries for drug transit to the United States. Law and order in Haiti is deteriorated as a result. Kidnapping, death threats, murders, drug related shootouts, robberies are common in Haiti."  http://travel.state.gov/travel/cis_pa_tw/cis/cis_1134.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Exodus 8-11 : The plagues of Blood, Frogs, Gnats, Flies, Livestock, Boils, Hail, Locusts, Darkness and Firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is doing something to those who have wickedness in their nation. Those nation who do not fear God and defiled the name of the LORD. They will see plagues and what we are seeing here in Aceh, Haiti, Malaysia is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Aceh, December 2004 -  Almost 2% of the whole population in Aceh lost their lives during the Tsunami. 500,000 were left homeless and approximately 230,000 were killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Haiti 12 January 2010 : A catastrophic magnitude 7.0 M earthquake hit Haiti, it claimed 100,000 to 200,000 lives at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 10:3 said "How long will you refuse to humble yourself before me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-5377986314890650770?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/5377986314890650770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=5377986314890650770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5377986314890650770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5377986314890650770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/01/malaysia-needs-you-song-by-passion.html' title='Malaysia needs You - (Song by Passion, Breathe)'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7798386634234306410</id><published>2010-01-20T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:09:03.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I learned</title><content type='html'>Truly God is majesty. He is the author and the perfecter of our FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;He is a God who has PLANS for His children, PLANS to Prosper us, and not to Harm us, PLANS to give us HOPE and a FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the praises sings in Jeremiah 10:12 "But God made the earth by His power, he founded the world by His WISDOM and stretched out the heavens by his understanding."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7798386634234306410?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7798386634234306410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7798386634234306410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7798386634234306410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7798386634234306410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-i-learned.html' title='Lessons I learned'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-5255774187092113067</id><published>2010-01-20T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:25:56.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia needs You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/S1etHpA5c_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nrddsZuYk2U/s1600-h/38161601_9083054d4c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/S1etHpA5c_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nrddsZuYk2U/s320/38161601_9083054d4c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428998222598730738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Malaysia needs You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysia's flag had stand tall and the strong wind made the flag look like a peaceful wave. Today, I passed by Dataran Merdeka, where located the tallest poll that hang our dearest Malaysia's flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving pass the flag, the song of my MP3 was playing the song "Breathe". It was singing "I'm desperate for You, I'm lost without You." It was a moment for God and I. God revealed to me that Malaysia need Him, that I need Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time, His eyes will be upon Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;It is time, He has heard enough the cries of His people who were under oppression and injustice.&lt;br /&gt;It is time, He will come and bring judgment upon our land.&lt;br /&gt;It is time, He will bring Hope to our land, that our sins can be forgiven through Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart as fell from a tall building, Lord, I confessed my sins and the sins of our country. O Lord, we need You. Our country is desperate for You. O God, we are lost without You. Malaysia desperately need You, as I am speaking here Lord, even I desperately need You. O God, come O Lord. Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-5255774187092113067?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/5255774187092113067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=5255774187092113067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5255774187092113067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5255774187092113067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2010/01/malaysia-needs-you.html' title='Malaysia needs You'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/S1etHpA5c_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nrddsZuYk2U/s72-c/38161601_9083054d4c_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3436820559564170220</id><published>2009-11-12T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:55:15.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvvcTJJSZfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pMv5Bm7QWzc/s1600-h/love_quotes_comment_graphic_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvvcTJJSZfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pMv5Bm7QWzc/s320/love_quotes_comment_graphic_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403154399391540722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How ironic it is, when every single time I told myself that it's going to be a *new beginning*, it's actually not. This is the problem with most girls, we are just too optimistic and always hopeful. The statement "what if?" lives with us for the rest of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We want to break free from a wrong relationship, so we tell ourselves "ok ok ok, this is going be the last time I'm going to chat with him. /It will be the last time I'm going to hear his phone, /It will be the last time I'm going to see him...." "Today will be a new begining!!" However, after the sun came up the next day, we find ourselves fall back to the same trap again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is harder for a woman to get off from the train that is going the wrong direction compare to man  because we would like to wonders and wonders, what if the train would have a miracle and then go to the direction that we want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nonsense!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are wishing honey to come out from the rock. Well, I'm not saying that it is an insane request especially when God is involve in the picture. God can really make honey come out from the rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every hope with God is a possibility , every hope without GOD is just foolishness especially when we wait for cow to drop from heaven!! lol.. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have problem dealing with relationship. Well, just like every strong man have their weak point. Samson's weak point was on his hair. My weak point is dealing with relationship. Man, I'm a big loser in that, a F students for that subject, and I'm one of them that would resit for that same unit year after years until the North Pole stop giving snow. "When will I learn and graduate from this relationship class?" It is the question that I always wondered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People often curious when they know that I'm still single. As if they do not believe it. No good reason.. it just that they don't believe at my age I'm still single. However,  every kind hearted would try to comfort me by simply says, "Don't worry Ruth I can sense that God will give you one soon....!!" The word soon.. sound like soooooooooooooooooooooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It took me many years to truly understand why God did not provide me a life partner sooner than it should be. You see, Our Amazing Loving God will never be late :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The answer to why God still as me to wait is dan dan dan..... I'm just not ready. God is still equipping me and molding me to be the noble wife for him. Who is him? Superman.. (sorry la.. trying to make a joke ma.) Who is him? dan dan dan... only God knows (lol ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, I do not know who God has prepared for me but I am praying for him everyday for God's protection and God's teaching that he may be a godly man who loves God and have the heart for God's ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God may take awhile to equip me because it was my prayer that I will become a noble wife for him. It is a big prayer... so it's right to wait. Just like a saying "in every good thing it take time" hehehe SS pulak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok enough of my nonsense today... bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3436820559564170220?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3436820559564170220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3436820559564170220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3436820559564170220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3436820559564170220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-new-begining.html' title='It&apos;s a new begining'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvvcTJJSZfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pMv5Bm7QWzc/s72-c/love_quotes_comment_graphic_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-6188005959488612290</id><published>2009-11-09T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:20:06.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's world!</title><content type='html'>I am a sinner but I Praise God that in His grace I am saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not higher than anyone else or more holy than anyone else... basically, I'm someone who just love Jesus and following Jesus. I do not know everything, all I know is what written in the bible  would be the truth, and I would simply follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was listening to a few sermons from the preachers in the U.S. and I realized that most of their sermons are talking on false teaching, which has rapidly increased in that continent today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many churches has adopted their programs and teachings being culturally relevant but on the other hand they was guilty of watering-down the gospel. All they want is to play church and not saving souls for Jesus Christ. False teaching is indeed the greatest obstacle for Christian in their work to save soul for Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many false teachers came out with so many theories that sounded nice and correct in the ear of the hearer, and some even forcefully used the name of Jesus, and used the love of Jesus to enforce their ugly, despicable, wicked ways. Some of them would cleverly used the Word of God to rebuke you and they would make you feel guilty of not accepting their teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very good friend, who was serving in the ministry with me. Sadly. he has went astray and wicked in his way. He is no longer in the ministry. He became involve in homosexuality and start teaching others that Christian should accept homosexual and tattoo. The first time I heard him, I was convinced especially when he told me about the love of Jesus who will not despise sinner. However, later with God's wisdom and grace I soon realized that he was actually using the love I have Jesus to make me feel guilty of hating the sin of homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would revealed to me all those bible passages and stories that show of the love of Jesus to all kind of people esp sinners. He would told me that I should not be fundamental in my thinking and start to open myself to become more liberal because that is the only way I can save more soul for Jesus. I love my Lord Jesus Christ. I truly felt guilty when he said that and that I should not despise the sin of homosexual and should practice more love to sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wicked is a false teacher. How shameful are them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell him this. Yes, Jesus love everyone and most of all Jesus love sinners like you and I. Again, I do not claim that I am higher than you because both of us are sinners. But you are wicked by using my love for Jesus to make me feel guilty of hating sins and especially homosexuality. Don't talk to me about Jesus' love for people because you have not love when you teach the young people about things which are not biblical correct. Is this loving Jesus? Don't talk to me about Jesus' love when you encourage the youth to do tattoo? Is this loving Jesus? Don't talk to me about Jesus' love when you sexually violate a young boy. Is this loving Jesus? Don't talk to me about Jesus' love when you are doing the things which God hate? Is this loving Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do hate homosexual people because they have come out with all those theories that sounded nice and right but not biblical, yet they was only trying to make themselves feel better. I hate those who want to sin and then use bible to justify their wicked way and trying to stumble faithful Christian when they just trying to help. Shame on you! However, I am only speaking this as a man. But your Lord, Jesus Christ still loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my heart burden and crying out to the young generation in today's world that i do not know how more I should emphasis this that knowing the BIBLE is not just important but it is a NECESSITY if we want to survive to be biblical faithful in this wicked generation. We (even myself) need to start praying and soak in His word all the time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-6188005959488612290?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/6188005959488612290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=6188005959488612290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/6188005959488612290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/6188005959488612290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-world.html' title='Today&apos;s world!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-2543833137170815713</id><published>2009-11-06T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T04:45:51.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>It has been a long while that I update my blog... ermm I wonder how the regular bloggers maintain an updated account all the time because I realized one week I will be the most consistent blogger and the next moment I would just ....... (silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the first day my little blog clothed with this new dress (again thanks to Andy) so with much respect I should write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this in the office, almost everyone has left the office except Denice and Munteck who are having choir practice in second floor.. to drown the sound of silence, I'm blasting as loud as possible the Leeland album, which given by Matt... it rocks. Love the Leeland!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let see what happened today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was an interesting day. Sister Kim Chee brought me to meet Pastor David Goh who is humble and lovely pastor that have the gift for healing and ministering. It was a schedule for me to share my trouble with him so he can pray with me. Errrmm.. they mentioned sometime about "inner healing". This was actually my first approach of inner healing. Well, I'm baptist what do you expect ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok.. not as scary as I would have thought. I was imagining I would jump off and roll over the floor or something like that (please forgive me.. it's my lack of experience) But he simply led me though a powerful, impact, breakthrough kind of prayer. Healing in relationship with my family and friends. It was coooool... and NO I did not jump off from the chair or roll over the floor. I was on my best appropriate position.. on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm still coughing like nobody business.. I felt as if my lung would fall off anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my blog, I would try to update more... May the love of Jesus Christ wrap all over you and compels you. Jesus love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-2543833137170815713?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/2543833137170815713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=2543833137170815713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/2543833137170815713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/2543833137170815713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-2795328389053853415</id><published>2009-11-06T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:58:07.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo..new dress for my blog!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Andy bro.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-2795328389053853415?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/2795328389053853415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=2795328389053853415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/2795328389053853415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/2795328389053853415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/11/woohoonew-dress-for-my-blog.html' title='Woohoo..new dress for my blog!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-454759703799949354</id><published>2009-06-30T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:21:20.