Out of the Blue

A man offered the woman he loved a cup of wine. It meant, "I give you this cup, and I also give my life to you, will you accept me?" The woman takes the cup and drinks from it. In effect, she was saying "I accept your love and your life for me. And In response, I give you my life" This was how the Jewish man in biblical times proposed. Isn't it a touching and solemn promise made? That was what Jesus meant when he lifted the cup to his disciples. " I give you my life, will you be my spiritual bride?" I just felt how God had loved me so much - to the point of death- so that I could have the very best in my life-a relationship with God, how beautiful! How beautiful - Twila Paris How Beautiful the hands that served The Wine and the Bread and the sons of the earth How beautiful the feet that walked The long dusty roads and the hill to the cross How Beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ How Beautiful th

Bukit Chandu is a place I've never heard before until a few weeks ago. Located within Kent Ridge Park in an "ulu" part of Pasir Panjang, it is a tranquil corner filled with historic nostalgia. After you climb up the steep slope (and it is really uphill), you'll find a musuem that contains remnants of the brave battle between the Japanese and Singapore in 19th century. It may remind you of Fort Siloso in Sentosa. But for me it told me a little more as I read a poem written by Edwin Thumboo, an Eurasian or British soldier whom I believe, knew what went on during the bloody and horrific battle on the hill. Imagine with me a commander of a troop trudging through the dry and steep hills and jungles of Bukit Chandu. In the stills of night, with a little flame on the table perhaps, he penned this piece of poetry...(only an excerpt here) Deep rumbling guns, sharp whistling in the air Their shells rip in to chum our earth Then attacks propelled by fury. Yet no

A River Met a Mountain A river met a mountain, there wasn’t much to say The river said, ‘I’m flowing on,’ the mountain said, ‘I’m here to stay.’ So the two collided in a clear, midsummer spray, And the mountain thought the river was afraid. The mountain told the river that he had to go around; He said how things had always been, and nothing could change them now. The river answered silently, as the mountain stood his ground; The river kept on flowing slowly down. I want to flow, I want to flow. I want to flow like a river through this life. The mountain mocked the river as the two stood face to face, But silently through centuries the river kept its pace Till all unchangeability that he’d heard of was erased. Where a mountain’d stood, a valley took its place. Cause the river knew a simple truth that the mountain never heard; He knew a river’s journey’s true if its Source is pure And when the rain from Heaven comes, y

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck (Written after she found out she was dying from cancer) In honor of women's history month and in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day be