When I came to the university armed with a below mediocre math grade in high school, it was a stuggle for me. Up until today, I still can't believe how I managed to graduate with an engineering degree. It was just a day to day encouragement from my parents - they believed.
On the other hand my 2nd grade teacher critiqued my art project and told me face blank I have no artistic talent in me. I stopped the art pursuit and I'll never experience if art is something that can be developed in a child - many believed.
It was in these lines of thought that Paul was writing in 1Cor:10 that the final arbiter must be considerate love and not knowledge or liberty.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
milli-nium
The great carpenter is coming with a litmus
yard stick to judge according to celestial
measuring standards.
Who am I to think sublime and use the metric
table?
1 Cor 4:5
yard stick to judge according to celestial
measuring standards.
Who am I to think sublime and use the metric
table?
1 Cor 4:5
Monday, December 10, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
plug it in, plug it in
Electricity conducts with the same molecular valence-
ie. metal to metal or metal to water. In the same manner
spiritual things speaks to the spirit, carnal conducts to
carnal. - 'need to plug in to the Source.
I Cor 2
ie. metal to metal or metal to water. In the same manner
spiritual things speaks to the spirit, carnal conducts to
carnal. - 'need to plug in to the Source.
I Cor 2
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
It was the most cherished christmas gift I had
when I was six - a toy propeller plane.
It only lasted for a couple of days until my
friend shattered it into pieces when he threw
it from the second floor of our house.
I was traumatized not because of was my friend did
but to what kind of spanking will I get from my dad.
I came down the house, I saw my dad picking up the
broken pieces. He held my face with his big hands,
looked me in the eye and said "it's ok son".
when I was six - a toy propeller plane.
It only lasted for a couple of days until my
friend shattered it into pieces when he threw
it from the second floor of our house.
I was traumatized not because of was my friend did
but to what kind of spanking will I get from my dad.
I came down the house, I saw my dad picking up the
broken pieces. He held my face with his big hands,
looked me in the eye and said "it's ok son".
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