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mission trip in Philippines 09'</title><content type='html'>Mission Trip Philippine: 19 May – 25 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRELUDE&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have been a human being for almost 30 years (This coming 14 October will mark the exact 30 years in planet earth. Purposely mentioning my birthday to everyone... coming soon ahh!!), yet I have no idea what it mean to live. What is the exact value of being a human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we are teaching the new generation that studies and exams were their life, and as they grow up then work will become their life. Is that all the reason to be born into this world? Is life all about getting a good career or to get good grades? If that is the ‘value of life’ that we are teaching our children today then until their 30 years old (like me!!) he or she would still have no idea what life is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mission trip in Philippine, I see human’s life in a new light? Being a human is never about ourselves, but it is always about others. The world sucks and that is the truth. Poverty is happening, people are being killed, crimes are rising, people lost their loved ones, children are starving, woman are being abused, a father lost his job, a mother lost her unborn child; with all these pain and hurdle of life, if we are teaching the young generation that life is all about themselves and let’s not care about the matters of the neighbor then human being holds a very sad future. You and I will be living in a very sad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see life when a 2 years old boy (almost) who has not been eating for 2 days or more was being provided noodle for that evening. It was probably the first solid food he ever tasted since that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see life when the starving parents who also have not been eating any solid food for the week came to the feeding center after we left to eat the leftover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see life when a pastor and his wife sacrifice their life, their sleep, their dream and their saving to set up more feeding center so that more hungry children will be fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see life when a sad rough young boy smiled and laughed at the puppet show that was put up by sis Grace and myself. (That smiled melted my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see life when we kneeled in prayer with these children asking Jesus to save and help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE (19 May 2009) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven of us reached Diasdado Macapagal International Airport at about 10:30AM. Chuan was nearly quarantine in the airport because he had some cough and flu haha.. and the news few months back about the Abu Sayyaf kidnapped the Redcross workers in Philippine are still wondering in my head. I was both excited and thrill of the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were there, we were being greeted warmly by Pastor Tabadar and his wife, Brother Reuben and his wife Phoebe and also Pastor Titus and his wife. Even before we have the chance to breathe-in the air in Philippine, we were ferried to the first Feeding Center in Amsic, which lead by Pastor Felix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Felix explained to us the poor living condition of the villagers in Amsic, some of them even cook with kerosene because they are too poor to buy gas or charcoal. Pastor Felix expressed his concern for the teenagers especially those young ladies who grow up to work in pub or as prostitute. It is because this helps them to earn fast money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were traveling to Amsic we saw many pubs along the way and there were many young ladies who are working for the pubs. As such age, they should be given education and a bright future should have been awaiting them. Unfortunately, because of poverty they don’t stand a chance for both.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 9: 18 “But the needy will not always be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;        nor the hope of the afflicted ever perish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited AMG Skilled Hands Training Center in somewhere that I do not know where. It is a vocational school for teenagers, in giving them training for work. Some of them learn to fix electronic items and some are trained for construction works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge number of girls that are taking the electronic classes impressed me. Wohohoh Girls rules!! Can u imagine when the TV spoiled and the wife said ‘No worries hubby, I can fix it in a minute time! While the boys watched and be amazed FUYOHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was truly blessed by the friendliness of the girls in the training center. We had some good time chatting and we shared a common interest together, which is taking pictures!! I think girls all over the world would have this common interest; we just love to take picture. Pose, pose, and pose, Girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached Brother Reuben’s house it was almost 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO – (20 May 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brother Reuben was late in picking us up!!! Hehe =) It was ok... grace and I had more time to take more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fast food “Jolibee” for breakfast. I would think that Malaysian is a fan for rice but I realized people in Philippine are not just a fan but they are crazy for rice!! And man, they would eat rice for breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea time, supper and all the time!! Yup, so you can guess what we had for breakfast that day. RICE in a fast food outlet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are truly blessed to meet with the missionary Brother Bill Ossion and his wife. The wife was sharing her experiences and love for the people in Philippine with Sis Vivian, Grace and I. It was a blessed time to hear from her. Her heart is for the Muslim in the Philippine, she shared how much these people need Jesus but sadly the workers are few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 9:37 “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into the harvest field.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-454759703799949354?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/454759703799949354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=454759703799949354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/454759703799949354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/454759703799949354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-trip-in-philippines-09.html' title='mission trip in Philippines 09&apos;'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7286056326754951949</id><published>2009-06-30T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:34:32.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing grace... how sweet the sound</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was mediating in my Lord's teaching, I learned two important lessons. I'm afraid that I would forget this great lesson so I need to jot it down somewhere. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Troubles in life is not always BAD. As for a Christian, troubles in life is an open door for us to experience His grace and power. If we would just endure for another minute in our trouble to come to God in persistent prayer and to wait upon Him, we will then have the privilege to see God work through our troubles. I know how difficult it is to be shaken and to easily taking matter in our own hand when troubles come, but if we took the matter in our own hand we would had missed the privilege and blessing of seeing God solving our problem in His power and grace. As for a Christian, our trouble always end with HOPE IN CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I learned that once we became a Christ's follower, we are immediately given a task to fulfill. It is like when you became a doctor, you are to fulfill the task to save life and help the sick. When you became a soldier, you are to fulfill the task to protect your nation and the citizen. When you became a teacher, you are to fulfill the task to teach the student. When we became a Christian we are to fulfill the task to win souls for Jesus, that is our ultimate role, our ultimate calling not for a certain Christians, not just for the church leaders, but for everyone who trust and believe in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 4:5-6 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sadly many treated their Christian faith as a religion which to me religion fall into the same category as hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole illustration is if you are a doctor but not fulfilling our role to save people but instead you did not practice what you had learned in medic school but instead you did something else which less important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7286056326754951949?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7286056326754951949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7286056326754951949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7286056326754951949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7286056326754951949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazing-grace-how-sweet-sound.html' title='Amazing grace... how sweet the sound'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-8088891253549115097</id><published>2009-06-30T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:33:18.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start with a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SkrK3uTvIEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iZOvdQv-Y_A/s1600-h/Malaysia_city_of_kuala_lumpur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SkrK3uTvIEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iZOvdQv-Y_A/s320/Malaysia_city_of_kuala_lumpur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353314165755682882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was spending some time with the Lord this morning, the song book that I messily put on my messy table caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought maybe I can sing a song of worship to Jesus that morning.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see.. I seldom sing during my morning devotion because my husky-jst-wokeup-voice may just SCARED OFF Jesus. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I prayed that God would give me a song to sing for Him that morning.&lt;br /&gt;And I stopped at song 505. (key G) ..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesuslah Tuhan yang layak ditinggikan&lt;br /&gt;Layak disembah atas suku-suku bangsa&lt;br /&gt;Dengan darahMu Kau t'lah tebus bangsaKu&lt;br /&gt;Genapi Tuhan FirmanMu atast negeriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku rindu meliah kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku rindu melihat curahan kuasaMu&lt;br /&gt;Di tanah tercinta negara Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Ku berdoa Malaysia penuh kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia bagi kemuliaanMy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tune of this song was naturally sang out through my husky voice.. and I was praising God and claiming Malaysia for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not forget the vision that I got this morning.. Lord, I pray let it stay burdened in my heart until your will is done through me. Claiming Malaysia back to the Lord. Malaysia, a city of God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I do that? I do not know....&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the young people in Malaysia turn to Jesus and that we can receive redemption through Jesus Christ. All of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song 505 rocks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-8088891253549115097?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/8088891253549115097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=8088891253549115097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/8088891253549115097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/8088891253549115097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-with-song.html' title='start with a song'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SkrK3uTvIEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iZOvdQv-Y_A/s72-c/Malaysia_city_of_kuala_lumpur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-6016085161384395102</id><published>2009-06-30T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:31:18.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="story_comment"&gt;Must see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are prone to feel immune when we see a video like this. Somehow it is just difficult to feel compassion, as if our heart could not relate to it and as if our heart as hard as a rock. I tried but I realized I can't force to be compassionate or act our compassion.&lt;br /&gt;This heart of compassion can only comes from the heart of Jesus. He is compassionate. It can only comes from Him.. (I guess) - just sharing my little thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I want a heart like you... a heart full of compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thanks to by lovely lil brother (sai loh) who make me understand and helped me to see what being compassion is all about. thanks for the CD. I still have a long way to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2x22CkAEeA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2x22CkAEeA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-6016085161384395102?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/6016085161384395102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=6016085161384395102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/6016085161384395102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/6016085161384395102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/06/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3161580623765237486</id><published>2009-04-23T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:53:31.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is sucks!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Life is sucks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now, parents please don't throw stone to crucified me yet. I apologies for the offensive language but I'm proving a point  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase is so often used in our today's generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we faced a obstacle in life, we'll say; "Life sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;When a bird ter-shit on our head, we'll say; "Life sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;When we failed our exam, we'll says; "Life sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;When we are bored... I mean really very bored.., we'll says; "Life sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;When our laptop went "cacat", we'll says; "Life sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;When we can't afford to buy our favorite bag from ROXY, we'll says; "Life sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;Even when we study too much today, (come one everyone say with me...) "Life sucks!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People says it so often that it had very much became a "slang" where the meaning of it matter less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself are not better than anyone hahaha, yesterday night as I was in my casual conversation with God, grumbling with Him about something that I don't quite well remember now. I unconsciously uttered to him, "Life is sucks, Lord". Straight away I felt the Holy Spirit squeezing my heart, so I bow down to His Sovereignity asking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now now... telling the one that had given you life and that the life that He has given you is actually sucks. MMmmhh that is not a too clever thing to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena la aku kali ini..!! I heard the Father saying, "Do you have the right to say, "Life sucks" while I am the one that given you life each day. I was there to protect you each day and night that no one will lay a hand to you. I feed you and provide for you today, tomorow and every single day to come. I love and care for you and give the best to your life, even I had given my Son, Jesus for you, so you can live a life that are free and in joy," said God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, we really didn't have any right at all to say that "Life sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Jesus had did too much for us so that we can have life. It worth HIS own life. Life never sucks, when Jesus are the one that gave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you view life.... worth living for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3161580623765237486?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3161580623765237486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3161580623765237486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3161580623765237486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3161580623765237486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-sucks.html' title='&quot;Life is sucks!&quot;'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-4870985664748280370</id><published>2009-04-23T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:13:41.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruth, a thinker?! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am a thinker, not the intelligent thinker that goes around asking difficult questions and giving mind stressing, hair pulling kind of philosophy concepts to everyone that comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an inside thinker, I would silently questioning why things happen in such way and what can I learn from it. I learned better about myself, about the world I'm living in and about this God that I'm loving very much. Not every time I will get the answer, I realized how things work but much time I left helpless in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself are quite a thinker when it comes about matter that relate to God. He is the most important in my life. Almost all the time I'm a positive thinker but sometime I shunned even to some of the question that I would ponder about. "Is God treating us like a puppet?", "Would God let me be hurt so He can prove His point?", "Is God only care for His work and ministry, what about me and giving me rest?", "Is God mighty to save me.. really?", "If the power of prayer so powerful, why does Christian end up in a cruel persecution like the incident in India, didn't the Christian there prayed for protection too?", "How far would God go to save me.. Will He really do that? "What if I had sinned and fail Him, would He still protect me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proven that I too am weak and have little faith when I face giant's trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It is ok to question God just like I did, but we need to keep looking for the answer in His word. Some just like to question God but I like to know the answer to the questions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-4870985664748280370?