<?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-6228668239869055967</id><updated>2011-12-29T17:16:03.988+07:00</updated><category term='worry'/><category term='sin'/><category term='salt and light'/><category term='vision'/><category term='pikiran'/><category term='father'/><category term='pride'/><category term='trust'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='english'/><category term='grace'/><category term='death'/><category term='romantic'/><category term='change'/><category term='God&apos;s word'/><category term='heart'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='question'/><category term='nafsu'/><category term='insight'/><category term='life'/><category term='truth'/><category term='humble'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='soul'/><category term='worship'/><category term='point of view'/><category term='mom'/><category term='ramalan'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='song lyric'/><category term='eternity'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='love'/><category term='poems'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>An hour with God</title><subtitle type='html'>It's about the heart. God's and mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7649798026283428874</id><published>2011-12-29T17:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:16:03.998+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringo, Si Anjing Gembala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuaca hari itu cerah. Pukul 11 pagi, kami sekeluarga memutuskan berjalan-jalan ke taman. Ringo, anggota keluarga kami sang German Shepherd ikut diajak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tampak sangaaat gembira ia melihat tali kekang jalan-jalannya dikeluarkan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku mencoba memegang talinya, whoa! Ringo kuat banget. Aku tertarik sampai berlari. Dia terlalu senang! Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah beberapa saat, kesenangan Ringo gak berkurang. Tapi kecepatan berlarinya dikurangi. Fiuh... Sebelum energinya bertambah lagi, kuberikan tali kekang itu ke saudaraku. Aku mending berjalan santai sambil ketawa-ketawa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perjalanan ke taman sekitar 15 menit. Kami beramai-ramai mengikuti arahan Ringo. Ia merasa gagah sebagai pemimpin rombongan. Waktu sedang bercakap-cakap dengan saudaraku yang lain, Ringo yang dari tadi memimpin di barisan depan tiba-tiba berhenti. Kami pun ikut berhenti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada apa ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ringo menengok ke belakang. Kami ikut menengok ke belakang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oalah... Ternyata tanteku tertinggal di belakang. Dia berjalan agak terlalu lama, ini membuat Ringo risau. Kami memperhatikan Ringo. Dengan berlari kecil ia menghampiri tanteku di belakang sana. Menyundul kakinya agar berjalan lebih cepat. Sampai tanteku menyesuaikan langkah dengannya, ia baru kembali ke barisan depan. Memimpin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanteku tertawa-tawa. Aku terpana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benar-benar anjing gembala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ringo gak berjalan sendirian, dia memimpin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gak hanya memimpin, Ringo memperhatikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gak hanya memperhatikan, Ringo membimbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan kembali memimpin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow. Anjing bisa lebih peduli daripada aku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi malu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baca-baca Wikipedia, ternyata natur Herder/Germen Shepherd memang begitu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;The German Shepherd is a working dog developed originally for herding and guarding sheep. The breed is marked by a willingness to learn and an eagerness to have a purpose. Shepherds have a loyal nature and bond well with people they know.&amp;nbsp;German Shepherds are highly intelligent and obedient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keren sekali. Jadi inget gimana seorang Gembala menggembalakan domba-dombaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Iya, 'kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg9sxxkwKkE/Tvw9mMPAZkI/AAAAAAAABSc/ZgS5MGk9wT8/s1600/german+shepherd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg9sxxkwKkE/Tvw9mMPAZkI/AAAAAAAABSc/ZgS5MGk9wT8/s1600/german+shepherd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7649798026283428874?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7649798026283428874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7649798026283428874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7649798026283428874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7649798026283428874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/12/ringo-si-anjing-gembala.html' title='Ringo, Si Anjing Gembala.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg9sxxkwKkE/Tvw9mMPAZkI/AAAAAAAABSc/ZgS5MGk9wT8/s72-c/german+shepherd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-8305333821424940816</id><published>2011-11-14T21:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:36:48.775+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa Tuhan Menyimpan Rahasia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Belakangan ini saya lagi-lagidiperhadapkan pada pertanyaan mengenai keadilan Tuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Ini gara-gara berita bunuh diri di mallTaman Anggrek pekan lalu. Biasa, berita apapun akan jadi ramai dibincangkan di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/missviona"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1155cc; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Termasukyang satu ini. Lalu, seorang teman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;nge-tweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;begini,"What's with all these people? Tuhan toh udah tau kalau orang itu bakalanmati bunuh diri." Bagaimana pun juga, saya setuju dengan pernyataan itu.Jika Tuhan maha tahu, tentunya kematian akibat bunuh diri sudah ada dalamrencanaNya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Tuhan, dengan sifat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;omniscient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;(maha tahu),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;omnipotent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;(maha kuasa),dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;omnipresent&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;(maha hadir),tentu tahu apa yang belum, apa yang sedang, dan apa yang sudah. Dia adasebelum, sewaktu, dan setelah. Tentunya segala sesuatu Dia yang rencanakan,termasuk hal-hal berkonteks bencana yang melahirkan pertanyaan-pertanyaan sinisdari ajaran anti-theodise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beberapa hari lalu, saya membaca bukuoleh Goenawan Moehamad "debu, duka, dst." yang membahas soalpertimbangan anti-theodise. Artinya, pengembangan pemahaman mengenai pertanyaanakan keadilan Tuhan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dalam buku tersebut, saya membacamengenai pandangan manusia mengenai keadilan Tuhan. Tentang bagaimana manusiasejak berabad-abad lalu berpandangan sama, bahwa bencana yang terjadi merupakanhukuman Tuhan. Meskipun ada juga pendapat yang akhirnya diterima orang yangberkata bahwa itu fase alam, bencana, ya bencana. Gunung memang sudah waktunyameletus, dsb, dst. Perdebatan antara theodise (yang melihat Tuhan sebagai Tuhanyang maha adil, segala sesuatu yang terjadi merupakan bentuk dari keseluruhanrencanaNya yang sempurna) dengan anti-theodise (melihat bahwa keadilan Tuhantidak dapat dimengerti, keadilan Tuhan sama sekali gak adil dalam pandangan manusia--dimanabayi dan anak-anak ikut menanggung derita oleh bencana-bencana dan malapetakayang terjadi) ini membuahkan pertanyaan yang lagi-lagi mendepak perintilan imansaya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pertanyaan-pertanyaan klise yang akrabdi telinga mengenai keadilan Tuhan tersebut membuat saya protes pada Tuhan daningin sekali berada pada posisi netral. Tidak hitam, tidak putih. Tidak kanan,tidak kiri. Tidak pahit, tidak manis.&amp;nbsp;Tidak merujuk pada mana-mana.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Saya berdiskusi dengan papa saya.Bagaimana Tuhan itu adil? Bagaimana saya melihat dari sudut pandang Tuhanmengenai keadilan? Bagaimana Tuhan mengatakan Ia adil ketika Ia pun sengajamembuat manusia fasik untuk hari-hari malapetaka? Bagaimana kalau aku adalahsalah satu dari manusia fasik yang disebut-sebut dalam Amsal 16:4 itu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Papa menjawab di Ulangan 29:29.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Hal-halyang tersembunyi ialah bagi TUHAN, Allah kita, tetapi hal-hal yang dinyatakanialah bagi kita dan bagi anak-anak kita sampai selama-lamanya, supaya kitamelakukan segala perkataan hukum Taurat ini.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hal-hal yang tersembunyi ialah bagiTUHAN. Hal-hal tersembunyi ialah bagian TUHAN. Kenapa begitu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kenapa saya gak bisa tahu di mana ujungpangkal keadilanNya? Saya yang tidak diizinkan tahu, atau memang belum tahu?Harus mulai dari mana saya menjawab pertanyaan-pertanyaan ini? Kenapa Tuhanseperti rahasia, menyembunyikan banyak misteri, membuat saya dan orang-orangtak mengerti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bagaimana saya mempercayai Tuhan dankeadilanNya saat semua hal memang sudah menjadi rencanaNya, pun jika sayamelakukan hal-hal murtad atau bunuh diri?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pertanyaan-pertanyaan yangmerasionalkan Tuhan membuat saya menjadi pahit terhadapNya dan mencemooh apayang diajarkan oleh Roh. Papa saya menjelaskan lagi tentang komponen manusiayang terdiri dari tiga: tubuh, jiwa, dan roh. Ya, ya, saya sudah dengar itu,dan meski berkali-kali dengar saya tetap menganggapnya enteng. Karena belumcukup mencari jawaban atas pertanyaan atau membaca buku-buku yang belum sayabeli, saya pun meraih alkitab yang ada di dekat ranjang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Orang bisa mempelajari apapun, menulisbuku apapun yang didapat dari penelitian, sejarah, bahkan kitab-kitab suci paratuhan. Belum cukup waktu untuk saya belajar dan mengerti itu semua, mendingansaya kembali pada yang dekat. Pada firman yang gak jauh, yang bukan diletakkandi langit sehingga manusia bertanya bagaimana melaksanakannya, atau yangditaruh di samudera sehingga orang bertanya bagaimana mencapainya. Tapi padafirman yang dekat, yang ada di dalam hati(ku), dan di dalam mulut(ku) (Ulangan29:14).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Allah memberi perintah, tetapi jugamemberi pilihan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Ingatlah, INGATLAH, aku menghadapkan kepadamuhari ini kehidupan dan keberuntungan, kematian dan kecelakaan. Karena pada hariini aku memerintahkan kepadamu untuk mengasihi TUHAN, Allahmu, dengan hidupmenurut jalan yang ditunjukkanNya dan berpegang pada perintah, ketetapan, danperaturanNya, supaya engkau hidup dan bertambah banyak dan diberkati olehTUHAN, Allahmu, di negeri ke mana engkau masuk untuk mendudukinya. Tetapi jikahatimu berpaling dan engkau tidak mau mendengar, bahkan engkau mau disesatkanuntuk sujud menyembah kepada allah lain dan beribadah kepadanya, maka akumemberitahukan kepadamu pada hari ini, bahwa pastilah kamu akan binasa…”(Ulangan 29:15-18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ya, balik lagi ke pilihan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;TUHAN memerintahkan manusia untukmengasihiNya (dengan segenap hati, dengan segenap jiwa, dengan segenap akalbudi) adalah supaya SUPAYA manusia dapat hidup (dan bertambah banyak dandiberkati). Jika perintah utama itu tidak dijalani, artinya mati. M-a-t-i. Danhidup dan mati sepenuhnya menjadi pilihan manusia. Mengenai perihal keadilanTuhan, persilakan Tuhan sendiri yang menjelaskannya. Bagian manusia adalahmelakukan perintahNya, menjalani hubungan denganNya dengan mengasihiNya agarmanusia dapat hidup. Dan supaya jangan ada seorang manusia pun yang memegahkandiri di hadapan Allah (I Korintus 1:29).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Memang segalanya adalah mengenaipilihan. Bahkan menyembah allah lain pun didasari kemauan (..bahkan engkau maudisesatkan untuk sujud menyembah kepada allah lain). Menyembah kepada allahlain yang adalah diri saya sendiri pun karena kemauan saya sendiri. Tapi manayang saya pilih? Tuhan menghadapkan kehidupan dan kematian. Yang mana? Hanyajika saya tahu adanya pilihan saya bisa memilih.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jika mengingat diskusi dengan papa,seperti yang banyak imam Tuhan sampaikan juga pada saya, mengenai hidup dalamRoh (karena roh merupakan inti dari manusia, yang kekal, yang bersama-samadengan jiwa hidup selamanya); maka inilah kesimpulan saya. Bahwa manusia yangsaya bawa ini--diri saya sendiri--perlu hidup oleh roh. Bukan hanya dari jiwadan tubuh, bukan hanya makan kudapan bagi jiwa dan bagi badan, tapi pangananbagi roh yang berasal dari firman. Dari Allah, si Pencipta roh (saya).&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“...supayaiman kamu jangan bergantung pada hikmat manusia, tetapi pada kekuatan Allah.Sungguhpun demikian kami memberitakan hikmat di kalangan mereka yang telahmatang, yaitu hikmat yang bukan dari dunia ini, dan yang bukan daripenguasa-penguasa dunia ini, yaitu penguasa-penguasa yang akan ditiadakan.Tetapi yang kami beritakan ialah hikmat Allah yang tersembunyi dan rahasia,yang sebelum dunia dijadikan, telah disediakan Allah bagi kemuliaan kita. Tidakada dari penguasa dunia ini yang mengenalnya, sebab kalau sekiranya merekamengenalnya, mereka tidak menyalibkan Tuhan yang mulia.” (I Korintus 2:5-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bagaimana memiliki iman yang bergantungpada hikmat manusia yang bahkan gak mengetahui rahasia-rahasiaNya; yangsama-sama bertanya-tanya dan juga mempelajari bahan yang pun dari dunia danpenguasa-penguasanya? Bagaimana mempelajari Tuhan dari sumber yang bukan Tuhan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kenapa Tuhan menyembunyikan banyak haldan rahasia?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 54.6pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .1pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 54.6pt; mso-para-margin-right: 0cm; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Hikmat Allah yang tersembunyi dan rahasiadisediakanNya bagi kemuliaan kita (I Korintus 2:7).&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 54.6pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .1pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 54.6pt; mso-para-margin-right: 0cm; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Apa yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;tidak pernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;dilihat oleh mata, dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;tidakpernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;didengar olehtelinga, dan yang&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tidak pernah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;timbul di dalam hati manusia: semuayang disediakan Allah untuk mereka yang mengasihi Dia (I Korintus 2:9; Yesaya64:4).