If I've known who YOU are...
I'd done it on purpose.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Bah Bah! Black Sheep
"Behold I send you sheep amidst the wolves" Matt. 10:16
behold, i was the sheep but, i've been acting like a wolf.
so God conspired another lost sheep to bump me so that i will come to realize that i am still a sheep and not a wolf.
behold i was sent as a sheep not to become a wolf.
behold, i was the sheep but, i've been acting like a wolf.
so God conspired another lost sheep to bump me so that i will come to realize that i am still a sheep and not a wolf.
behold i was sent as a sheep not to become a wolf.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
A Farmer Has A Fertile Soil
When I was eight years old I'd read a proverb that says” A stupid person may forgive and forget but the wise forgives but never forgets”. I forgot the name of the person who quoted that, but his words inflicted me like an incurable disease that I even used that as my tag line in our grade school yearbook.
It seems like yonder years had passed but still, I got that disease. I took up my pre-medical course, graduated and passed the board exams three years ago with an eagle eye of pursuing medical degree course. But it was like a destiny destined not to be fulfilled. I don't why... I guess that really is a destiny meant not to be destined. Little did I know that this destiny that was destined not to be fulfilled will eventually become my redemption.
My story begun in a face of a child.
She was crying so loud. She was scared, so scared that her very own fears made her hate everyone who touches her, even her mother. She was my patient. She was three years old, afraid of needles, dextrose, syringe, medicines, nurses, doctors and most especially … ME – the one who will extract blood from her. The one who will point that sharp thin needle into her skin, the one who is famous by the qoute - “we inject pain to extract the truth.”
The extraction ended about half an hour.
She is sobbing.
After getting all the necessary requirements, I smiled at her and said - “goodbye baby... get well soon!” and to my surprise, in the midst of her face drowned with her own tears, she smiled back and said with a sobbing voice - “Ba-bye!”.
I smiled and I knew... I had another story.
I asked myself, why can't we be like those innocent kids? They were hurt but they never hold grudges in their hearts. Why do we love sowing seeds of hatred in our hearts when the truth is, it never gives the fruit of happiness but rather, hatred begets hatred.
Aren't we all FARMERS? We all have our fertile soil – that is our hearts, and whatever we plant in there will surely grow. So choose the right seeds.
“When you forgive, you set a prisoner free. Soon you will discover that that prisoner you set free was actually... YOURSELF”.
When I was eight years old I'd read a proverb that says” A stupid person may forgive and forget but the wise forgives but never forgets”. I forgot the name of the person who quoted that, but his words inflicted me like an incurable disease that I even used that as my tag line in our grade school yearbook.
It seems like yonder years had passed but still, I got that disease. I took up my pre-medical course, graduated and passed the board exams three years ago with an eagle eye of pursuing medical degree course. But it was like a destiny destined not to be fulfilled. I don't why... I guess that really is a destiny meant not to be destined. Little did I know that this destiny that was destined not to be fulfilled will eventually become my redemption.
My story begun in a face of a child.
She was crying so loud. She was scared, so scared that her very own fears made her hate everyone who touches her, even her mother. She was my patient. She was three years old, afraid of needles, dextrose, syringe, medicines, nurses, doctors and most especially … ME – the one who will extract blood from her. The one who will point that sharp thin needle into her skin, the one who is famous by the qoute - “we inject pain to extract the truth.”
The extraction ended about half an hour.
She is sobbing.
After getting all the necessary requirements, I smiled at her and said - “goodbye baby... get well soon!” and to my surprise, in the midst of her face drowned with her own tears, she smiled back and said with a sobbing voice - “Ba-bye!”.
I smiled and I knew... I had another story.
I asked myself, why can't we be like those innocent kids? They were hurt but they never hold grudges in their hearts. Why do we love sowing seeds of hatred in our hearts when the truth is, it never gives the fruit of happiness but rather, hatred begets hatred.
Aren't we all FARMERS? We all have our fertile soil – that is our hearts, and whatever we plant in there will surely grow. So choose the right seeds.
“When you forgive, you set a prisoner free. Soon you will discover that that prisoner you set free was actually... YOURSELF”.
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