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/4870985664748280370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=4870985664748280370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4870985664748280370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4870985664748280370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/04/ruth-thinker.html' title='Ruth, a thinker?! =)'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-8627694853679635538</id><published>2009-04-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:06:37.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia has hope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I was reading the news today in page 22 (the star) about "Abducted man escapes after cops stop car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that the police actually took the initiative to stop the car when there saw suspicious behavior of the occupants. If they did not, the Bangladeshi's man may be in danger. They actually save his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this is a small news but I'm actually very proud of our Polis Diraja, though all my life I heard many many negative remarks about the police on our country due to corruption but things are looking better, I can really see the police forces is rising up. I'm so proud of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always a spoil apple will spoiled the whole baskets of apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Se04H_1aQUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mTBCduNjO6k/s1600-h/polis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Se04H_1aQUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mTBCduNjO6k/s320/polis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326975644294857026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord Jesus, Thank you for loving our country. Thank you Jesus for loving our nation. Lord, I pray for our Polis Diraja, Lord may you help them to do their duty with integrity, may you protect them from all temptations. Lord Jesus, help them to be the protector our the public, to help and to protect the public. Lord Jesus, I pray may you raise up more good police who love the nation and people and who will do their job with intergrity and passion, for the sake of our country. May your name Jesus be blessed and glorified. In Jesus name, I pray Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-8627694853679635538?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/8627694853679635538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=8627694853679635538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/8627694853679635538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/8627694853679635538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/04/malaysia-has-hope.html' title='Malaysia has hope!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Se04H_1aQUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mTBCduNjO6k/s72-c/polis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7960356525163919020</id><published>2009-04-20T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:00:20.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a soccer's spectator!! plsss..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Sunday, it was Rev. Eddie's ordination. Congrats rev. Eddie tan!! Now be a good boy and don't hack my msn or FB's message anymore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful service because it was a privilege to hear three powerful and noble Rev. speaking at the same night, there were Rev. Dr. Isaac Yim, Rev Dr. John Ong and Rev. Ker Kiat Bin. Each of their message was bold, straight to the heart and very de powerful! I was truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I would like to bring to attention a note spoken by Rev. Ker that night. He was giving exhortation to encourage Rev. Eddie. He make an illustration of the soccer's spectator and the soccer's player to make a point that the spectators are always in more number than the players on the field, and in addition the spectators make the most comment while watching others sweat and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Se0opFw3mzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TfajYIAozy0/s1600-h/Angry_England_fans__392762a_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Se0opFw3mzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TfajYIAozy0/s320/Angry_England_fans__392762a_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326958620636060466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A spectator will be sitting comfortably on the sofa in their own house and screaming, "Aiyooo how can you kick like this?", "Look at the way he run, he must have taken bribe!", "Aiyooo, how come so easy also cannot goal, if I play I would have goal 100 times already!" and etc......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will give all negative comments and judge any small little mistakes that they could found on the players. They would want to make 100 changes but never do they want to implement it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very common ground that all leaders would face including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own encounter with these spectators:&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to be a leaders; it is harder when you have a bunch of soccer's spectators on your back trying to teach you how to run, and how to kick a ball, while you have been kicking it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always a very painful experience for the leaders when hurtful remark has made to their wholehearted service to the Lord. However, not the entire comments from the spectator is bad, those who commented and then with love and prayers really want the good for the team, then it is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone make an easy-way-out comments to someone's work for the Lord, it will discouraged the leader. "Leadership landmine - Discouragement was the biggest killer of leadership!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you friends, I know how easy we would fall into the category of soccer's specatators, I'm guilty of it too. But when there is no love, no prayers in our heart then let us keep the comments to ourselve, because your remark may be the cause of a leader to quit it ministry. It's important that we as a body of Christ support one another in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 9: 35 -37&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagagues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harrashed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, THE HARVEST IS PLENTIFUL BUT THE WORKERS ARE FEW. ASK THE LORD OF HARVEST, THEREFORE TO SEND OUT WORKERS INTO HIS HARVEST FIELD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is stirring for the people and for the ministry, don't just stop at making comment to the leaders, but join them in the field to win this battle for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name alone deserved all our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;His name alone deserved all our pains,&lt;br /&gt;His name alone deserved all our lives.&lt;br /&gt;May you be a player not a spectator. For His GLory sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 20:28&lt;br /&gt;"Just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve and to give his life as a ransom for many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, follow me;" Jesus said. (Matthew 4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7960356525163919020?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7960356525163919020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7960356525163919020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7960356525163919020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7960356525163919020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-be-soccers-spectator-plsss.html' title='Don&apos;t be a soccer&apos;s spectator!! plsss..!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Se0opFw3mzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TfajYIAozy0/s72-c/Angry_England_fans__392762a_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-1059790265146002035</id><published>2009-04-08T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:14:56.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation to the kind policemen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a wonderful morning! It is His grace that had put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;In this wonderful morning, I would want to remember that Jesus is the source of my strenght and the source of my HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a grace of God, that my family and I are safe in His mighty hand yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At about 8PM my dad, mom and I were on the way to my aunt's house in Old Klang Road. My aunt's mother in law just passed away on Wednesday morning and we were on the way to the funeral that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, being overwhelmed by this sad news, I fall sick that afternoon and was down with fever. It was amazing what 2 Panadols and a soundless sleep can do. I was all well in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let me continue, my mom was driving us to aunt's place with her new car that we just got last month. It was drizzling and the road was wet, so my mom did not have a chance to speed (thank God for that). As she pressed the gas because it was going up hill, out of sudden our car swung to the right and hit hard on the divider. It was out of control and the impact was very strong until I felt that our car are near to overturn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was calling out to my mom and thank God she pressed the break all the way and we able to have control of the car again. To be honest it happened so quickly that at the moment you just feel a flash of light passes you (well, that probably the headlight of the coming car that was on our left hehe) and I didn't have time to pray or go through the ACTS where I pray by giving adoration to God first and then confess my sins and etc.. it was so fast. At that time, all I can do is surrendering it to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful thing to be a Christian, that at moment when we face near death, when we don't even have time to utter a prayer, we know that we can surrender to this Loving God who cares for us. So yes, at that very moment I was surrendering to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... the good part is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we parked at the side of the road, after all the 'fast and furious' stunt. We kind of release that no one was hurt. I was thanking Jesus for His protection because I believe worst can happen we may go out of control and hit another car or go over the bridge. God was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for all my leaders and friends who have been praying for me daily. Thru their prayers the Lord has protected me and His grace was upon my family and I. All glory and praises to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok here is the best part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes after we parked at the side, my dad and me pretending to fix the burst tyre, where i believe that my dad has no idea how to change a tyre before haha neither than I. It was such a dangerous spot because others car are driving very close to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police car pull over in front of us and here came the most nice and kind and gentle and lovely policemen. Trust me the moment he came out of the car it reminded me of "Fox Mulder" (from X-files) who always there to protect princess "Scully". haha ok I'm getting into fantasy now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to the reality.. I mean the story. He came out of the car with another older policemen who keep talking and talking all the time but not doing anything. So, FBI agent Fox Mulder asked my mom to open the trunk to get the spare tyre. Without saying anything he took the tools and the tyre and start changing the tyre for us. So man laaaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup ruth and her family were saved and was brought to safety by FBI Agent Fox Mulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Sd1YGAqcMzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/l8QMvtcIFdw/s1600-h/fox-mulder-and-dana-scully.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Sd1YGAqcMzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/l8QMvtcIFdw/s320/fox-mulder-and-dana-scully.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322507194902262578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw his name is "Chiong". (My mom peep on his badge) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My parent and I thank you for helping us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's was gracious.. somehow last night I was sleeping being very secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one and may be the only nicest policemen I ever met so far. May the Lord raise more good and kind policemen in our country. In Jesus name Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-1059790265146002035?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/1059790265146002035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=1059790265146002035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/1059790265146002035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/1059790265146002035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/04/appreciation-to-kind-policemen.html' title='Appreciation to the kind policemen.'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/Sd1YGAqcMzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/l8QMvtcIFdw/s72-c/fox-mulder-and-dana-scully.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3268517405903128911</id><published>2009-04-03T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:00:45.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SdW81KsVJFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1MNRd_rYDLM/s1600-h/DSC_7698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SdW5Sgao0YI/AAAAAAAAANk/YVQ_QBZkjYs/s320/14032009016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320362262398554498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3268517405903128911?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3268517405903128911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3268517405903128911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3268517405903128911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3268517405903128911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-rock.html' title='pictures ROCK'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SdW81KsVJFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1MNRd_rYDLM/s72-c/DSC_7698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-5646880168246552243</id><published>2009-04-02T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:09:34.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentuh Hatiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4e74b5a8a46088a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4e74b5a8a46088a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7073318B8B9C5504F1FAEF2E39A6B30189363A37.6E1C02D7EE33057C3408BF16C24431F14599DEE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4e74b5a8a46088a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm5a0bwwHX0mGDIBGvyG9tJOAWDw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4e74b5a8a46088a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7073318B8B9C5504F1FAEF2E39A6B30189363A37.6E1C02D7EE33057C3408BF16C24431F14599DEE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4e74b5a8a46088a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm5a0bwwHX0mGDIBGvyG9tJOAWDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Wow.. at last I able to upload this video phew. Took forever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When I heard of this song, it reminded me of the unconditional LOVE of a father to its children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had post this up in my facebook, you ca check out the lyric in the facebook link&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://www.facebook.com/feeds/share_posts.php?id=693403687&amp;amp;viewer=693403687&amp;amp;key=5260d3832f&amp;amp;format=rss20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends commented that only Christian has the privilege to call our God, Father which is why in Christianity its always more than a religion: It is a RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The love that the Father (God) has for us, is ever more than anything we can imagine. I pray may my God reveal His love for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;May you too, have the privilege like me and my friends to have a relationship with this loving God whom we call Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Kasih Nya tak pernah berhenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-5646880168246552243?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e4e74b5a8a46088a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/5646880168246552243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=5646880168246552243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5646880168246552243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5646880168246552243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='Sentuh Hatiku'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-2827363152690261928</id><published>2009-03-31T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:12:52.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music influence people to take drug?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just realised that above the article about the schoolgirl with ketamine was the news about "Night fever at the council-  Techno music played at meeting to plug for more disco licences..." where MPK enforcement, business and health department director Zulkifli Majid, proposing tge increase in disco licences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish Rubbish Rubbish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they see what will happened if more license to be given out? It will only encourage more young people to hang around places in pub and disco, where more drugs, more AIDS, more crime, bringing destruction to our country. Oh I see, i bet he was thinking that techno music can make youths a healthier person!! (rolling eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we would admit it or not? that techno music will have influence upon us, our thoughts, our behaviors, our values!