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Dalamkisah Abraham, bapa segala bangsa, TUHAN mengadakan perjanjian yang lucu.Maksud saya, TUHAN memilih seorang tua beristri mandul untuk menjadi baparaja-raja, untuk memiliki keturunan sebanyak bintang di langit dan debu dipantai. Maka tak heranlah jika Sarai tertawa (Kejadian 17). Tetapi, itulah yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;tidak pernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;didengarAbraham dan Sarai. Untuk itulah TUHAN menyimpan rahasia, agarrencana-rencanaNya yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;tidak pernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;didengartelinga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;tidak pernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dilihatmata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;tidak pernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;timbul bahkan di hati manusia, itulahkejutan-kejutan janjiNya yang Ia mau beri pada manusia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Jikamanusia, jika saya mengetahui segala sesuatu sehingga tak ada lagi rahasia yangtak saya ketahui mengenai keadilanNya dan perbuatan-perbuatanNya, maka segalasesuatu yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;tidak pernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;itu, janjiNya, pernyataan kasihNya yangterbujur dalam rencana-rencanaNya, tidak akan berlaku. Pun iman, pengharapan,kasih, cinta, semangat hidup, gairah, dan kemanusiaan itu gak berlaku lagi! Tohkita ini memang manusia, dan memang sudah begitu cetakanNya. Lagipula...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Siapa yang menakar air laut denganlekuk tangannya dan mengukur langit dengan jengkal, menyukat debu tanah dengantakaran, menimbang gunung-gunung dengan dacing, atau bukit-bukit dengan neraca?Siapa yang dapat mengatur Roh TUHAN atau memberi petunjuk kepada-Nya sebagaipenasihat? Kepada siapa TUHAN meminta nasihat untuk mendapat pengertian, dansiapa yang mengajar TUHAN untuk menjalankan keadilan, atau siapa mengajar Diapengetahuan dan memberi Dia petunjuk supaya Ia bertindak dengan pengertian?”(Yesaya 40:12-14)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;KenapaTuhan menyimpan rahasia?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Oh, well. What more can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-8305333821424940816?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/8305333821424940816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=8305333821424940816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8305333821424940816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8305333821424940816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/11/kenapa-tuhan-menyimpan-rahasia.html' title='Kenapa Tuhan Menyimpan Rahasia?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-5393447891767381081</id><published>2011-08-31T20:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:35:28.053+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><title type='text'>Is God Good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvLeBB12Ymc/Tl4x-3Ahq-I/AAAAAAAABN4/h-2GHFjthsc/s1600/Sandwich11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvLeBB12Ymc/Tl4x-3Ahq-I/AAAAAAAABN4/h-2GHFjthsc/s400/Sandwich11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau ada tanda tanya di kepalaku--yang sering muncul--aku cenderung lari ke Google, ke mentor, ke temen, ke pendeta, lalu ujug-ujug ke otak sendiri. Satu yang kurang: ke Tuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kayak sekarang ini, kayak kemarenan ini juga, kayak minggu-minggu lalu juga. Selalu begitu. Gak puas cari jawaban sana-sini. Capek gilak. Misal, barusan aku mbaca tulisan "Indah pada waktuNya", dan... &lt;i&gt;oh well, this skeptic self &lt;/i&gt;muncul lagi ke permukaan kayak Kappa. Yeah, aku diharapkan untuk percaya pada Tuhan dengan segenap hati, jiwa, pikiran, dan semuanya. Tapi... LOKATEGAMPANG?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku mengalami tangan Tuhan yang luar biasa, ketika papa keluar dari penjara dan tahu dia udah bertobat. Wuih, mujizat! Tuhan bilang, kerjaanNya gak selesai di situ, masih banyak &lt;i&gt;surprise and breakthrough &lt;/i&gt;yang Dia mau lakukan buat hidupku. Dengan syarat, aku ikut serta di dalamnya. Kalau nggak, buat apa Tuhan kerja? Toh, pekerjaanNya adalah membuatku bertumbuh. Bukan sekadar cling sini, cling sana, jaaaadi! LOKATEJINBOTOL?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makanya dia pilih untuk &lt;i&gt;walk the process with me. &lt;/i&gt;Meskipun menyembuhkan hati yang luka itu lama dan butuh proses yang konsisten untuk membalut dan menempa hatiku, Tuhan memilih berjalan bersamaku melaluinya. Ini yang orang-orang selalu bilang tentang kebaikan Tuhan. Kalau Dia nyiptain dan ngerancang ini itu bukan untuk sekadar seneng-seneng. Tapi segala yang Dia buat adalah karena kasih, cinta. &lt;i&gt;God is love, no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yah, aku mau percaya seperti itu meskipun banyak tanda tanya berseliweran di otak. Misal, Tuhan, coba jelassskan! APA GUNANYA FREE WILL JIKA TUHAN BILANG TUHAN BERKUASA ATAS SEGAAALANYA? *&lt;i&gt;mind the capitals*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gak usah jauh-jauh, apa yang Tuhan katakan mengenai insiden di kamar mama 23 tahun lalu? Mama bunuh diri atas dasar KEINGINANNYA SENDIRI toh? Perilakunya itu karena FREE WILL yang diberi Tuhan, toh? Jika Tuhan memiliki segala rencana dan Dia memiliki kontrol atas segala hal sampe ke hal kapan rambutku ini rontok, apa rencanaNya di balik insiden itu? Kenapa kehendak bebas yang diberikanNya pada manusia seakan kontradiktif dengan kuasa dan kasihNya?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuh. Kan. Mulai marah-marah deh. Abis gak kejawab juga. Yakalau Tuhan gak mau aku nanya, Tuhan gak akan kasih aku akal pikiran toh? Ini membuat aku... em, bukan meragukan sih... tapi lebih ke menetralisir kepercayaanku akan kebaikan Tuhan. Tuhan itu yaaa baik, yaaa nggak baik, yaaa dua-duanya atau nggak, definisi baik dan cinta buatku jadi bias. Maksudku, gini... Tuhan itu kan katanya baik, di lain sisi, banyak yang bilang Tuhan gak baik. Gak adil, dan semacamnya. Perspektifku jadi bercabang karena semua hal itu seimbang. Hal-hal yang dikiranya ekstrim dan timpang, ternyata kalau dilihat dari perspektif lain jadi seimbang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Misal, pas aku nonton sebuah film--lupa judulnya, ceritanya ada seorang cewek yang mati kecelakaan. Di awal film, penonton mana ngerti kenapa dia mati kecelakaan. Yang ada di persepsi adalah orang itu celaka. Ternyata, di ujung cerita, orang itulah yang jadi penentu keselamatan seorang anak yang gak dapet donor jantung. Nah, kalau dari perspektif si cewek, dia kecelakaan. Tapi dari perspektif anak, dia terselamatkan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Misal lagi, aku baca buku The Five People You Meet in Heaven-nya Mitch Albom, perspektifku pun melebar juga karena di situ diceritakan mengenai seorang anak yang ternyata sukses menyelamatkan bola bisbolnya dan secara gak sengaja 'membunuh' seorang pria yang sedang nyetir dan menghindari tubuh kecilnya yang tiba-tiba nongol di jalanan. Segala hal yang terjadi itu ternyata menjadi penyeimbang hal lain. Itu kan yang Tuhan kerjakan. Di sinilah pengertian baik dan gak baik, atau cinta dan gak cinta itu jadi bias buat aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jika ada pertanyaan, 'Kenapa begini, Tuhan? Kenapa begitu, Tuhan?', bahkan, waktu aku mbaca postingan Ps. Eve yang &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/notes/evelyn-nadeak/gods-unconditional-love/10150313586872969"&gt;ini&lt;/a&gt; pun... errr, &lt;i&gt;yeah, tell me about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mengutip &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/notes/evelyn-nadeak/gods-unconditional-love/10150313586872969"&gt;tulisan Ps. Eve&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the midst of lost, pain and grieve, people will be cornered with arising questions deep in their soul, 'Why God? Why?' In the midst of our greatest fall, too deep for our human&amp;nbsp;comprehension, too dark for our heart to take...we question, 'Would God still love us?'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertanyaanku bukan ke 'apa Tuhan masih mencintaiku', tapi 'memang apa sih definisi cintaNya'? Maksudnya gini, yeah, tentu aja Tuhan mencintai manusia, udah seharusnya. Katanya &lt;i&gt;God is love, &lt;/i&gt;jika Tuhan itu cinta, dia gak bisa memungkiri jati diriNya dan apa yang telah dilakukanNya atas dasar cinta. Kalau Tuhan menciptakan manusia dengan inti dan jati diriNya, ya udah selazimnya Ia mengasihi. Pertanyaan 'Why God? Why?' itu lebih ke bertanya-tanya karena kapasitas otak manusia yang dibikin kecil dan kapasitas hati yang dibikin tak terbatas (menurutku sih...), gak mengerti apa yang ada di pikiranNya. Yang membuat manusia gak bisa nyombong dan berasa benar, alih-alih manusia akan angkat tangan nyerah dan bilang, 'Yes, God. I trust in You.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kata 'seharusnya' memang selalu jadi kata andalan(ku) yang GILAK SUSAH BENER KALAO DIPRAKTEKIN. Ah, yaaaah... untuk bisa percaya kalau Tuhan itu baik dan Ia mencintai semua orang dan Yesus yang diutusNya adalah untuk menebus semua manusia di bumi aja harus berdasarkan kasih karunia yang Dia beri. Jadi, dengan kasih karuniaNya itu... boleh gak sih keingintahuan ini sedikit disingkapkan? Tuhan? Boleh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mentorku bilang, Tuhan sih bisa ya ngasih tau penjelasannya sekarang. Seakan Dia gak punya alasan aja gitu setelah ngelakuin apa yang Dia udah lakuin. Ya ada lah alesannya, ada lah jawabannya, tapi... coba aja pikirin ya. Kalau aku pengin bikin &lt;i&gt;surprise party &lt;/i&gt;buat temen yang ulangtaon, terus aku bikin dia nangis, berasa dikerjain, sampe dia marah-marah gilak, lalu sebelum puncak acara, aku jelasin kalau aku lagi bikin &lt;i&gt;surprise party &lt;/i&gt;untuk dia. JIAAAAH... GAK SERU LAGI WOI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boleh jadi, sekarang ini itulah yang bisa aku pegang mengenai kebaikan dan cinta Tuhan. Wooohohoho, Dia kan lagi bikin &lt;i&gt;surprise &lt;/i&gt;buat aku yak? Aku mati-matian nanya KENAPA TUHAN?! Nyalah-nyalahin Tuhan karena penasaran dan rasa sakit yang 'dibuatNya', padahal kalau diliat dari sisi Dia, Dia lagi liatin aku kali yak sambil senyum-senyum dan bilang, "Liat aja nanti, liat aja nanti."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, &lt;i&gt;well. &lt;/i&gt;Menjawab pertanyaan yang gak pernah kejawab (sejauh ini), dulu aku nyerah dengan jawaban:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;TUHAN TAU SEMUANYA, DIA PUNYA RENCANA YANG SEMPURNA. OTAK TUHAN GAK BISA DITANDINGI DENGAN KEMAMPUAN OTAKMU, JADI KALAU SEKARANG BANYAK YANG GAK NGERTI, PERCAYA AJA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang meskipun gak begitu puas dengan penyerahan diri akan jawaban itu, aku memilih untuk milih 'jawaban' yang satu lagi:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kenali hati Tuhan, miliki hubungan, lalu kamu akan satu per satu dapet potongan &lt;i&gt;puzzle &lt;/i&gt;dari pertanyaan-pertanyaanmu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekali lagi, Tuhan bukan jin, tukang sulap, dan begitu-begituan yang cring sana, cring sini, jaaadi! Dia individu yang mau ditemui, dicari, dan disayang; sama seperti aku. Kalau aku jadi temanNya, potongan-potongan &lt;i&gt;puzzle &lt;/i&gt;itu akan tersingkap sendiri sejalan dengan level kedekatanku dengan Tuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mungkin dengan begitu juga, justru aku jadi ngerti ya bahwa keseimbangan yang Dia ciptakan, yang seringkali disalahartikan, itu dasarnya cinta. Yah, aku akan ngerti juga sih. Kalau gak semua hal perlu diselidiki oleh akal, tapi ditelisik oleh hati. Makanya, menurutku, kapasitas hati untuk memberi dan menerima gak ada batasnya, sementara otak dibuat terbatas. Ya, gak sih?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-5393447891767381081?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/5393447891767381081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=5393447891767381081&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5393447891767381081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5393447891767381081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-god-good.html' title='Is God Good?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvLeBB12Ymc/Tl4x-3Ahq-I/AAAAAAAABN4/h-2GHFjthsc/s72-c/Sandwich11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4935296371533948393</id><published>2011-06-21T02:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T02:02:25.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Ecclesiastes [Chapter I]</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Vanity of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vanity of vanities," says the Preacher;&lt;br /&gt;"Vanity of vanities, all is vanity."&lt;br /&gt;What profit has a man from all his labor,&lt;br /&gt;in which he toils under the sun?&lt;br /&gt;One generation passes away,&lt;br /&gt;and another generation comes;&lt;br /&gt;but the earth abides forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun also reises, and the sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;and hastens to the place where it arose.&lt;br /&gt;The wind goes toweard the south,&lt;br /&gt;and turns around to the north.&lt;br /&gt;The wind whirls about continually,&lt;br /&gt;and comes again on its circuit.&lt;br /&gt;All the rivers run into the sea,&lt;br /&gt;yet the sea is not full.&lt;br /&gt;To the place from which the rivers come,&lt;br /&gt;there they return again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things are full of labor; man cannot express it.&lt;br /&gt;The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which has been is what will be,&lt;br /&gt;that which is done is what will be done,&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing new under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything of which it may be said, "See, this is new"? It has already been in ancient times before us. There is no remembrance of former things, nor will there be any remembrance of things that are to come by those who will come after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Grief of Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the Preacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. And I set my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all that is done under heaven; this grievous task God has given to the sons of man, by which they may be exercised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and indeed, all is vanity and grasping for the wind. What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I communed with my heart, saying, "Look, I have attained greatness, and have gained more wisdom than all who were before me in jerusalem. My heart has understood great wisdom and knowledge." And I set my heart to know wisdom and to know madness and folly. I perceived that this also is grasping for the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in much wisdom is much grief, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4935296371533948393?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4935296371533948393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4935296371533948393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4935296371533948393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4935296371533948393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/06/book-of-ecclesiastes-chapter-i_21.html' title='The Book of Ecclesiastes [Chapter I]'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-3259317799646413587</id><published>2011-06-21T01:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T01:00:02.538+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><title type='text'>Ecclesiastes 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;A Time for Everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For everything there is a season,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to keep, and a time to cast away;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time to love, and a time to hate;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a time for war, and a time for peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The God-Given Task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What gain has the worker from his toil?