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ARTICLE: RECREATION DRUG USE AND RISK ESTIMATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BY: Johanne Korsdal Sørensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Techno events sometimes take place at legal music venues, such as discotheques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and other licensed premises, but they may also take the form of illegal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;underground parties at unlicensed locations such as abandoned factory buildings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Some of these events are large-scale parties involving up to one thousand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;participants; others are smaller private gatherings. During my research I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;participated in both kinds of events. So-called “after-parties” are either relaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;intermezzos between two parties, or represent the termination of a techno party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;On these occasions “blunting” drugs (cannabis, benzodiazepines and others) are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;often taken in order to counteract the intoxicating effect of the “uppers” taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;during the main event&lt;/span&gt;.3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In other words, recreational drug users tend to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;“uppers” to speed up the tempo and stay awake during the techno events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;themselves, but finish off the party by taking tranquillisers and blunting drugs in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;order to calm down and get back to the ordinary rhythm of day and night. These&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;phenomena appear to be characteristic of techno culture globally (Carrington &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wilson 2002, 85).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The international diffusion of these various techno genres has been accompanied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;by a similar exchange and development of dancing techniques and ways of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;partying, including the use of drugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Thus techno fans globally are now well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;informed about the particular use of drugs in relation to techno music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;informants told me about travelling to the “Ministry of Sound” in England, to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;“Love Parade” in Germany, and to locations in Ibiza, Goa and elsewhere to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;participate in major techno events. They and others like them are among the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;couriers who have brought techno and a new kind of recreational drug use to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Denmark, and in turn spread knowledge of the scene in Denmark to other venues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;elsewhere in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Noted that this articles was 16 pages long and I was only quoted two paragraph, please read through the whole context and find more information about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;http://www.nad.fi/pdf/46/6%20Korsdal%20Sorensen.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Personally, in my own view. Techno music does influenced young people to do drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr Zulkilfi, please be wise in your decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-2827363152690261928?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/2827363152690261928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=2827363152690261928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/2827363152690261928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/2827363152690261928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-influence-people-to-take-drug.html' title='Music influence people to take drug?'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7742709962224614884</id><published>2009-03-31T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:34:50.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School girl caught with ketamine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today I read another very sad news on the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A 15 year old schoolgirl (Form 2) and four boys aged between 15 and 17 were remanded for four days on suspicion of possessing 9.4gm of ketamine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to this world?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going above just "being sad", by these two news alone I realized that drug are one of the major problem for youths nowaday, especially for colleges students. I'm fearful for my youths who are in colleges now. May the Lord watch over them and delivered them from all temptation. God please protect them from drug!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the major problem that this generation of youths is facing, DRUG! I better learn more about it (haha aiyo i don't mean tasting drug myself laa) and I better get to know more organization that can help educate youths to "SAY NO TO DRUG" so I can work together with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any idea any organization that I can go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7742709962224614884?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7742709962224614884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7742709962224614884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7742709962224614884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7742709962224614884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-girl-caught-with-ketamine.html' title='School girl caught with ketamine'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3513343409146674910</id><published>2009-03-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:06:28.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops Uncover drug den.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SdF1NVpoPWI/AAAAAAAAANc/8pTd27m7ZF0/s1600-h/NoToDrugs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SdF1NVpoPWI/AAAAAAAAANc/8pTd27m7ZF0/s320/NoToDrugs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319161506911763810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 id="story_date"&gt;Monday March 30, 2009&lt;/h3&gt;           &lt;h1 id="story_title"&gt;Cops uncover drug den&lt;/h1&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DUNGUN: Police, acting on a tip-off about a “dangerous kidnapper” at a house in Taman Mutiara, found 12 youths high on drugs instead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The 20-year-old alleged kidnapper was among those arrested in the raid yesterday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Others included nine college students. Police believe they have a new lead on the operations of a pusher supplying drugs to college students.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OCPD Supt Dahlan Mohd Noor said the raid was conducted after police received information that a kidnapper was living in the house.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He said the nine students were pursuing their diploma in mechanical engineering at a nearby institute.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“We never expected to catch the students. Recently, we embarked on a campaign to remind students not to take drugs but it seems to have been unsuccessful,” he added.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12 YOUTHS HIGH ON DRUGS!!!! This news troubled my heart so much. Nine out of 12 are college students. What are the teacher doing in colleges? It make me ponder a bit what has becoming with our education nowaday? What about caring for the youths? What about seeing and followup what happening to their students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgive me for falling into the hand of "pointing finger" to others but I tend to ponder that if our education would be better, the youths that we are nurturing would choose better choices in life. Why does our education only stop at academic? It should go beyond academic! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt so burden for these group of youths who never knew what a beauty in life that awaiting for them ? Instead of wasting away their life, I hope they can see that God want them to live and have life to the abundant!! God loves them and they too deserved to live a good life. But to have a good life, we need to start making right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3513343409146674910?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3513343409146674910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3513343409146674910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3513343409146674910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3513343409146674910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/03/cops-uncover-drug-den.html' title='Cops Uncover drug den.'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SdF1NVpoPWI/AAAAAAAAANc/8pTd27m7ZF0/s72-c/NoToDrugs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7428352819255744564</id><published>2009-02-11T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:45:18.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengampuni - jason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This song brought light to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the frustrations, silence hurts, discrimination, wrong accusations, false testimonies toward me has brought me to a time of darkness, where I could not see others through God's compassion and grace. Most of all, I lost patience and lost the love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been loving this song the first time I heard it. I love the melody but did not spend much time in learning what is the song all about until just now. I search the lyric on the net and all the words sink in like a coming big wave that came and took all my hurts and unforgiving spirit away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is compassionate, forgiving and gracious Lord. This is my God and it is for me to follow His ways. Oh.. God break my heart for what break Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out this song, it is not in Youtube, but you can get the MP3 from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mengampuni - Jason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D         F#m           Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; KETIKA HATIKU TLAH DISAKITI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     G          F#m  Em      A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; AJARKU MEMBERI HATI MENGAMPUNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     D       F#m         Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; KETIKA HIDUPKU TLAH DIHAKIMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   G       F#m  Em          A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; AJARKU MEMBERI HATI MENGASIHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;REFF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  G   A       F#m      Bm         Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; AMPUNI BILA KAMI TAK MAMPU MENGAMPUNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;         A       Am     D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; YANG BERSALAH KEPADA KAMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; G   A         F#m      Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; SEPERTI HATI YESUS MENGAMPUNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Em     A         D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; MENGASIHI TIADA PAMRIH   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7428352819255744564?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7428352819255744564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7428352819255744564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7428352819255744564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7428352819255744564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/02/mengampuni-jason.html' title='Mengampuni - jason'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-6429049169849627189</id><published>2009-02-09T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:51:14.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SZEHTGLQ_YI/AAAAAAAAANE/2SKPgbpSDGU/s1600-h/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SZEHTGLQ_YI/AAAAAAAAANE/2SKPgbpSDGU/s320/main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301026261048556930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-6429049169849627189?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/6429049169849627189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=6429049169849627189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/6429049169849627189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/6429049169849627189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SZEHTGLQ_YI/AAAAAAAAANE/2SKPgbpSDGU/s72-c/main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3551510270184327129</id><published>2009-02-09T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:37:35.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not retaliate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God never fails speaking to me directly through through His word alone. Having my daily devotion, to me is the most important thing. It is where the Lord spoke like a clear thunder. His word are always comforting and assuring in helping me through all circumstances in life, whether it is bad or good. God's word is living and real, it is applicable everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning before I came to His word I was praying with such burden and troublesome heart. I shunned before my enemies, I felt so weak and I do not know what I can do? As we called to be minister for God, we are to be prepare that our enemies from every side will come to us like a roaring lion trying to grab our helpless sheep away. It was such a sadness for me that I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I decided to rise up and be angry with all my enemies, trying to scold them with my best strength, telling them that there are influencing the youths in a bad way. It was example of my fleshly respond, I want justice now. I want God to make them pay for their wrong doing. Forgive my offensive remarks but it takes a minister to understand the sadness that I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran to His word and the Lord gave me Matt 5:38 - 42. The Lord led me to see my enemies through His eyes of grace. It helped me to see this whole situation in His way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5: 38 - 41, "You have heard that it was said, 'Eye for eye and tooth for tooth.' But I tell you. Do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned two great lessons today which help me to settle my troubling heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I learned about true grace. Our natural reaction when we were hit by ours opponent is to defend, to stand up and repay them an eye for an eye ( haha.. don't worry on one lost any eyes in the process of writing this blog =) I bet Jesus will choose not to retaliate and would turn the other cheek. Even though in the eyes of people we may appear weak by not retaliate, but by knowing the true grace in the Lord and refuse to retaliate, we are overcoming evil with good. Jesus say we are to love our enemies. By seeing His grace to me, I can only love my enemies with this same grace He would show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I almost forgot that being in partnership with God to do this ministry; I got to remember that He still reign over all. I need to have true faith in believing that at this moment where the evil reign, the sheep gone astray, I am to believe that God is not blind nor will He be deaf to my prayer and cry. The sheep is His and He shall call them back and then the evil ones will be under His judgment. My duty is not to be God, but to do the task that the Lord has for me faithfully and with both true grace and true faith in Him. "If someone forces me to go one mile, I will go two miles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray that my heart will filled with Your grace and love, so that I can love my enemies, just like my Master does. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3551510270184327129?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3551510270184327129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3551510270184327129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3551510270184327129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3551510270184327129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/02/repay-evil-with-good.html' title='Not retaliate!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-416067641950913747</id><published>2009-01-30T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:02:25.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all for Christ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I being treated unfairly? Yes, I am&lt;br /&gt;Am I being criticize? Yes, every single day&lt;br /&gt;Am I crying so painfully for the youths? Yes, only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;Am I working hard trying very hard? Yes, I am&lt;br /&gt;Am I being snare off? Yes, even by the person whom I put much effort in.&lt;br /&gt;Am I being wrongfully accused? Yes, I am&lt;br /&gt;Am I being outcast for pleasing the Lord? Yes, I am&lt;br /&gt;Do I enjoy what I am doing? I can't deny that I am a bit doubtful now.&lt;br /&gt;But will I continue doing it, teaching my youth? loving my youths, surrender my all for the youths? Yes I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Jesus.. Jesus loves them very much, so do I (even though sometime it hurt badly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-416067641950913747?