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have seen the business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has made everything &lt;u&gt;beautiful in its time&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, he has put &lt;u&gt;eternity&lt;/u&gt; into man's heart,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yet &lt;u&gt;so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I perceived that there is nothing better for them than &lt;u&gt;to be joyful and to do good&lt;/u&gt; as long as they live;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;also that everyone should eat and drink and &lt;u&gt;take pleasure in all his toil&lt;/u&gt;—this is God's &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;gift&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I perceived that whatever God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it. God has done it, so that people fear before him. That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already has been; and God seeks what has been driven away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;From Dust to Dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moreover, I saw under the sun that in the place of justice, even there was wickedness, and in the place of righteousness, even there was wickedness. I said in my heart, God will judge the righteous and the wicked, for there is a time for every matter and for every work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I said in my heart with regard to the children of man that God is testing them that they may see that they themselves are but beasts. For what happens to the children of man and what happens to the beasts is the same; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;as one dies, so dies the other&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They all have the same breath, and man has no advantage over the beasts, for all is vanity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return. Who knows whether the spirit of man goes upward and the spirit of the beast goes down into the earth? So I saw that there is nothing better than that a man should rejoice in his work, &lt;u&gt;for that is his lot&lt;/u&gt;. Who can bring him to see what will be after him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-3259317799646413587?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/3259317799646413587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=3259317799646413587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3259317799646413587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3259317799646413587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/06/ecclesiastes-3.html' title='Ecclesiastes 3'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-3310238177744462143</id><published>2011-05-02T02:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:09:15.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Indescribable</title><content type='html'>by: Chris Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the highest of height and the depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Creation's revealing Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;From the colors of fall and the fragrance of the spring&lt;br /&gt;Every creature's unique in the song that it sings&lt;br /&gt;All exclaiming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go&lt;br /&gt;Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow&lt;br /&gt;Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light&lt;br /&gt;Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night&lt;br /&gt;None can fathom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable&lt;br /&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All powerful, untameable&lt;br /&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;br /&gt;That You are amazing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomparable, unchangeable&lt;br /&gt;You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm loved. That's enough as an answer.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-3310238177744462143?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/3310238177744462143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=3310238177744462143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3310238177744462143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3310238177744462143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/05/indescribable.html' title='Indescribable'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-5113045204619377980</id><published>2011-05-01T02:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:20:37.312+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Attitude #1</title><content type='html'>Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;For loving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-5113045204619377980?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/5113045204619377980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=5113045204619377980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5113045204619377980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5113045204619377980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/05/gratitude-attitude-1.html' title='Gratitude Attitude #1'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-3522572039296743567</id><published>2011-04-30T23:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:51:47.167+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Trusting God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have difficulties trusting God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my journey of life (which is short), I went through some stages of trust. When I was a little kid, I was convinced about God the Father, the Provider, the Healer. When I was a teenager, I experienced Him more as a Dad and a best friend. I loved and trusted Him. As a young adult, I begin doubting Him. I think God doesn't exist. He exists only in our mind. But I've gone through it and believed He's real, of course. I was a fool believing in such thing. Then I doubt His goodness. I think He's playing on us, on human, on ME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was devastated by my mom's death. She committed suicide when I was four. As I grew without a mother, I began searching for a mother figure. Until now. I blame God for He gives the human free will. I hate God because of my thoughts. I think, if God knows everything, He would've known from the beginning of the world that my mom would've died committing suicide. Did He also plan that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On, and on, and on my thoughts go. I couldn't find any answer for my questions. Although I always feel bad when I don't trust God, I keep questioning Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, for now, I give up. My friend said He might answer me in a way I've never imagined. He will answer my questions, but might not be the way you ask Him to do. Remember, God is not someone you could tame, no? He has His own ways and considerations (which are far from your small, tiny bity thoughts).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I guess I'll just get back to trusting God. I know He still loves me and maybe He's preparing His answers for me now, as I learn to trust (WHATEVER) in Him (again).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I googled 'trusting god'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TS-HKfxHpY/Tbw7gnYgJfI/AAAAAAAABHk/6oSLE-qQ2Mg/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TS-HKfxHpY/Tbw7gnYgJfI/AAAAAAAABHk/6oSLE-qQ2Mg/s400/Picture+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most of the articles say the same thing about trusting God. But what I found in my iMac is actually a short paragraph in a word document saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You answer me in amazing ways, God my Savior." -Psalm 65:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God never turns His back on those who ask honest questions. He never did in the Old Testament; nor in the New Testament. He will not turn away from you. In learning to depend on God, we must accept that we may not know all the answers, but we know who knows the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe it's His way in reminding me to... trust Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I made this to remind myself again and again, and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2gZSfwg387w/Tbw7xrGWoSI/AAAAAAAABHo/zEtPcIEuJNQ/s1600/God+is+good+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2gZSfwg387w/Tbw7xrGWoSI/AAAAAAAABHo/zEtPcIEuJNQ/s400/God+is+good+02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Copy it if you want. I did put it as my wallpaper. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He reminds me of when I was a kid. As a kid, I really believed whatever I was told. Somebody told me, "When it rains, ask God to stop the rain. And it will stop." I did. And the rain (always) stopped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That happened, many many times. I was amazed myself that He listened to my little voice, having faith in Jesus' name. It's like He was being a Father who treats his daughter lovingly, trying to make her believe in Him by answering little things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(and as a result, I never brought and bought umbrellas--since the rain always stopped whenever I told the sky to! I'm not a rain maker or something like it~ Was just a little girl with little faith~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, come to think of it, if God grants me little things and cares about my little heart, how much more He cares about my questions now. He considers answering me in HIS ways. I believe so. He wants me to believe in Him in another stage of trust. Not about the physical rain, but the spiritual rain--for instance. How I handle my doubts, how I surrender to Him my life and my thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God knows it's not easy for me to surrender. I'm very attached to my thoughts. "For what He thinks, He is." &amp;lt;-- remember?&amp;nbsp;But I believe He's (unlike me) consistent. He's true to His words, He's faithful, and the Holy Spirit is patient. He'll guide me in each inch of my footsteps, going up and up and up to a higher level of trust. It's my decision whether to take it, leave it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe He'll answer my questions. Maybe not in a way I've imagined. But it's definite that He'll somehow answer me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, it's exhausting to always rebel against God. This can't go forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Trust in the LORD and lean not on your own understanding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;In all your ways, acknowledge Him, He'll make your path straight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. God, I trust You. But please, please give me some hints to my questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-3522572039296743567?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/3522572039296743567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=3522572039296743567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3522572039296743567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3522572039296743567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/04/trusting-god.html' title='Trusting God'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--TS-HKfxHpY/Tbw7gnYgJfI/AAAAAAAABHk/6oSLE-qQ2Mg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-6652313953960951877</id><published>2011-01-26T22:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:41:34.285+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I give the director seat to you. Jesus. I have given up myself. I'm tired, God. I give myself to You, so You be me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I trust You, Jesus. It's You in me. It's not me. It's You. Therefore I know I can change. It's no longer me operating the factory. It's no longer me sitting on the director seat. Therefore I know that I can be what You intend me to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I trust the director of my life. I trust You, Jesus. I am Your daughter, Father. The King of all kings. The majestic King. The King over all the universe. The one that rules over the stars, bigger than I am. The Almighty who directs where the waters in the sea should go, he decides to offer me choices. Whether He can rule over my heart. He offer me Himself to sit on the director seat. But He doesn't force me. He has all the power, but He chooses not to use His superpower. He cares about my heart more than about His reputation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm weary of ruling myself. But when I give director seat to You, I begin to trust in You, Jesus. And I believe, the greatness, true greatness, the plan, true plan that You have laid before me, I will be led there. You are like Aslan. Not seen, but are there. Always there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not anxious. I know I can change. Because my body is now Yours. I don't use it for my own pleasure. I don't use my eyes to see worthless things. I don't use my hands to do worthless work. I don't go to where I know the place of sin. My body is Yours, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My eyes are Yours. It's Your eyes in my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My brain is Yours. It's Your thoughts in my skull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hands are Yours. It's Your works that I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I will be excellent and I will glorify You, My Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My feet are Yours. I will never lose my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sexuality is created for Your purpose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to be holy. I choose to be holy. The road might not be easy, I know it. But, Jesus, You are in me. You are sitting in the director seat. I fear nothing. I know I'm protected fully by You. I know I am strong with You. I know, Jesus, I know. I fear nothing. I lack nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will achieve the dreams that You've put inside me. Those that tell about how You love me. Those that will enrich Your vision in little children. I will achieve the dreams that You have in me. I, with Jesus, will not fear of challenge. I know, Jesus is with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I fear nothing. I fear nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am NOT a victim. I am a VICTOR. You are the God of breakthrough. I put my financial life in Your hands. I put my dreams in Your hands. I put my thoughts in Your hands. Jesus, take over my seat. Here, here, take it. Take my seat and lead me in Your ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me, You tell me what to do. Exactly what to do. Break my heart for what breaks Your heart. Let my flesh long for You. Let my soul thirst for You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quench me in Your love. Dry me from the world worthless things and pour me Your SELF. I trust in You. God, I trust in You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-6652313953960951877?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/6652313953960951877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=6652313953960951877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6652313953960951877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6652313953960951877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/01/yesterday-i-give-director-seat-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-3986542824702775819</id><published>2011-01-10T00:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:03:46.128+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"There is no one else but You..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9 Januari 2010 - 23:51&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hujan di luar. Kolak sisa di atas meja. Manusia-manusia di kamar-kamar. Malam ini sepi. Mungkin karena hujan yang bertamu di waktu yang tepat. Hari ini masih hari Minggu. Aku teringat sesuatu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku belum menanggapiNya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi pagi, di tengah suara nyanyian kencang wanita di belakang, &lt;i&gt;"For You are great, You do miracle so great..."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;samar-samar kudengar kataNya, "Kalau kamu percaya dan mengakui kebesaran&lt;b&gt;Ku&lt;/b&gt;, kamu tidak meragukan kebesaran&lt;b&gt;mu&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagu terdengar lagi, kencang-kencang, &lt;i&gt;"For You are great..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan samar-samar, "Kalau kamu meragukan kebesaran&lt;b&gt;mu&lt;/b&gt;, kamu meragukan kemampuan&lt;b&gt;Ku&lt;/b&gt;. Aku menciptakan&lt;b&gt;mu&lt;/b&gt;, dengan kemampuan&lt;b&gt;Ku&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku belum menanggapi. Aku masih bernyanyi. Mengikuti sang Worship Leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...there is no one else like You..."&lt;/i&gt; begitu lagunya dinyanyikan lagi, &lt;i&gt;"There is no one else like You..." &lt;/i&gt;lagi, dan kali ini (entah bagaimana) aku menyanyikannya berbeda,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"There is no one else but You..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lalu samar-samar, "Kalau kamu mengakui tidak ada yang lain selain Aku, maka &lt;b&gt;kamu--dirimu pun &lt;/b&gt;harus tidak ada."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There is &lt;b&gt;no one else but You&lt;/b&gt;..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nyanyian selesai. Aku belum menanggapi. Ps. Indri Gautama mulai berkhotbah.&amp;nbsp;Jelas sekali beliau bicara, "Untuk menjadi sukses, Yesus harus semakin bertambah, dan kamu harus semakin berkurang!" Nampaknya, tanggapanku yang lambat membuatNya begitu tak sabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bolehkah malam ini aku menanggapi? Aku tahu, aku penuh dengan diriku sendiri. Pengetahuanku, perasaanku, perilakuku, kesenanganku, kemauanku. Kalau aku sukses, itu untuk diriku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teringat Ps. Indri bicara, "Until then... you can say, 'To God be the glory!'"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Until when?" tanyaku pada diriku sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Until you surrender yourself, to My will."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akan kutundukkan pikiranku di bawah pikiranNya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akan kulawan kemauanku di bawah kemauanNya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akan kututup (dan kubuka) mulutku di bawah perintahNya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For You are great, You do miracle so great, there is no one else but You..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, Tuhan. Aku percaya kebesaran&lt;b&gt;Mu&lt;/b&gt; di dalam&lt;b&gt;ku&lt;/b&gt;. Aku percaya bukan diriku sendiri, tapi Engkau di dalam aku. Ya, Tuhan, aku percaya kemampuanMu yang menciptakan kebesaranku. Sampai nanti dapat kukatakan, "To God, be all the glory."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sayup-sayup kudengar lagi. Musik yang sama seperti di pagi tadi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There is no one else but You..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, Tuhan.&amp;nbsp;Tidak ada yang lain selain Engkau. Tidak bahkan diriku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He must increase, but I must decrease.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[He must grow more prominent; I must grow less so.]"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 3:30 (AMP)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-3986542824702775819?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/3986542824702775819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=3986542824702775819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3986542824702775819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3986542824702775819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-no-one-else-but-you.html' title='&quot;There is no one else but You...&quot;'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-6114593957378523402</id><published>2011-01-03T01:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:07:31.334+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I had a dinner with dad.</title><content type='html'>I got a gift for him. Two pieces of tie (one blue batik and one silver), and I asked, "Do you like it?" Dad said, "I like it." And he smiled. (And to the extent of this scene, he gave me a gift, too. A necklace. Well, dad always give me necklace, just like the old days. And the choice of his necklaces aren't always my choice; but somehow, they're always my favorite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I bought him tie? Because when I was still at kung-kung's house, there are some pieces of tie that I hung on the side of my bed (I don't know whose ties those are--apparently my uncle's), dad saw it and said, "For me, okay?" And I thought that I better buy him some. When I got money. (You know God, many times when I wanted to buy him gifts, it's always about the money that I should spend that made me hesitate--well, gifts aren't all about the price, no? But... well...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as now I have worked and earned my own money (of course it's Yours, still), I can bless my Dad. And so I'm proud with myself for being able to give him gifts (that I know he would love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I bought those ties at Centro (with Monaco and Deby), and I announced to them in a cheerful tone--it was not intended to be cheerful, "Dad would be very happy that I bought him these ties. I know it!" And at that time, I remember You, my Papa God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I give to Papa God that I can gladly say 'Papa God would be very happy if I...'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question interfered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What can I give to Him?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what are you doing everyday?" Now God interferes me.&lt;br /&gt;"I work. I play games. I read books. I browse on the internet. I sin. I reason. I ignore.&amp;nbsp;I, I... (intend to) forget about You--and Your words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that is that. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I went to church, the songs they sang say, "I will worship You" reminded me about what Ps. Indri has always said about worship, "Worshipping isn't everything about singing and jumping but by being excellent in your deeds." and "Being spiritual is everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I spiritual from Monday to Saturday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this has bothered me, often. Really. (Don't laugh, please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about your room? When your friends come in, they won't stay long enough." (Only me stay long enough--even sometimes I myself don't like it being too messy; I just reason with myself that I like it this way just to cover my laziness--meh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something in my heart says, "There are eyeballs examining your deeds, whether they're good, or bad. Eyeballs that are just across your room. Eyeballs that are inside two rooms beside your room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it clearer, "YOU WON'T BE A BLESSING TO THOSE UNBELIEVERS IF YOU ARE L-A-Z-Y!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about your work? Do you really do your best?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, I know I'm not monitored. I lack of discipline in time management. I pursue excellence, but my deeds say the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, again, something in my heart says, "There are eyeballs examining your work, whether you make your time efficient or not. Whether you use your company's money effectively or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I know I KNOW I don't. And, that is not an integrated quality of a daughter of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it clearer, "How will you glorify God with THAT KIND OF ATTITUDE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's get back to when I bought my dad ties, question about giving God what will make God happy. To be concise, it's souls. Souls make God happy (more than happy, I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOW DO I WIN SOULS WITH THAT-THAT-THAT KIND OF ATTITUDE? OF LAZINESS, OF IGNORANCE, OF REASONING, OF LISTENING TO MY OWN THOUGHTS AND JUSTIFY MYSELF--EVEN IF I KNOW I'M WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, God. Until I obey You, then I will have peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I asked God to ALWAYS interfere me, and to NEVER let me go away from Him. He does. He ALWAYS interferes me. And, too, He NEVER lets me go away from Him. (He granted my wish, thank Him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now, God. Here's my new commitment. I. Will. Obey. Clean my super-messy room. Fix my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, God. My obedience would be my gift to You. Will you be happy? God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-6114593957378523402?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/6114593957378523402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=6114593957378523402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6114593957378523402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6114593957378523402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-had-dinner-with-dad.html' title='Today, I had a dinner with dad.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-685737995669335121</id><published>2011-01-03T00:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:26:44.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello~ Happy New Year, dearest you~ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it's new year already, and everyone's making a new commitment, I'll just start to make one (or more), too. Not because everyone's doing it, though. It's because I don't want this year to be just the same as the previous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, the first priority is to fix my relationship with my God. He, up above. He, deep inside. He, misses me. I know. I do, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, God, here is my commitment. Would You please help me do it everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will have a conversation with God. Back to what I always did, an hour a day. Just us. Me, God. Us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will write what we talk about. What You teach me. And how I apply it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will use my talent, this writing skill, in every way that I can (and like). Poems, songs, articles, anything. For You. (Would You love that, God?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, God, I know (and You know) that I'm no perfect. I know I will somehow forget, or too much reasoning that I don't have a conversation with You (or just to stay silent and let You talk), but! Please, please, please, God. Please help me. This is my commitment from today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been wanting experiences with You. More, more than I have experienced before, God. Please, please let me know You more, God. Wake me up, stir my heart, get me to stand (and bow) before You. Let me walk with You. Tell my mind to stop listening to my own thoughts and start listening to You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please, please, please, God. Please help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-685737995669335121?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/685737995669335121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=685737995669335121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/685737995669335121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/685737995669335121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-commitment.html' title='New Year, New Commitment'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1627588723978301253</id><published>2010-11-29T10:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:01:13.209+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna lift You higher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fbcolathe.org/clientimages/35530/worship%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.fbcolathe.org/clientimages/35530/worship%201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not by my hands,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but by the result of my deeds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1627588723978301253?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1627588723978301253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1627588723978301253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1627588723978301253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1627588723978301253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wanna-lift-you-higher.html' title='I wanna lift You higher.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-464431176014482820</id><published>2010-11-04T02:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T02:48:14.209+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I told you about my philosophy of thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/TNG8BiZU-uI/AAAAAAAABDs/mzK70_hp0FA/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/TNG8BiZU-uI/AAAAAAAABDs/mzK70_hp0FA/s640/Picture+1.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that before I dive into the waters, I should know beforehand, the risks, the depth, the taste of the water, and everything I need to prevent. I should know first. So I'd be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such thinking is somehow useful. But, who can really experience something by just knowing it all? One should dive. Get his butts sulked in the water. Experience the fear. The joy. The depth of the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we should know every possible risk that can occur during our journey. That way, we prevent unnecessary regrets. When we're consumed by our emotion, we tend to act impulsively. But know, we have brain and time. So there's always space for us to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be risks that we won't know yet. That's why we should have stocks (many stocks) of hope and faith. So we can go through. When we come to (what we think) the edge of a cliff, we never know that we actually have wings. To fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and then you'd be surprised. That the sky is limitless. At least, you know. You are under the control of the limitless God of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever you make a decision, think through. The risks, where your weaknesses are, your strengths, and determine your hopes. Know that you'd never never ever lose hope. You might lose control, but God who holds your hands, He won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And lean not on your own understanding;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In all your ways acknowledge Him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And He shall direct your paths.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.b. About the title, maybe it's not a philosophy of thinking, I just don't quite know what I should call it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-464431176014482820?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/464431176014482820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=464431176014482820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/464431176014482820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/464431176014482820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-i-told-you-about-my-philosophy-of.html' title='Have I told you about my philosophy of thinking?