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/416067641950913747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=416067641950913747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/416067641950913747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/416067641950913747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-all-for-christ.html' title='It&apos;s all for Christ!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3865662631423227245</id><published>2009-01-22T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:32:49.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone hear her -  casting crowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This MTV is the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not express my emotions when I first watch this MTV, my hair just stand up.. ok i may have exaggerate hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a very cool music video, full of meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting crowns is a Christian band who have won in Grammy and Dove Award. Their music considered as soft rock. This band was created in 1999 by a youth pastor. Wohohoh Youth pastor ROCKS!! Well, guys watch out, a youth pastor in Malaysia may be coming with a band soon muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes aside, the lyric of this song is serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These scenes are just too familiar to churches in today's generation, where Christians walking pass those who are hurting and needs God without noticing them. It was a wonderful MTV again and I just love it. Every time when I watch this video, I'll pray that I will not do the same to these people whom God loves very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;LYRIC:&lt;br /&gt;She is running&lt;br /&gt;A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;She is trying&lt;br /&gt;But the canyon's ever widening&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of her cold heart&lt;br /&gt;So she sets out on another misadventure just to find&lt;br /&gt;She's another two years older&lt;br /&gt;And she's three more steps behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;Lord does anybody even know she's going down today?&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of our steeple&lt;br /&gt;With all the lost and lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is yearning&lt;br /&gt;For shelter and affection&lt;br /&gt;That she never found at home&lt;br /&gt;She is searching&lt;br /&gt;For a hero to ride in&lt;br /&gt;To ride in and save the day&lt;br /&gt;And in walks her prince charming&lt;br /&gt;And he knows just what to say&lt;br /&gt;Momentary lapse of reason&lt;br /&gt;And she gives herself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If judgement looms under every steeple&lt;br /&gt;If lofty glances from lofty people&lt;br /&gt;Can't see past her scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And we never even met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If judgement looms under every steeple&lt;br /&gt;If lofty glances from lofty people&lt;br /&gt;Can't see past her scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And we never even met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDv4vrVeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NR_6ASUqMBU/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292085527102313954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                              Henry made me laughed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDvqQ7zGI/AAAAAAAAALw/RjGlnCRNp-I/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDvqQ7zGI/AAAAAAAAALw/RjGlnCRNp-I/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292085523215273058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Singapore's gangster headed by tai ko Ashley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDvZbWwtI/AAAAAAAAALo/7LnIk0P72r8/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDvZbWwtI/AAAAAAAAALo/7LnIk0P72r8/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292085518695580370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pengemis di Sinpapore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDvAij8kI/AAAAAAAAALg/PZKuCa7d5Mw/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDvAij8kI/AAAAAAAAALg/PZKuCa7d5Mw/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292085512014918210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pengemis and the beauty.. (kidding brother ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDu6jb5SI/AAAAAAAAALY/T18LgRCMjVs/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDu6jb5SI/AAAAAAAAALY/T18LgRCMjVs/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292085510407972130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;very nature.. nice pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7543078783205058365?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7543078783205058365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7543078783205058365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7543078783205058365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7543078783205058365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/01/undignified-singapore-2009_16.html' title='Undignified Singapore 2009'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFDv4vrVeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NR_6ASUqMBU/s72-c/IMG_0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-1411956344354718513</id><published>2009-01-16T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:28:57.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undignified Singapore 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAFXW4tRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2sSQ5jcWd8k/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAFXW4tRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2sSQ5jcWd8k/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292081498050573586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      Ruth going super undignified.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAFPZk5BI/AAAAAAAAALI/VT4QReArhU4/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAFPZk5BI/AAAAAAAAALI/VT4QReArhU4/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292081495914374162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Poser konon...... a nice hangout place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAEaczqLI/AAAAAAAAALA/I3VXsStcEgc/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAEaczqLI/AAAAAAAAALA/I3VXsStcEgc/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292081481700845746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Our prof photographer................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAEDoKnnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1zpRQ6ZCdF4/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAEDoKnnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1zpRQ6ZCdF4/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292081475574472306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Model cum photographer.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAD8xJPwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d08Nq0wHFa8/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAD8xJPwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d08Nq0wHFa8/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292081473733082882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whose hand is this..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-1411956344354718513?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/1411956344354718513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=1411956344354718513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/1411956344354718513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/1411956344354718513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/01/undignified-singapore-2009.html' title='Undignified Singapore 2009'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SXFAFXW4tRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2sSQ5jcWd8k/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7045851432584321817</id><published>2009-01-14T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:11:29.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Woe to me" I cried. "I am ruined".     Isaiah 6:5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My greatest fear when I serve God as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; leader of the church is that I may fall and become a Pharisee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Pharisees and religious teachers that mentioned in the Bible, well most obvious reason is because they crucified Jesus. MMh... And as I went for the study of Matthew last year in BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) I found more reasons NOT to become like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) What Jesus says of them, "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath? Produce fruit in keeping with repentance." Matthew 3:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) "The Pharisees and Sadducees came to Jesus and tested him.... " Matthew 16:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) "Then some of the Pharisees and teachers of the law said to him, "teacher, we want to see a miraculous sign from you?" Matthew 12:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(4) "Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the kingdom of heaven in men's faces." Matthew 23:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Lastly.... "As soon as the chief priests and their officials saw Jesus, they shouted, "Crucify! Crucify!" John 19:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person no greater than Pharisee, sometime I was as worst as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being a leader and a teacher, many time unconsciously, I feel into the trap of being self-righteous, and I have hurt many of my youths and friends whom I dearly love. I found that it is very easy for us to fall into an attitude that say "I'm more holy than you.." Even though it is my duty to reconcile youths who had drawn far from God, to preach the message of repentance, but a cynical remark and a harsh rebuke is not it!! There is something that I missed while doing these,....I missed grace and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love-filled heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not know what to do, Lord?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few weeks ago, pastor was preaching on Isaiah 6:1-9 in the Sunday Service. Believe it or not? God spoke to me through this passage and there were few incidents when I was in bookstore browsing through some books and I came about this same passage. IT WAS AMAZING, happened twice!! Well Pastor, need to preach it again in the staff morning devotion, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;these double doze from pastor who will forget the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says in Isaiah 6:5 - Woe to me, I cried. I am ruined! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe to me Lord, I am ruined. - Ruthie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that I will teach like Jesus not the Pharisees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SW66JmrbWpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UAvhYL1l-KI/s1600-h/182773154_e9b1d05132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SW66JmrbWpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UAvhYL1l-KI/s320/182773154_e9b1d05132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291371286371195538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7045851432584321817?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7045851432584321817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7045851432584321817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7045851432584321817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7045851432584321817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2009/01/woe-to-me-i-cried-i-am-ruined-isaiah-65.html' title='&quot;Woe to me&quot; I cried. &quot;I am ruined&quot;.     Isaiah 6:5'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SW66JmrbWpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UAvhYL1l-KI/s72-c/182773154_e9b1d05132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-4764086940788337231</id><published>2008-09-14T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:28:42.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahh.. help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was trying to do a new skin for my blog but it won't work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i truly like to apologies to my blog reader for a boring blog design muahaha, well even I'm sick with the layout.. like nenek punya blog saja haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be patience until I get some help with my new design... tunggu.....!! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-4764086940788337231?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/4764086940788337231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=4764086940788337231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4764086940788337231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4764086940788337231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-blog.html' title='Bad blog'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-9027138275544428351</id><published>2008-09-14T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:21:21.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was touched by an angel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning as I was going online, I received an email from one of my youth leaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Without any expectation, I opened the email, I was touch to find out that he has email me some of the materials and resources which he has found online to help me with my teaching for evangelism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was really touched by his efforts and I was truly blessed by those resources. I want to say thank you! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have so much joy since I became you guys YD. I was truly blessed by each one of you especially by the six beautiful, most precious "pushers" (the monkeys, I mean the youth leaders).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The grace and hospitality that you all have shown me and had put through with me, were more than kind. Thank you for believing in me guys and thank you for having faith in God that He will do great things in ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, I had learned greatly from Hudson Taylor, that actually it is POSSIBLE to live a wholly surrendered life to God. It is possible, even in this world now a day where holiness has faded and humans' priority to live for oneself is becoming the first thing in the life of everyone. The "MY" society, the "MY" world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just like Hudson Taylor, I would like to devote my life wholly to serve God, to be use by Him, for His glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I may not know when will I fall, when will my heart turn from God, when will this desire to do His will be taken away from me. I don't know when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which is why everyday I got to come to Him on my knees in faithful prayer, that I may not turn the other way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Receiving the position as YD in KLBC was one of my most satisfying moment in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be honest, its so much better than being married. Haha I know some of you won't believe it because you all would known how much last time I wish to get married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously, having married you are only loved by one man, well now being a YD, I'm loved by many, well even its not many, but I know at least the 6 monkeys whom I dearly love, do. (Hopefully..wink haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had learned a truth from BSF... COME FOR BSF..!! EVERY MONDAY 7:30PM IN KLBC. It said that "Having the will of God for you life, are life most satisfying experience." Amen, that is very true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not being content, even though being the YD its life most satisfying experience, so much more I do need prayer from everyone that I would continue to be humble and teachable and may I will follow His way and not my own. So much more I need prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish I could express my love for each one of you as good as how Paul would exhort his fellow workers.. lol but my expression and ENglishies not so good... bacically its beyond word haha. Love you guys very much. May you all come to know God more and love Him more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God be the center of our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-9027138275544428351?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/9027138275544428351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=9027138275544428351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/9027138275544428351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/9027138275544428351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-touched-by-angel.html' title='I was touched by an angel.'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-51717172508441648</id><published>2008-09-12T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:10:39.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We fall down - Chris Tomlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You may think I was a bit outdated and would had start laughing at me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I have been singing this song, "We fall down" for ages now and only today I realized that it was originally written by Chris Tomlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These has proven two things, first, how little I actually know about Chris Tomlin (shame on you Ruth and you call yourself a supporter of Chris) and second, man, Chris Tomlin is old!