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/TNG8BiZU-uI/AAAAAAAABDs/mzK70_hp0FA/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-156301581414180116</id><published>2010-10-25T15:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:19:54.078+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see that my own voice is louder than God's. But when I be silent, God speaks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should silence my mind in order to hear God. If I'm full with my own thoughts and reasoning, how do I hear what He says?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost all the time, I know that what I think, those reasoning, and thoughts from many sources are not the right thing to think about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a heart that's not affected by any information. The heart that once He owned. That I don't realize, it's still His.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see that my heart is not mine. Even though I try to protect it and take it back myself. It's not mine anymore. That's why it hears Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God creates a heart that can hear His voice. Everyone's got such heart. You know who and what I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you think God laughs at you? No. He loves you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize what I think is my strength is actually my strongest weakness. But God said that His strength works best in my weakness. Thing is, do I let His strength work in my weakness? Thing is, do I still hold on to what I think is my strength? Do I want to surrender?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love your God with all your mind. Does my mind love God? Is what I'm thinking now tells God "I love You"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-156301581414180116?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/156301581414180116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=156301581414180116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/156301581414180116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/156301581414180116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-see-that-my-own-voice-is-louder-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-6731417418073618221</id><published>2010-10-25T15:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:09:18.494+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an oh-so-smart girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=UTF-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="text/css" http-equiv="Content-Style-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; &lt;meta content="Cocoa HTML Writer" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="949.54" name="CocoaVersion"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px}&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do you know why you have difficulty hearing from God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Because you listen to your own saying rather than God's. Even when you hear Him, you silence Him with your own thoughts and reasoning. Don't you remember that the fools think they are right in their own way? Don't you remember He says not to walk in your own ways, but you should trust Him in all you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why do you think He warns you not to walk in your own understanding? Don't you think it's because He's smarter than you are and that if you trust your own thoughts you would fall and be a fool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Can't you see that your heart floats too high that it blocks your hearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What will you do with your too-high-and-lifted up heart? What will God do if you ask Him for a new heart, a new humbler heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Look at what you're doing. You try to outdo God. You try to think about the things that are too high. You're being the property of the devils.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;God says, "Love God with all your heart, with all your mind, and with all your soul." Does your mind love God? You think with your mind. Is what you're thinking tells God "I love You"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You feel with your heart. Now does your heart love God? Does what you're feeling tells God "I love You"?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You live with your soul. Does your life love God? Is your life telling God "I love You"? When people see your life, do you think they see that you love God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Accept that you can't understand everything. Accept that you're in the system and you cannot outgo the system. Accept that you are where you are for a reason. Accept that you, as a human, is a precious being. That you are special among all creatures. Ah, silence your oh-so-smart thoughts for a moment, and accept the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ask God. Ask God for a humble heart. And know that you should have a humble heart to grow. You cannot have Him rule your heart, and mind, if you still crown your skull with your oh-so-high thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-6731417418073618221?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/6731417418073618221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=6731417418073618221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6731417418073618221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6731417418073618221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-oh-so-smart-girl.html' title='I am an oh-so-smart girl.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1121953707993505683</id><published>2010-09-23T00:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:57:19.752+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reading King David's song in Psalm 119 and reminded about You, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that I said, "I will not forget Your word". Please forgive me for I've forgiven that the truth is Your word. Once again, I want to be in love with Your law, because Your law and Your word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. I believe what You say.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"I have seen the consummation of all perfection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;but Your commandment is exceedingly broad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-Psalm 119:96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Well, I haven't seen the consummation of all perfection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;but I believe, Your commandment is perfect, God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1121953707993505683?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1121953707993505683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1121953707993505683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1121953707993505683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1121953707993505683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-reading-king-davids-song-in-psalm.html' title=''/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-9183712180310003025</id><published>2010-09-23T00:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:45:44.287+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, God talks to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was praying in tongue, along with everybody in the room. Then I saw mountains. And I saw a figure, big figure, unclear but it's above the mountain. And I saw myself. My small self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then He told me, that His name is above every high mountains. That His name and power is above all power in the whole world. That moment, all lies and thoughts of human beings seem small. All that human can think and create is nothing. He got the power. He's big. His name, only His name, shuddered the enemy. And I, am His daughter. He, owns me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God, the Almighty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I, the chosen human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He said He'd chosen me, and yet, I saw myself as a small one. Without enough capacity to conquer the mountains. Struggling with my own wrong belief and small mind. &lt;b&gt;Who am I to belittle myself? &lt;/b&gt;When, indeed, God the Almighty, is telling me, repetitiously,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My name is above everything. My power is above your thoughts. I am the God of impossibility. Who are you to see yourself small? Who are you to belittle yourself? I, am God. And you, are my child. You are given the authority of My name, to make the mountains bow down before you. Before Me. You are chosen. Now free yourself from your own belittling mind, and believe Me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mountains. They are the mountains of media. The field I'm chosen to be in. The media, those that contain crap and lies. Those that drive people's mind. The mountains of wrong belief, wrong perceptions, mountains of lies. Mountains that need to be conquered. I see my friends trapped in confusion, of who God is. Of what they have in their belief system. They are drifted by their own understanding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And God, has chosen me to conquer those mountains. Through what He's given me. The talents, the people, the time, the connection, everything is provided. I, with God's mighty name, can drive people's mind. With the media.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He said He'd open the way. There are people with the same vision, provide the provision. The door He opens, no one can close. The door He closes, no one can open. God said, "I have chosen you. You are my daughter. Know that My name is great."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He personally asked me, "I have chosen you. Are you ready?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I said, "Here I am, Lord. Here I am."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me be what&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You intend me to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I'm free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I have You with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(What surprised me is, what Ps. Indri told us about her vision, confirms mine. God's sending the same message. That we are to have greatness, yet we belittle ourselves and struggle with our small problems. He frees us from ourselves. From our struggles. We are free, to be what He wants us to be.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-9183712180310003025?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/9183712180310003025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=9183712180310003025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/9183712180310003025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/9183712180310003025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-god-talks-to-me.html' title='Today, God talks to me.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1249521115342230379</id><published>2010-09-21T22:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:43:55.034+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Don't tell anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can say that I'm quite a thinker. And I don't hesitate to tell the world what I think. When I hear about something, either a lesson or an opinion, or a doctrine, I tend to ask what's behind the message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can he be sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is the truth itself true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They say we should experience the truth ourselves. I have. I experience God. I experience His works. But the more I live, the more I hear so many voices that conspire about this and that. There are many point of view from many people.They doubt teachings and the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frantically, their doubts make me doubt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seems like doubt is contagious. Just like faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I stand between doubt and faith, God, the truth that I've always trusted, interferes me, "Who are you taking heed to?" And all of a sudden, I feel very foolish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;that I have doubted God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1249521115342230379?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1249521115342230379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1249521115342230379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1249521115342230379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1249521115342230379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-tell-anybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-8287643492794777154</id><published>2010-09-01T18:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:38:05.571+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God’s miracle upon our lives isn’t a miracle for God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;Our sacrifice of life is a miracle to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;Because God knows every every everything, so what He does (that’s considered miracle for us is not miracle for Him). But He wants to please us and shows us His works so that we may delight in Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-8287643492794777154?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/8287643492794777154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=8287643492794777154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8287643492794777154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8287643492794777154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/09/gods-miracle-upon-our-lives-isnt.html' title='God’s miracle upon our lives isn’t a miracle for God.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-3790614268076348262</id><published>2010-08-20T23:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T23:56:10.612+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Your Love</title><content type='html'>I love you like I've not known love before.&lt;br /&gt;You love me like you're the creator of love itself.&lt;br /&gt;We are in love, and this is how it feels. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love sounds sweeter than the melody of the waters.&lt;br /&gt;Your love smells brighter than the fragrance of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love flows deeper than the streams of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Your love looks beautiful, more than the touch of rainfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love touches the core of the heart, gentler than the blow of Heaven's breath.&lt;br /&gt;Your love means deeper than the deepest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me, what else should I be doubtful of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could replace the everlasting existence of Your love?&lt;br /&gt;Only the soul knows, that there's nothing could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I touch the deep of heaven?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I feel the gentle breeze of paradise fragrance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love brings me to the deep, deeper than I can bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I should ask, what else can't a heart give?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Your love would answer, that no heart can give love more than it has been given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..because Your love goes deeper, deeper than the depth of the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love consumes me to the core.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is overwhelmed with something greater than love itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love means more. More than love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A heart, like mine, can't contain it any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love fills. Your love fools.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fills the heart, fools the hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be like fire, I want to be like water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was once locked in a dungeon. Now flows like the rivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love empower the powerless. Your love, stir the impossibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love&amp;nbsp;is the movement of my eyelids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time they blink, it's the time your love touches my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love&amp;nbsp;gives. And never takes back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love supports. And never breaks down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love heals. And never hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love belongs to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Your love which bears all pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Drown, drown deeper. Don't take me out of this love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-3790614268076348262?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/3790614268076348262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=3790614268076348262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3790614268076348262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3790614268076348262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-love.html' title='Your Love'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7821479418546272344</id><published>2010-07-17T07:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T07:04:37.279+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><title type='text'>I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart;</title><content type='html'>before the "gods" I will sing your praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...for You have exalted&amp;nbsp;Your name and Your word,&amp;nbsp;above &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I call, you answer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You made me &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;bold and stouthearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The LORD will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;fulfill HIS purpose&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Psalm 138)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lord, I put my confidence in You. I have valued You in the very core of my heart. In your name, which is above all things, I will boast. People will see that the truth is You. People will turn their back to You. They can go nowhere. Nowhere but to the truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are the truth, God. Above all human's highest thoughts. For You are high. You have exalted your name and your promises, high above all things. Above my ego. Above my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In You I put my confidence. In You, God, I trust, and I have always trusted. Your love is what I'm holding onto. Your faithfulness, God. I will look upon You, my truth. My solid rock. My healer. The world can never satisfy like You do. Yet those people, those who are lost, they find satisfaction from other people. They fall and don't know where they're going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Give me Your love, enough that I can love those people You love. Your desire is my desire. That I may do what is pleasing to You. You're my satisfaction, my source, and the center of my universe. God. You. Nothing else can replace your place in the very corner of this world. People seek everywhere. And they find that they end up in the dead end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You, God. I trust in Your truth. It's You alone that people are looking for in life. I will boast in Your name, O Lord my God. You are my confidence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7821479418546272344?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7821479418546272344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7821479418546272344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7821479418546272344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7821479418546272344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-will-praise-you-o-lord-with-all-my.html' title='I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart;'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-5832362027618675936</id><published>2010-07-12T03:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T04:10:30.095+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever thought of being a pastor?</title><content type='html'>Today, I was asked by a friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Have you ever thought of being a pastor?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was like... perplexed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A... pastor? Why?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yeah, you're good in speech, and you know..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I paused. A pastor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"No." I answered, briefly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You know, I don't wanna be somebody who 'should always' be seen as good. I mean, if you're a pastor, (most) people will be prone to label you as a 'perfect' or holy man who can't do wrong. Because a pastor will be teaching about morality (and what's supposed to be called 'truth'), so people will put moral burden on your shoulders, more than on people of other profession. Once you do wrong, you'd (most likely) be labeled a sinner, and the moral burden would even be heavier than which you have borne before."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I don't wanna bear such burden. I won't take such responsibility." I said. Then I continued, "You know, pastors (and other religious profession) have been a profession that some people are after. We know that in every profession, there are good and bad people. As well as in 'God business'. They consider 'pastor' as a title, regardless all the moral burden they're given; and as a job. A job! I heard that people are applying to be pastors in churches. So, I consider pastor is more than someone who is morally responsible, but it is more of a profession on which people can get money. Ever heard about pastors who cheat on the congregation's money? Plenty of them. Although I know, this kind of situation applies to all profession."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I'm saying is not to offend a particular religion, because it applies to all religion. You know, it's not about the God and the religion, and the law whatsoever, it's about the people behind the religion that makes it bad, or good. I see that a pastor is somebody who is appointed by God to do pastoring. A pastor (as far as I'm concerned) is a shepherd. Their task is to guide and feed the lamb, as well as to protect so the lamb might not get lost. Just like what a shepherd does. But how many 'pastors' are lost? Plenty. And count how many lambs they've caused to be (also) lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And... back to my friend's question, my answered is, again: I won't take such responsibility. It's not that I don't want to bring good impact to people, it's just I'm not sure I'd be committed enough to stick on the image of a good person. The moral burden is too much for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But, keeping a good image, is that what pastors do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why has this been my consideration on that question?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A slight view on what I find true about &lt;a href="http://indrigautama.org/"&gt;Ps. Indri Gautama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told my friend about Ps. Indri, my senior pastor. As a pastor, she is so free. So real, so open, and so true. She tells what she's been through, she doesn't hide or keeps her image as 'good'. Unlike other pastors, she's not afraid of people's opinion. She's bold. She's... so human. She can be afraid, or angry. She can be so loving, and tough. She's, once again, human. And yet, people are following what she's teaching, because she always stresses out that people should look upon the Lord, and not upon her. So when people find out that she's not free from flaws, people understand (and see) that she's also a human. She shows when and how she fell, and how she also managed to get up and stand and walk with God. She's a living proof of what she teaches. She impacts the way I am now. That I'm not afraid to show my own self to the world yet I can stand on what I believe in. On what I value in life. I'm not afraid to show where I've fallen, and how I manage to fix things up. So the saying about God turns mess into message is found true when we're encountered with flaws and mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My pastor is my leader. She's not perfect, and I won't demand any perfection from her, or from anybody. Yet, I love my pastor. Not (only) because of her goodness, but also because of her flaws, and weaknesses. &lt;b&gt;We learn to love by loving the imperfect. True love is loving the imperfect perfectly. Demanding perfection on somebody, is not love. I've learned to love even the flaws in other people. Even in my leader. That's love. Which bears support. And prayer. And help.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being imperfect teaches others that it's okay to make mistakes. I found that in my pastor. Learning from mistakes is what I also find from my pastor. Being in this church, led by Jesus and Ps. Indri, teaches me to understand about qualities of a leader. One of them is imperfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wrote this because I used to think that a pastor is not a human. They are somehow a holy man appointed by God to be way better than mere human. They're special people that cannot sin. They're almost perfect and maybe they hide their wings behind their suits. But as I spend more time with one of the pastors, I found out that they (actually) don't hide any wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A slight view on what I find true about &lt;a href="http://startingfresh2day.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ps. Evelyn Nadeak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ps. Eve, although she is a pastor, she seems more real than the other pastors I've known so far. She's more... human. She's not afraid of expressing herself in many ways. In the way she communicates with people, the way she acts, the way she writes, and everything. She just be the way she is! Unlike other pastors I have seen so far, she is so down to earth and not flying in the midst of the sky! A practical woman, a real human. I don't know, maybe it's because I've never been this close to a pastor before; causing me to not know much about what a pastor is (or should be) like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By seeing her personally, her being, her doing, her thoughts, and other things you can't see from afar, teach me how to love my leader even more. That it's not perfection that binds the relationship, it's the imperfection. Looking at my leader be the way she is pushes me to be even bolder to express the way I am, freely. And responsibly. Seeing the way she prevents from keeping a 'good' image, tells me that a pastor is a (real) human. She's what her title is, but also she's what she is. As a human. That's a quality I found in a (real) pastor. Just like Ps Indri. A human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What I find true about leaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see that being in deep relationship with carecell and church leaders, listening to their stories about loses and winnings, even get me to want to be like them, as well as to support them. They teach me that we love each other regardless our worst flaws and weaknesses. They teach me how to accept each other as a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For that, I thank God. And I thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(Just another) thoughts about being a pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is being a pastor does bear such heavy moral burden? Maybe they do. But out of... love? Out of calling? Hm, I guess there are some people who are called to be pastors. Some. Some others are fulfilling another calling. Right? Like pieces of puzzle, we are called to be what we're called. And that is to put each puzzle pieces for the very purpose of life that God has intended us to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got what I mean? Ah, never mind. I was just... thinking. What... do you think? :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.b.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think I'm just talking about image quality, huh? I'm such a visual person. *smirks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-5832362027618675936?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/5832362027618675936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=5832362027618675936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5832362027618675936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5832362027618675936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/07/ever-thought-of-being-pastor.html' title='Ever thought of being a pastor?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-5176458630247576290</id><published>2010-06-16T18:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:17:47.811+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>Tokoh dan Si Pencipta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mengingat kasus video porno &lt;i&gt;mirip&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Ariel, Luna Maya, dan Cut Tari, beserta kesulitannya para manusia menentukan bagaimana masalah ini diselesaikan: apakah si &lt;i&gt;pemain &lt;/i&gt;adalah asli artis-artis terkenal tersebut, dari mana asal penyebaran video, dan lain-lain. Saya pikir, kok masalah seperti ini berlarut-larut. Bahkan sampai ke media lintas negeri. Susah sekali sepertinya menemukan pemecahannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya pun menerawang. Ke dunia khayal yang menumpuk di otak kanan saya. Ke dunia masa kecil, ketika saya dapat berkhayal tanpa digunjingkan orang dewasa. Saya berpikir tentang Detektif Conan. Oh, andai saja Detektif Conan benar-benar ada, pasti kasus dapat terpecahkan dalam minimal tiga hari. Ini sudah lebih dari dua minggu tidak selesai-selesai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gUdAP0pHGoA/SkDdzGx2D7I/AAAAAAAAACI/zNbb34ZY5zU/S1600-R/detective_conan_wallpaper_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gUdAP0pHGoA/SkDdzGx2D7I/AAAAAAAAACI/zNbb34ZY5zU/S1600-R/detective_conan_wallpaper_01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detektif_Conan"&gt;Detektif Conan&lt;/a&gt;, bagi yang tidak tahu, adalah tokoh komik ciptaan Aoyama Gosho. Tokoh itu adalah seorang anak SMU yang sekaligus seorang detektif muda. Kasus-kasus ternama telah dipecahkannya. Dan dengan sangat mudah ia dapat menganalisa sesuatu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yah, saya pikir, kalau saja Detektif Conan benar ada, pasti tidak serumit ini masalah video porno saja. Ah, saya sedang berangan-angan. Tak apa, bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lalu saya berpikir, &lt;i&gt;well, &lt;/i&gt;tokoh ya hanya sekedar tokoh. Fiksi. Tapi siapa yang lebih hebat dari Detektif Conan, adalah otak di balik tokoh tersebut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object3/1382/107/n49505710228_3904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object3/1382/107/n49505710228_3904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si pencipta tokoh. &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aoyama_Gosho"&gt;Aoyama Gosho&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tulisan ini terinspirasi dari &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/missviona/status/16295366611"&gt;tweet saya sendiri&lt;/a&gt; menanggapi kasus Ariel-Luna Maya yang tak habis-habis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya seringkali berpikir bahwa tokoh-tokoh khayalan di dunia manga itu nyata. Dan ternyata saya tidak sendirian. Banyak juga yang berkhayal andai Doraemon itu benar ada, andai SpongeBob dan rumah nanas-nya benar-benar ada. Oh, lucu sekali memang. Tapi mungkin kita terlalu sering berkhayal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lupa, kalau tokoh-tokoh itu adalah wujud dari pemikiran dan otak si pencipta.