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first time I sang this song in ROCK many many years ago, we was still in TIME SQUARE. I had straight away fall in love with the song once I heard it. Wow, what a humbled adoration to the Lord, where the song sang it first line... "we fall down" We lay our crown at the feet of Jesus"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really show the Sovereignty of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed, Jo and all guitarist do check out this video, they actually teach you how to play this song, the Chris TOMLIN's way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58d05b9159cea71b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58d05b9159cea71b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D368AB897E5087AFCB753F7457D08A4D150781AB7.4A2E268B703712096B2964CCE1EC4597753495BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58d05b9159cea71b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaSDGiYZrWziXjfaes1eh4K2ocRY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58d05b9159cea71b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D368AB897E5087AFCB753F7457D08A4D150781AB7.4A2E268B703712096B2964CCE1EC4597753495BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58d05b9159cea71b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaSDGiYZrWziXjfaes1eh4K2ocRY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-51717172508441648?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=58d05b9159cea71b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/51717172508441648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=51717172508441648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/51717172508441648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/51717172508441648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-fall-down-chris-tomlin.html' title='We fall down - Chris Tomlin'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-5692120300849763635</id><published>2008-09-10T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:24:44.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I heard of this song in youtube basically this song really sum up the heart of Jesus for the people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyric:&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the desperate eyes and reaching hands&lt;br /&gt;To the suffering and the lean&lt;br /&gt;To the ones the world has cast aside&lt;br /&gt;Where you want me I will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;I will go&lt;br /&gt;I will go&lt;br /&gt;I will go Lord send me&lt;br /&gt;To the world&lt;br /&gt;To the lost&lt;br /&gt;To the poor and hungry&lt;br /&gt;Take everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Clay within your hands&lt;br /&gt;I will go&lt;br /&gt;I will go&lt;br /&gt;Send me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not be blind with privilege&lt;br /&gt;Give me eyes to seek the pain&lt;br /&gt;Let the blessing You've poured out on me&lt;br /&gt;Not be spent on me in vain&lt;br /&gt;Let this life be used for change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live for you&lt;br /&gt;Go where you lead me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna follow you&lt;br /&gt;(x 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me!! (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This presentation was made by a youth's group who was reaching out to the lost, poor and needy God's beloved people in Mexico. Everywhere, Everybody need GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 25:35 - 36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a9f67f117d16449" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a9f67f117d16449%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35C834106A567B14392C702DD7278B5248BAF7CE.1AE288B1F8C2323083F31FA29A3C444ABC228743%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a9f67f117d16449%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgdl2BxsD0KqJ4vnwygQl7kiCCTE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a9f67f117d16449%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35C834106A567B14392C702DD7278B5248BAF7CE.1AE288B1F8C2323083F31FA29A3C444ABC228743%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a9f67f117d16449%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgdl2BxsD0KqJ4vnwygQl7kiCCTE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-5692120300849763635?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a9f67f117d16449&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/5692120300849763635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=5692120300849763635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5692120300849763635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5692120300849763635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-go.html' title='I will go'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7042995691084676483</id><published>2008-09-05T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:23:13.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If the church is going to grow stronger, then it needs to be full of people who do not live for themselves." (by Malcolm McGregor, Director of SIM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Churches every where from the West to East, from U.S to MALAYSIA, churches are hungry for a growing and stronger church. Oh, how our heart has sparkled the fire to become the radiant 'bride" for our Bridegroom, Our Lord Jesus Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The call for unity as ONE church is sounding forth like a trumpet. ARISE CHURCH, ARISE CHURCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart felt amazed with His Deity, however my heart felt sorrow for the people of the world. ARISE CHURCH! Let's not look at all the small little misunderstanding that you have among another brother or sister, lets not spend time to hold grudge with another person because he or she was more wanted than you, let's not compare, let's not waste time to live selfish life, let's not chasing after things on earth, let's not love life more than GOD, let's not waste time. Today, I felt overwhelming, I felt the heart of Jesus calling for his church, His bride. When will we able to learn, to be a self-less church for Jesus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys... the harvest is plentiful, but who are willing to go? Even though this is a familiar passage but today I really started to grab the full meaning of this word. When Jesus said this, my dear Jesus must have said it with a painful heart, a heart full of sorrows for He knew many had turn away from Him and His commands and live a life of their own. Oh God.. let me go! Let me go and serve the harvest, this I pray. May this be your prayer too brothers! May this be your prayer too my dear sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to follow Jesus, what break the Lord's heart, may it break mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cried out to God, that He may be patience with my sins and the sins of the church. May he come back soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends, ARISE CHURCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I have no other "watering down" way to tell you the urgency for us to be self-denial. I know its hard when you guys have a bright life ahead of you. Friends, let's put away our selfish and sinful way of life, let's be self-sacrifice, God need young people who do not live for themselves to build a stronger church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are convicted to do something but not sure and afraid to commit, would you pray this prayer with me together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" Lord Jesus, I surrender to your Lordship. I Praise you for your Deity, my Savior. I heard your calling my Lord that the harvest in Malaysia is plentiful but the worker is few and my heart are convicted. I want to answer to your call, Yes Lord, take my life Lord and use it. I do not know what I need to do next but Lord may I have a surrendering and obedience heart to follow your will. Thank you for your love to me, your grace and kindness to me are never ending. Give me boldness and a burning fire for what is of your heart. In Jesus name I pray Amen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7042995691084676483?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7042995691084676483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7042995691084676483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7042995691084676483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7042995691084676483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/09/arise.html' title='Self-Denial'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-6661372617678859238</id><published>2008-09-03T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:00:40.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will God send to Temenggor, Perak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;gracie, we should plan a mission trip to Temenggor =) What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the People whom heart God is at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7037591380669044665</id><published>2008-09-03T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:33:38.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youths - just a feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SL49bh-lE0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/HZsjnOZ65Gc/s1600-h/bad+manners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SL49bh-lE0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/HZsjnOZ65Gc/s200/bad+manners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241694559492444994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wowowo, read an article today and found this very power statement made toward "youths"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the statement was true or not about youths today? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this statement provoke you or the other way round? I ll pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Youths they no longer rely on God's objective &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;truth to dictate what is right and wrong. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rather they rely on their feelings to determine &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;whether or not something is right for me at that moment!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True and very dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7037591380669044665?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7037591380669044665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7037591380669044665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7037591380669044665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7037591380669044665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/09/youths-just-feeling.html' title='Youths - just a feeling'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SL49bh-lE0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/HZsjnOZ65Gc/s72-c/bad+manners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7750132380057462998</id><published>2008-09-02T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:19:38.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To grab each breath that the Lord gives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SL4L3cOakqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ViYMLLK0Uog/s1600-h/169253774_0c50089e5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SL4L3cOakqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ViYMLLK0Uog/s200/169253774_0c50089e5f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241640063403201186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today Devo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RuthK/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 Peter 3:8&lt;br /&gt;"With the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I'm desperately in need of God's strenght. I was worn out from working, from running here and there and from trying to fulfill all the work which required from me. But the Lord was gracious in seeing me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was struggling with the pressure from all these stress, I realize deep down I was actually struggling from the pressure of a city's life, where all things done in a fast pace, where I need to run from one conference to another, where I need to catch up with the world in youths culture. I can hardly grab a moment of life that passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste! God has given us life which is so wonderful and beautiful, but sadly many times we have just easily let life pass it by just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  believe when God say, "With the Lord one day is as a thousand years..." He also want us to know  how precious each breath which he has given us and we are to enjoy and look life in one day as like a thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to breathe take time to look enjoy each day. Take time to look at the wonderful world and creation which the Lord has created, which revealed His Glory. Take time to live this life with God...&lt;br /&gt;each step at a time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless you day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7750132380057462998?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7750132380057462998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7750132380057462998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7750132380057462998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7750132380057462998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-grab-each-breath-that-lord-gives.html' title='To grab each breath that the Lord gives.'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SL4L3cOakqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ViYMLLK0Uog/s72-c/169253774_0c50089e5f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-9186588661248960558</id><published>2008-08-27T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:47:34.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLYDjbEoxxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s85HZ9joV60/s1600-h/hand20of20god20out20of20clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLYDjbEoxxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s85HZ9joV60/s320/hand20of20god20out20of20clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239379123589662482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;My favorite Psalm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Psalm&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;139&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;O Lord you have searched me and you know me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You know when I sit and when I rise;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You perceive my thoughts from afar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You discern my going out and my lying down;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You are familiar with all my ways.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Before a word is on my tongue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You know it completely, O Lord.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You hem me in - behind and before;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You have laid your hand upon me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Too lofty for me to attain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Where can I go from your Spirit?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Where can I flee from your presence?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;If I go up to the heavens, you are there;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;If I rise on the wings of the dawn,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;If I settle on the far side of the sea,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Even there your hand will guide me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Your right hand will hold me fast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;And the light become night around me,”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Even darkness will not be dark to you;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;The night will shine like the day,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;For darkness is as light to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;For you created my inmost being;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You knit me together in my mother’s womb.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You works are wonderful,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;I know that full well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;My frame was not hidden from you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;When I was made in the secret place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You eyes saw my unformed body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;All the days ordained for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Were written in your book before one of them came to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;How vast is the sum of them!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;When I awake, I am still with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;If only you would slay the wicked, O God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Away from me, you bloodthirsty men! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;They speak of you with evil intent;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;You adversaries misuse your name.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do I hate those who hate you, O Lord,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;And abhor those who rise against you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;See if there is any offensive ways in me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;And lead me in the way everlasting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-9186588661248960558?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/9186588661248960558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=9186588661248960558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/9186588661248960558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/9186588661248960558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-psalm.html' title='My favorite Psalm'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLYDjbEoxxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s85HZ9joV60/s72-c/hand20of20god20out20of20clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-5985953814533485114</id><published>2008-08-26T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:38:36.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delilah is back to town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLO7M5EK4pI/AAAAAAAAAII/5pwerod9_Rk/s1600-h/Jim_silke_delilah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLO7M5EK4pI/AAAAAAAAAII/5pwerod9_Rk/s400/Jim_silke_delilah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238736621713154706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Wowowo… how POWERFUL the luring and the charms of a women to a men!