&amp;nbsp;Saya mengagumi tokoh, tapi lupa tokoh tersebut hanyalah hasil pemikiran si pencipta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini lalu membawa pikiran saya kepada bagaimana saya mengidolakan manusia. Banyak orang begitu mengelu-elukan tokoh. Saya juga. Saya mengelukan pendeta saya. Saya mengangkat topi pada kehebatan berpikirnya. Kelancaran kreativitasnya yang tidak terbendung.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya seringkali terlalu menuntut &lt;i&gt;idola &lt;/i&gt;saya sebagai sosok sempurna. Padahal, kita sama-sama manusia. Tidak luput dari salah. Salah bicara, salah bertindak, salah memandang situasi, yah, salah. Bagaimanapun, tokoh itu hanyalah wujud pemikiran dari si Pencipta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wujud pemikiran Tuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lalu, kenapa saya lebih mengelukan tokoh, daripada si Pencipta? Bukankah Aoyama Gosho jauh lebih hebat dari Detektif Conan? Ia yang merancangkan kasus, sekaligus pemecahannya, sekaligus intrik dan detil-detil karakter tokoh dan permasalahannya. Sedangkan tokoh itu sendiri adalah salah satu bagian dari rancangan besar Aoyama Gosho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya jadi belajar, bahwa &lt;i&gt;idola &lt;/i&gt;yang sesungguhnya adalah kepada si Pencipta, bukan pada si tokoh. Betul, toh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuhan. Ia yang seharusnya menjadi &lt;i&gt;idola &lt;/i&gt;saya. Saya bukan tidak bisa mengagumi ciptaanNya, justru mengagumi dan mengangkat topi itu bagus. Tapi kalau saya mengagumi ciptaanNya melebihi si Pencipta, oh saya bodoh. Kalau saya percaya pada tokoh melebihi saya percaya pada Pencipta tokoh, saya seperti berpegangan pada pohon toge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ia-lah pemilik rancangan besar. Sedangkan tokoh adalah seorang yang sama-sama berada di dalam rancangan seperti saya. Ibarat di dalam dunia komik, tokoh dan saya ada di dalam lembaran kertas yang sama di dalam buku komik, sedangkan si Pencipta sedang memegang buku itu dan membaca lembaran-lembarannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya seringkali sombong. Tuhan yang besar tidak saya hargai melebihi tokoh yang saya anuti. Padahal, &lt;a href="http://www.sabda.org/sabdaweb/bible/chapter/?b=24&amp;amp;c=17"&gt;kataNya&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Diberkatilah orang yang mengandalkan TUHAN, yang menaruh harapannya pada TUHAN!&amp;nbsp;Ia akan seperti pohon yang ditanam di tepi air, yang merambatkan akar-akarnya ke tepi batang air, dan yang tidak mengalami datangnya panas terik, yang daunnya tetap hijau, yang tidak kuatir dalam tahun kering, dan yang tidak berhenti menghasilkan buah."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya bertanya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Siapa pencipta tokoh? Tuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siapa pencipta &lt;i&gt;scenery &lt;/i&gt;dan segala isi bumi, pohon, air, musim panas terik, tahun kering? Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan tokoh hanyalah alat Tuhan untuk menyampaikan pesan, menjadi contoh seperti apa pemikiran Tuhan.&amp;nbsp;Sementara tokoh adalah juga manusia. Dan manusia akan mengecewakan, maka saya taruh harapan dan kepercayaan penuh hanya pada si Pencipta, bukan pada tokoh. Hormati tokoh, ikuti cara hidupnya. Tapi, hormati Tuhan jauh di atas tokoh. Karena Dia perancang segala cerita. Yang pangkalnya adalah kebaikan dan cinta. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't put your life in the hands of experts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who know nothing of life, of salvation life."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Psalm 146:3&amp;nbsp;(The Message)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is better to trust in the Lord Than to put confidence in man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is better to trust in the Lord Than to put confidence in princes."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Psalm 118:8-9&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-5176458630247576290?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/5176458630247576290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=5176458630247576290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5176458630247576290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5176458630247576290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/06/tokoh-dan-si-pencipta.html' title='Tokoh dan Si Pencipta'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gUdAP0pHGoA/SkDdzGx2D7I/AAAAAAAAACI/zNbb34ZY5zU/s72-Rc/detective_conan_wallpaper_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-225655847101952408</id><published>2010-05-21T03:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T03:08:39.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>Sceptics, hush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People choose their own way and blame God when they feel wrong. What an irony. The thing is, they don't listen and think they're right. I once told Benita and Deby that I tend to see/find mistakes behind something I see or am told about. It's not because I want to prove that it's wrong, but instead, I want to prove that it's right. So when I meet people who ask about it, I know how to answer them from the wrong and the right perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do find mistakes for the sake of turning people down, then I'll sound like those hypocrites who do critics and find no solutions. I am not those people. I would be like the pharisees who study the law only to criticize. No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask why, I wanna know why from many sides and many perspectives. So I can analyze things objectively, not personally. And I'm humbling myself to admit that I don't know much, and I need to learn. My question should be out of curiosity, and solution-focused. Not doubt (as the cause of questioning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the point where I'm humble enough to ask, not to question. Out of a humble heart, not a doubtful heart. A doubtful heart is a proud heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know God, experience Him. To feel the breeze of the nature, get out of your room. The irony is, people think that God is a product of their own imagination. I know there are certain beliefs with different opinions about this. I read about it, too. Since I am curious, why do people seem so sceptic about God and yet so afraid about ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony I've always found is people fear ghosts and the devil/supernatural being (and their power) more than who God is! How great is the liar, the devil. People believe that satan has power over people's lives more than God do. Many believe that God has nothing to do with people's lives and satan's got everything to do with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sin, because they hate God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you think God is a lovely God who's got no power? Or He's a cruel God that would finally dump all human and His creation? You really have to learn to (a little it) know Him and His heart. He's not stupid! Maybe you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan diskeptisin, setan ditakutin! lalu kalau orang menjadi depresi, salahkan Tuhan lalu lari ke setan! Gosh, mereka harus lihat apa yang mereka lakukan dari pandangan mata Tuhan sekali-kali! Memangnya Tuhan babu disuruh-suruh kabulkan doa? You partner with God in creating miracle! That's the way to do it! You know how poor your life is without God? As poor as death. Even death laughs at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about wealth, or intelligence, or achievements those people without God had achieved. Those are parts of lie, but not necessarily the purpose of life itself. Understand something beyond your own understanding. Listen, and be humble. Separate God from His 'followers'. His 'followers' are sometimes deceivers who call themselves as 'followers'. They ruin God's reputation, and you've been deceived by their action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why choose to believe in nothing while there actually is the truth? You just don't want to listen to the truth, that's why you're deceived. The world is full of lies, and there are only 2: truth or lies. There's no such grey area. No. Being in the grey area is being in lies. You've been deceived. Think about that. You think you're safe, actually you're under lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know that the truth is true? You experience the truth. Choose to believe. And you'll know. Seek, and you shall find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not far. Seek, ask, until you find Him. He won't hide from whom who want to seek Him. Why seek? Is He hiding? Well, He knows best. People are rebellious and He's a gentle God. You prefer to walk on your own and deny God, He won't push you. He's powerful, but He loves you too much that He lets you have your self-will. (I hate self-will.) When He sees you surrender totally to His will, He sees that your heart is unto Him. All that He wants is relationship, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about relationship later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-225655847101952408?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/225655847101952408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=225655847101952408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/225655847101952408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/225655847101952408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/05/sceptics-hush.html' title='Sceptics, hush!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7268530921515999446</id><published>2010-05-12T04:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T04:37:46.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaped</title><content type='html'>&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I found something unique.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Square and pyramid watermelons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;How do they do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;They get square watermelons by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;growing them inside of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;square and pyramid glass cases&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericahi.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/square-watermelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://ericahi.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/square-watermelon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thingsthatarerectangles.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/square-watermelon-bamboo-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://thingsthatarerectangles.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/square-watermelon-bamboo-art.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://matzadoura.pblogs.gr/files/135704-square-watermelon-olympics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://matzadoura.pblogs.gr/files/135704-square-watermelon-olympics.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2loop.com/articles/watermelon_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://www.2loop.com/articles/watermelon_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They even tell you&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Grow-a-square-watermelon/"&gt;how to grow ones&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/image/FGG9M9JFC2E8OES/Grow-a-square-watermelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://www.instructables.com/image/FGG9M9JFC2E8OES/Grow-a-square-watermelon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, it's really unique. From this unique watermelons,&amp;nbsp;I got an impression of humans character. Our character are so much determined by our circumstances. Just like those square watermelons. Watermelons are supposed to be round, not square shaped. But human managed to change the circumstances of where the watermelons can grow. They grow them inside square glass cases. And the watermelons grow just like they want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our characters are so much influenced by the past. In which place and circumstances we grew. We may grow in a bad circumstance, in a broken family background, or there were many unlucky situations we had faced that determine how we react over things now. Just like the watermelons, we were shaped by our circumstances. Sometimes we blame the past, we blame our parents for our outcome characters, we blame other people, we blame the situation, how unfair, how unpleasant, that we become like we are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;But we are not watermelons. We can still change. To be how we're supposed to be. To be in the image of God, the Creator, the one who determines our true nature. Which is to be like Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We may be full of anger, but God wants to shape us to be loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We may be proud, but God wants us to be humble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;God wants us to be in His shape. In His image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;The way He shapes us into our truest image (which is like Him) is like how we create those square watermelons. He puts us into certain circumstances where we can grow the way HE wants us to be. Sometimes we just want to run, and say we give up, but if we do, we wouldn't be what He intends us to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is our choice to stick ourselves to the right place, and stay there, and grow. In which community God places us, there He wants to shape us.&amp;nbsp;It is, too, our choice to be humble enough. Again, so that He can shape us. To be like Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7268530921515999446?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7268530921515999446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7268530921515999446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7268530921515999446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7268530921515999446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/05/shaped.html' title='Shaped'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7140346444075196156</id><published>2010-04-24T00:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:19:37.552+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>What's keeping you? - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What I am now, compared to what&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;God wants&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our topic for today's carecell. So we began to discuss about it. Benita compares her life with one woman's life. Which is a rich woman, yet still want to be more than where she is now. Deby compares her life with Ivanka Trump's. Who's got her own property business, despite her dad's famous name, she succeeds in her own effort and work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I thought, whom am I comparing myself with? Where does God want to take me, exactly? They say He's gonna take us high to a place we've never been. Higher than those people in the world. More than I've ever seen and heard. Okay. If so, I need to be able to see where I am standing right now, and where I will be standing in that high place. Where will I be, exactly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I go to the big things, and think about things which aren't easily reachable, my mind switches its camera focus on the little things. On the details. What is it that God wants me to be --now? Not later, not the next year, not 10 years ahead, but now.