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Today (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="24" month="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;24/8/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;) I went out with some of my friends, contain both boys and girls. One of my friends was precious beauty to the eyes of the guys in the group. After some time of chatting, and some “heehee and haahaa”, miraculously my friend was able to make one of the guy to pay for her meal. Wowowo!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;At that time, I was thinking in my heart that, “Men are Dumb”. (It will make a good movie title) Maybe when I’m broke next time, I can do the same thing like my friend, so maybe I can get some free meals. I was tempted to proceed with such an evil plan, however very quickly I came to my senses and I ask does the “heehee and haahaa” makes me become more like the virtuous wife, which I always longing to be or will I be similar to a Delilah?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My friend really has the charm, she can charm almost all men with her “heehee and haahaa”, and I would not blame her for I think her effort and working or the “heehee and haahaa” does pay off. The footprint of the item I saw the other day written “Men are Dumb”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Well, being a Delilah have its goods, they basically can get what they want with their “heehee and haahaa” If the things got to do with Delilah, I want no part in it. Being the virtuous wife may not get me free meals but it’s ok. At least it can contribute a little by giving Glory to GOD. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Oh, it’s a virtuous wife, is all I want to be!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;P/S: I saw a billboard on the road to heaven that says, “Are men dumb?” (hehe)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;No wonder the strongest men on earth Samson lose his battle to a small little &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;woman name Delilah….. Aiyo Men, you can do better than this la!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I apologies if I had offended any man out there. Please accept my “heehee and haahaa” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLO7ByEQEsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LYK8qU-GAB4/s1600-h/SamsonandDelilah1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-5985953814533485114?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/5985953814533485114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=5985953814533485114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5985953814533485114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/5985953814533485114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/08/delilah-is-back-in-town.html' title='Delilah is back to town!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLO7M5EK4pI/AAAAAAAAAII/5pwerod9_Rk/s72-c/Jim_silke_delilah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-4658231932143519831</id><published>2008-08-26T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:10:00.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLO6G02Qd4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/idAW1PS4R4s/s1600-h/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLO6G02Qd4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/idAW1PS4R4s/s320/kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238735417990215554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Do you know where do they get the name "Kota Kinabalu"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I learned in the 20 minutes taxi ride to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to history, the first group of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; people that came to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; were located in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. The reason that they came, is no other reason but to do business, how typical it is? Chinese = Business!!&lt;br /&gt;(why I mentioned so much of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; in my blog.. scratching head, just coincident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time Kota Kinabalu, were contain mountains, jungles and it's surrounded by the sea. The only transport is by boat. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; people settled there and spread their seeds in the country. They are very rich, so they kind of take over the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So came a rich China man who became one of the most influential person in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, he married a local and he love his wife very much. However.. I can't remember whether was it the man died or the wife died. Anyway, so he bought the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and name it after himself and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Kina"&lt;/span&gt; actually mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Cina"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"balu" &lt;/span&gt;actually mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"wife"&lt;/span&gt;. He dedicated this island to the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironicly, there was no person that originally come from Kota Kinabalu. Originally the island and mountain only filled with plants and animals, human were not existed there. There is no one that original from Kota Kinabalu, the people that are staying in KK now are from all over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;thank you Encik Azmi for ur info..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-4658231932143519831?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/4658231932143519831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=4658231932143519831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4658231932143519831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/4658231932143519831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-history.html' title='Back to history'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLO6G02Qd4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/idAW1PS4R4s/s72-c/kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-6687830527469644231</id><published>2008-08-25T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:02:09.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben, I'm so forgetful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLOWqKNpW5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/g_aAnMl7BXE/s1600-h/rmHIr-tNNUc-PtbHq-malebirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLOWqKNpW5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/g_aAnMl7BXE/s320/rmHIr-tNNUc-PtbHq-malebirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238696442602281874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How could I forgotten this important date?? So angry with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Belated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;no... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending you good wishes all the way here in Malaysia to Australia haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your birthday... you are remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-6687830527469644231?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/6687830527469644231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=6687830527469644231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/6687830527469644231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/6687830527469644231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-im-so-forgetful.html' title='Ben, I&apos;m so forgetful!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLOWqKNpW5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/g_aAnMl7BXE/s72-c/rmHIr-tNNUc-PtbHq-malebirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-910409736518577308</id><published>2008-08-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:50:33.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLOLKVEWMyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GUWPA1Bc9GA/s1600-h/20060210_p021006sc-0886-1-515h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLOLKVEWMyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GUWPA1Bc9GA/s400/20060210_p021006sc-0886-1-515h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238683801132348194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Man, I realized that I have a dozen of blog that I yet to post. I drafted it and kept postponing on publishing it. Gosh.. when would I ever finish doing all these blogging homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are a few acknowledgments of life during these few weeks:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ROCKS! After the Olympic, I would not view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; the same again. During the opening of Olympic, as my family and I was sticking our eyes as close as possible to the TV screen. I remembered telling my dad that I'm so proud to be a Chinese, I'm so proud to be Chinese, so proud that Chinese people can do such excellent and magnificent work. Wohohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pride were not my own, it belongs fully to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, I only a passerby, sharing the end of the cloak of the Glory. Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you know one truth about you and I, which we often long forgotten due to the pain and mess of the world. This truth is 'YOU ARE BORN TO BE LOVED". Yes YOU ARE BORN TO BE LOVED. This is why we are born, even though human had messed up this important element in life, yet God has not forgotten, through life pains an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d mess, YOU ARE LOVED BY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLOLdY6ppAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xagLb_v9PC4/s1600-h/heart-on-fire-screensaver-screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLOLdY6ppAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xagLb_v9PC4/s200/heart-on-fire-screensaver-screenshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238684128582935554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-910409736518577308?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/910409736518577308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=910409736518577308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/910409736518577308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/910409736518577308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SLOLKVEWMyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GUWPA1Bc9GA/s72-c/20060210_p021006sc-0886-1-515h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-1874342762880555820</id><published>2008-08-22T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:15:34.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing the mountains with God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SK908nfIv_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wqjBmkOESB4/s1600-h/Picture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SK908nfIv_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wqjBmkOESB4/s320/Picture+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237533476395728882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        My experienced of climbing mount Kota Kinabalu especially with the gentle guidance and leading of William had proven to myself that by faith in Jesus Christ there is no mountains of problems in the future which God and I could not handle. Matthew 17:20. Ruth, you got to alway remember this experience, and hold on to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The hand of William which holding tightly unto my hand throughout the whole journey, was such an assurance and security that God was with me. William was such a blessings to my life. I can never thank both GOD and William for helping me to encounter the fourth highest mountain in Southeast Asia, the mount Kota Kinabalu. 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-8203460097731011606</id><published>2008-08-21T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:47:57.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even pastor failled! We are human too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SK4TTIdUcuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CHWarONg8u0/s1600-h/mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SK4TTIdUcuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CHWarONg8u0/s320/mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237144636087366370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was reading a blog from daren talking about Pastor Mike Guglielmucci was lying about his terminal illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came out with this song called 'Healer" one of the most outstanding, inspiration and comforting songs. The song and lyric itself showed many true about Our God who Himself came to Heal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the fraud was that the pastor self declare having cancer and was singing with his oxygen tube attached to his nose in one of hillsongs conference turn out to be he is not having any cancer. All this were a fraud and he was now seeking helps from profession regarding his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, human is still human.&lt;br /&gt;Wowow, what a grace of God, only His great grace can forgive all our sins and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human came to this world to live a selfish life, making name for ourself, making fame and building our own Babylon, I myself is guilty of this. But Jesus came to this world to share His grace with us, He came so that we can forgive the sins which is too great to be forgiven and He also came so that we can lives the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor Mike, Our God is a good God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grace is sufficient for all of our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=54&amp;amp;chapter=12&amp;amp;verse=9&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But he said to me, "My grace is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sufficient&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; for you, for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; may rest on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLbjqcG4OT4  check it out in you tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-8203460097731011606?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/8203460097731011606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=8203460097731011606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/8203460097731011606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/8203460097731011606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-pastor-failled-we-are-human-too.html' title='Even pastor failled! We are human too.'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SK4TTIdUcuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CHWarONg8u0/s72-c/mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-698784989882476073</id><published>2008-08-11T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:44:51.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the end of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SKEjMICKKMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Zqsb7bVCzUw/s1600-h/missions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SKEjMICKKMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Zqsb7bVCzUw/s320/missions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233502933203167426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SKEiyP6QIZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XiCjw_X001Q/s1600-h/image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SKEiyP6QIZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XiCjw_X001Q/s320/image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233502488640889234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;The word of God is like drugs to me, the more I read and understand it, the more I want to know His word more. It is an addiction. Maybe this is what it said in Roman 6:16-18 where we are slaves to righteousness, slaves to God. I am tide to the Word of God! Well, even though my statue is a slave but I thank God that sins is not my Master, I belong to a loving and caring Master, Our Lord Jesus Christ. Who is your master? Just a thought…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3 style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Romans 6:16-18&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Don't you know that when you offer yourselves to someone to obey him as slaves, you are slaves to the one whom you obey—whether you are slaves to sin, which leads to death, or to obedience, which leads to righteousness? &lt;span class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you were entrusted. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well, above is just an introduction…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today devotion I came across Ephesians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="14" minute="14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;2:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt; saying, “For he himself is our peace, who has made the two one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility….” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Even thought in this text its talk about the Jews and Gentile, which is why Jesus said he made the two one, where both can accept and hear about the good news, and the gospel is not for the elect people only but for everyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;When I read this here were my thoughts (before I read the commentary and know the above…)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;God is peace, how wonderful it is that I can go all over the world to preach of this peace, especially to places where have less peace. Am I asking God to send me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;??? Wowow wait a minutes! I think not in that way haha. (Hopefully! But when I’m old, I would like to travel to country like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt; for mission though.. In His will)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;I felt a stirring in my heart when I read this word, I felt soaring high hope that the gospel can break through all barriers, reaching to people who never heard of Jesus, reaching all “gravezone” (North Korea, Tai Dam, Laos, Myanmar and Indonesia.. and many more!) for the message of HOPE, LOVE, JOY and PEACE through Jesus. With the authority and the power of the Gospel, we can go to the villager in the largest jungle in the Peruvian Amazon, or traveling to the continent of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Antarctica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;, to the largest desert in the world to reach to the villager living in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Northern  Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sahara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;, telling them about the message of HOPE. I was thrilled very much because the line of barrier was destroyed by our Lord Jesus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wow, that is one powerful Good news!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Though I have deep passion for traveling, not doing commercial traveling, like the tourist type, my passion is on those Not an Average traveling one of those kind, where even normal tourist do not want to visit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wowwo it ROCKs! Anyone wants to go with me? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Teaching the world about life! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-698784989882476073?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/698784989882476073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=698784989882476073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/698784989882476073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/698784989882476073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-end-of-world.html' title='To the end of the world'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SKEjMICKKMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Zqsb7bVCzUw/s72-c/missions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7053301882914707520</id><published>2008-07-21T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:48:11.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!! What love is this?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;God is great! He loves me very much and treats me like a precious treasure, very important to Him. What more on how I see myself? Worthy, because of Jesus. Freedom in living a great life because of Jesus, free from sin!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Right now, just the way you are at this moment; you are completely, unconditionally loved. Thank you, Jesus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7053301882914707520?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7053301882914707520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7053301882914707520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7053301882914707520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7053301882914707520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-what-love-is-this.html' title='Wow!! What love is this?!'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3335423319745742263</id><published>2008-07-08T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:49:00.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SHRNBpnoGmI/AAAAAAAAADw/nmCHX-EGuAk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SHRNBpnoGmI/AAAAAAAAADw/nmCHX-EGuAk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220882558776515170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Life is weird; being a Christian in today’s society is something which many consider most weird and the called to be a follower of Christ are just insane. Life itself contains so much of confusion, things and thoughts which we could not fully understand and could not make sense out of it. Sometime it seems that our heart have many other hearts inside, which each beating out of its own. There were infinite directions and ways, even in the context of Christianity there were many ways of beliefs, practices, tradition, thinking, studies and etc. Many Christians spend most of their life doing research and trying to answer all the questions. At the end I just need to admit that the world which is created is greater than man, but the world which created by God is not greater than its own Creator, our God Almighty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;As the heavens are higher than the earth,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;So are my ways higher than your ways&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;And my thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Isaiah 55:8-10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;So, I’ll do what I understand and what God has made known to me and leaving the rest of the debate to Him. There were two greatest commandments that God want us to know and fulfilled. First to love God with all my heart, soul and mind, second is to love our neighbors as myself. (Matthew 22: 37-40) “All the law and prophets hand on these two commandments.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3335423319745742263?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3335423319745742263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3335423319745742263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3335423319745742263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3335423319745742263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-weird_08.html' title='Life is Weird'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SHRNBpnoGmI/AAAAAAAAADw/nmCHX-EGuAk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3757444489299450808</id><published>2008-06-24T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:03:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God grant us our heart's desire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Psalm 20: 4-5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;“May He grant you according to your heart’s desire,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;And fulfill all your purpose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;We will rejoice in your salvation,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;And in the name of our God we will set up our banners;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;May the Lord fulfill all your petitions.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;I over heard the principle having a conversation with one of her kindergarten teachers in the pantry. Well, I’m definitely not a regular eardrop-er, however, on that day my ears were intuitively interested on what they are saying. They were having one of their casual conversations about the students on what the students did on that day. As they spoke I can pick up that they really enjoy just talking and talking and talking about their students. Well, with my many years of encountered with teachers, man, don’t they just like to talk? However, it is not the talking that I was interested with. But it is her passion as she talked about her students which hit me that the principle really loves the students whom she is teaching and she loves doing what she does. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Psalm 20: 4- 5 came to my thought that very moment that God grant us according to our heart’s desire. How privilege it is to be able to work in a job that is your passion. Oh, I mean HOW GREAT IS THAT!! I know that this has been a cliché that used often but REALLY come to think of it, I mean the feeling of the principle to wake up every morning to meet her students; it must be everyday sunshine for her. Well, I’m not losing out as well. Having this job as the Youth Director makes me wake up each morning desire to go for work. I love my job. MY JOB IS MY PASSION. My heart just melt in the Lord’s, I came to experience His great goodness to my life for blessing me in such a beautiful ways which it’s hard for me to comprehend. I give thanks to the Lord!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;For you who have not claimed on Psalm 2-:4 -5, start being on your knees to pray. It took me almost 7 years to pray that I could work with the youths, and now I can’t thank God enough for answering my prayer. It may be hard to believe that God will grant us our heart’s desire, but this proven to me that God’s love is beyond comprehension. He is a Father who wants to give the best and who will give the best to His children, if they ask long enough. PRAY, WAIT AND HOPE!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3757444489299450808?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3757444489299450808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3757444489299450808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3757444489299450808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3757444489299450808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-grant-us-our-hearts-desire.html' title='God grant us our heart&apos;s desire.'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-7438957276136218884</id><published>2008-06-16T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:51:15.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK CAMP2008 makes history.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFdPzhjxAyI/AAAAAAAAADA/Zq8D6pUfj5k/s1600-h/DSC_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 263px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFdPzhjxAyI/AAAAAAAAADA/Zq8D6pUfj5k/s320/DSC_1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212722840304943906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All divers in ROCK CAMP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-7438957276136218884?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/7438957276136218884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=7438957276136218884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7438957276136218884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/7438957276136218884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/06/rock-camp2008-makes-history.html' title='ROCK CAMP2008 makes history.'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFdPzhjxAyI/AAAAAAAAADA/Zq8D6pUfj5k/s72-c/DSC_1230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3301368257842854980</id><published>2008-06-16T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:07:24.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFdMTG7lwwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o5wfScLt1mg/s1600-h/youthA9837-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFdMTG7lwwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o5wfScLt1mg/s320/youthA9837-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212718984866415362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="13" month="6"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="13" month="6"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="6" day="13" year="2008"&gt;13  Jun 2008&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;I’m way too Spartan to become a blogger. It took me a long time to write a blog and I was waiting that I would write a good blog for my youths. Due to my language inadequacy, it did scare me a bit to write something where the whole world may be reading it, and start judging my grannmar mistakes ( lol..)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;I realized that they ain’t a good blog if it’s not about being you in the blog. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;I passed on the perception that I need to preach while I’m in this blog, for I believe by only through the stories of my encounter with God daily, will be enough to be the influencing testimony for Christ. Being the real me, is the testimony. Man.. I love the word “INFLUENCING” it is just so powerful. For all young adult out there Youth Alive Malaysia will be having a conference on 21 &amp;amp; 22 Jun by the title “Influencing”, it’s a challenge to call all young adult to be an influencing tool for Jesus Christ in your workplace. Be there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;So I got to start personal right? .. as personal as the story begin in the scene when I was in the toilet doing my “business”. I apologies for being real. Well many do not know that I was an excellent “imaginator” (ruthie’s dictionary.com), I love to dwell my thoughts with fantasies of what I would like to become or do, but did not have the chance to do in real world. I’m a day-dreamer. I mostly possess only when I was in the toilet. I just got so much free time there, sitting there doing nothing. Ok ok I won’t go there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;Well, tonight as usual I was in the toilet and I was thinking ok what role would I do today? It took me awhile to ponder, then it took longer to think of anything, for I could not think of anything I want to do but the will of God for my life. All I can think of is how I can be use by God to do His will. The things which I most desired and desperate to do is to serve God will all my heart. To know this fact brings comfort to my heart, to know that your future and your life is in the palm of the hand of God, the hand, which created the earth, the hand, which stop the raging sea and thunders. You can rest and be comforted when this hand is holding your future. I’m resting in His plan for my life and I’m awaiting God to do the immeasurable. Can’t wait!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;“Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever! Amen.” Ephesians 3:20-21&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;I’m a day dreamer and I dream Big, for My God is Big!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3301368257842854980?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3301368257842854980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3301368257842854980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3301368257842854980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3301368257842854980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-dreamer.html' title='Day-Dreamer'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFdMTG7lwwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o5wfScLt1mg/s72-c/youthA9837-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-8722647931755412392</id><published>2008-06-13T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:38:14.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old days went Edmund's hair still look good hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlrj2QRMI/AAAAAAAAACY/edSxMOMEvE4/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlrj2QRMI/AAAAAAAAACY/edSxMOMEvE4/s320/DSC00542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;What u lookin..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlsh1F4lI/AAAAAAAAACg/Sh6TXSmrL6Y/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlsh1F4lI/AAAAAAAAACg/Sh6TXSmrL6Y/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Aww.. should i say more, nice team player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlsi_9CYI/AAAAAAAAACo/LUlIvx68GsQ/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlsi_9CYI/AAAAAAAAACo/LUlIvx68GsQ/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I miss the long hair gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlsw_blUI/AAAAAAAAACw/AGCBN5FznOo/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlsw_blUI/AAAAAAAAACw/AGCBN5FznOo/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;nice buttons&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-8722647931755412392?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/8722647931755412392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=8722647931755412392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/8722647931755412392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/8722647931755412392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-days-went-edmunds-hair-still-look.html' title='Old days went Edmund&apos;s hair still look good hehe'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIlrj2QRMI/AAAAAAAAACY/edSxMOMEvE4/s72-c/DSC00542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-3976027629485584021</id><published>2008-06-13T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:38:31.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worshiper of Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-3976027629485584021?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/3976027629485584021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=3976027629485584021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3976027629485584021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/3976027629485584021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/06/worshiper-of-jesus-christ.html' title='worshiper of Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SFIkWcSQS-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/2h-S4anZWho/s72-c/DSC_1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451982789672518200.post-621975560671410677</id><published>2008-06-10T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:38:52.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begin'/><title type='text'>My first entre'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything comes with a "beginning" and an "end"..a long winding road, a journey, a story and a blogger's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin the life of a blogger today. Lol.. its slightly embarrass to tell people that this is my first entre' since everyone were already blastfully canggih with blog by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Joy and Love to all viewer of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin my first entre' by giving glory to God. Thanking Him for His unconditional love and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope at the end of my life as a blogger, I will still have this same motto through the end, which is to give glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is from now.. until I get used to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451982789672518200-621975560671410677?l=ruthiekon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/feeds/621975560671410677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451982789672518200&amp;postID=621975560671410677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/621975560671410677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451982789672518200/posts/default/621975560671410677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthiekon.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-entre.html' title='My first entre&apos;'/><author><name>Ruffie Kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14107878816699698804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R3zbEJp1DA/SvQa3qqiQLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QWbdvCI4-No/S220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