&amp;nbsp;Because before going to the far future, this 'now' is the first thing we should focus onto, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is it that God wants me to be --now? In details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God's Duplicate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been saying about duplicate. I remember Dr. Keith Johnson's teaching about why God creates human. He creates human because He really likes Himself that He wants to create creature that looks like Him. Act like He acts. Think like He thinks. He wants to duplicate Himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I consider myself as His duplicate. I compare myself with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I have problems in many self aspects. Procrastination, lack of motivation, tendency to think negative, laziness, fear of what could happen if I try, and whatsoever it is that come up whenever I think I'll try to do something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But God says to me, that I, am His duplicate. If I am His duplicate, then I am *exactly* like Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I begin to ask myself, then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Does God &lt;b&gt;procrastinate&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Does God &lt;b&gt;lack of motivation&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Does God have the tendency to think &lt;b&gt;negative&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Is God &lt;b&gt;lazy&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Does God &lt;b&gt;fear&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Does God even &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to do something?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God does not procrastinate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If He did, imagine what the world would be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Worse than hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God does not lack of motivation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If He did, who would motivate Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God does not think negative.&lt;br /&gt;If He did,&amp;nbsp;He wouldn't create anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because He could've been a&amp;nbsp;pessimistic&amp;nbsp;God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;who's not sure what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God is not lazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If He was,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would be dead by this second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God does not fear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If He did,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He wouldn't create anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God does not even try to create something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He didn't try when He created the sun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He made it as He said it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If He did try, and not sure whether&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He would succeed or not,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gosh, tell me what the earth would be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If we're His duplicate, we are like Him. That's what God wants us to be. Then, He'll take us in higher places. And, little things affect big things. If I don't be like God in small details,&amp;nbsp;then I won't be what God wants me to be in higher places. For this, I have to know God more. To have closer relationship, closer insight of what God is like. For this, I have to continuously change my attitude and ask myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God does not procrastinate, why do I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God does not fear, why do I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God believes in me, why don't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, what's keeping you from being what God wants you to be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it fear? Is it negativity? What is it? You might want to ask the same thing, like I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7140346444075196156?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7140346444075196156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7140346444075196156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7140346444075196156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7140346444075196156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-keeping-you-part-1.html' title='What&apos;s keeping you? - Part 1'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4191522906553964406</id><published>2010-04-04T01:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:51:09.052+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Where is God, if HE does exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friend once said that he wanted to prove himself of what he can do. I think, we should not live based on what or who you want to prove. Because it is a sign of being insecure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you always do things because you want to prove, it means you're driven by approval, whether it's from people or from yourself. You always have the need to be approved by people, or by yourself. It's like, if you do this, and then you are good. If you don't do this, then you're bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being approved is human nature. It's in our blood. Yes, I also have the need to be approved, to be acknowledged. But that's not the driving force of my life. If it is, then I'll be living to please people, or to please my own self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First thing first, what is our purpose of living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it for our own self?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I live not for myself. Let's put it like this, if I live for myself, please myself, and then I die, and then what? I believe there is eternity awaits before our lives. And our lives on earth is a preparation of life in the timeless realm. The owner of the timeless realm, of eternity, is God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, for God we (should) live. If we're living for our own self, we don't get the big picture of what life is. We don't get it that God is the creator of life. Often facts blindfold us from seeing God's greatness. Often truth is blurred. Because our eyes are not fixed upon the Truth. We are deceived by lies, which we think true. Therefore, we often get lost, don't know where to go, fall in the darkness and feel helpless. Try to strengthen self, and often we lose hope. We, human, sometimes are too proud to see God, or at least, see what He is doing. We think we know what we know. In fact we don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And at the end, we get frustrated. Even if we have achieved many many great achievement human being can ever have. We feel empty. Things are great, but we never get satisfied. Then we try everything else, that will make us whole. We think human, riches, success, can satisfy our hearts. We go for those worldly things, and again at the end, everything is wiped in vain. We turn to what wise people say, we practice what the wise are suggesting, we become successful; yet, in our lives, we feel empty, again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think about it, is it really what we are for? To live a life like everybody else has lived? Or there is something else? Something greater?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you believe in God, then it's for God we live. Because He is the creator of life. He knows what to do with our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, if you don't believe in God, then for who are you living? And is it worth your life? For human and the world will fail you. And everything is plain vain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's your life for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Find hope. Find Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not sure how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ask. And you will get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ask, where is God if You do exist?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If HE does live, He will show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't believe it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Try for yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4191522906553964406?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4191522906553964406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4191522906553964406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4191522906553964406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4191522906553964406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-is-god-if-he-does-exist.html' title='Where is God, if HE does exist?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4203977476679270156</id><published>2010-04-03T14:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:39:33.435+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But fools despise wisdom and instruction."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Proverbs 1:7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why is the fear of the LORD the beginning of knowledge?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the fear of the LORD there is humility. Humility goes with God's presence. And to know knowledge, to hear about wisdom, we need to humble ourselves. To position ourselves under God's shadow. Then we can receive knowledge and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why are those who despise wisdom and instruction called fools?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they think they know wisdom. They think they can do it without instruction. In fact, they are proud of their trash. Wisdom that is not from God is trash. And with their trash they walk their lives. They think they're wise, but all they do is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look above every worldly thing. Use God's point of view over everything. God is wisdom. Be under His shadow. Be near God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4203977476679270156?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4203977476679270156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4203977476679270156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4203977476679270156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4203977476679270156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/04/beginning-of-knowledge.html' title='The Beginning of Knowledge'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1810388850376466849</id><published>2010-03-26T01:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:41:09.371+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><title type='text'>Menulis untuk Tuhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Oh, ya ampun, aku benar-benar memberanikan diri meng-klik "Publish post" setelah menulis ini. Sudah dari beberapa bulan lalu sejak kutulis ini, hasil perbincanganku dengan sang Pemberi talenta, tapi aku belum benar-benar berani publikasikan ini di blog. Kau tau kenapa? Karena aku masih suka kompromi. Aku masih lebih sering menulis perasaanku sendiri, pemikiranku sendiri. Lalu bukannya sesuatu yang sebaiknya yang aku tulis, tapi yang seenaknya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ini akan jadi pengingatku supaya tujuanku gak melenceng atau kemakan sama emosi dan kompromi.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S6us7bWTjPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NV9yE_L42Cg/s1600/writing-man1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S6us7bWTjPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NV9yE_L42Cg/s320/writing-man1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuhan, aku bersyukur Kau kasih aku talenta menulis.&amp;nbsp;Aku tau, talenta ini ada bukan untuk sekedar ada dan membuat orang sekedar tertawa, tapi God mau talenta ini ada untuk jadi senjata yang &lt;i&gt;powerful&lt;/i&gt; untuk melawan paradigma dunia. God, kalau Tuhan adalah Tuhan yang &lt;i&gt;powerful&lt;/i&gt;, dan Tuhan mau bekerja melalui aku, seharusnya tulisanku adalah tulisan yang &lt;i&gt;powerful&lt;/i&gt;, sesuai elemennya Tuhan. Bukan tulisan yang cetek, dangkal, dan gak ada maknanya. Tapi tulisan yang dalam, yang menguak sedikit dari rahasia yang Tuhan kasih lihat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Untuk ini aku gak bisa main-main, Tuhan. Aku gak bisa punya &lt;i&gt;spirit&lt;/i&gt; yang lemah, gak bisa punya roh yang cetek, yang gak ada kuasa! &lt;i&gt;Spirit&lt;/i&gt; yang gak ada kuasa menghasilkan tulisan yang gak ada kuasa, tulisan yang gak ada kuasa bukan tulisan yang berasal dari Tuhan, dan untuk itu aku akan memangkas tulisan-tulisanku yang gak ada kuasanya. Aku akan mensortir apa aja yang masuk ke pikiranku dan apa aja yang kulepaskan dari pikiranku melalui tulisan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuhan, untuk itu aku gak mau sekedar menulis tanpa kuasa. Aku gak mau menulis sekedar memenuhi apa yang orang lain mau baca, aku gak mau menulis apa yang aku rasa, aku mau menulis apa yang TUHAN mau aku sampaikan ke orang lain. Ini adalah hal yang serius yang Tuhan mau kerjakan melalui tulisanku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melalui tulisanku, Tuhan mau bicara sama orang-orang yang gak mau dengar. Tuhan mau sampaikan apa yang ada di pikiranNya sama orang-orang yang gak kenal siapa Dia. Dengan itu aku harus mendengar langsung LANGSUNG dari Tuhan, dan kalau aku gak rendah hati untuk mendengar melainkan memakai pemikiran dan interpretasiku sendiri, aku akan salah dan nyasar sebagai &lt;i&gt;messenger-&lt;/i&gt;nya Tuhan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God bilang aku adalah nabi. Nabinya Tuhan. Orang yang mendengar langsung dari Tuhan, representasinya Tuhan, duta kerajaannya Tuhan, kalau aku gak mau dengar apa yang Tuhan perintahkan, apalagi gak melakukannya, tulisanku gak akan ada kuasanya, dan tujuan Tuhan memberiku talenta ini gak akan terpenuhi, dan semua akan jadi sia-sia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang, apa yang harus aku lakukan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku adalah pahlawan perang, berdiri di garis depan, membawa senjata untuk melawan segala macam paradigma dunia yang menusuki, membombastis pikiran manusia, senjataku adalah pena, peluruku adalah suaraNya. Tanpa suaraNya, pena itu hanyalah pistol tanpa peluru. Aku harus dengar dari Dia. Bukan dengar dari otakku sendiri. Untuk dengar dari Dia, aku harus punya telinga yang mendengar, bukan hati yang sedemikian tinggi melewati ketinggian telingaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku mengejar Tuhan, lalu mengijinkan Tuhan memakai aku untuk melakukan serangan ke dunia gila melalui tulisan. Aku dengar dari Tuhan. Aku dengar dari Tuhan. Aku dengar. Aku memposisikan telinga hatiku serendah-rendahnya untuk mendengar Dia, sampai bisikan-bisikan terdalamNya. Aku rindu, aku ngidam, aku haus, aku lapar dengar suara Dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini komitmenku hari ini. Untuk inilah aku ada. Aku menulis untuk Tuhan, bukan untuk dunia. Dunia harus dengar apa yang bijak, apa yang benar, bukan apa yang menyenangkan bagi diri mereka sendiri. Dunia perlu hatinya Tuhan. Dunia perlu tahu kuasa Tuhan. Dunia perlu lihat Tuhan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku selalu berani menuliskan apa yang menjadi pemikiranku, lalu sekarang aku akan berani menuliskan apa yang menjadi pemikiran Tuhan. Seringkali apa yang menjadi pemikiranku bukanlah apa yang menjadi pemikiran Tuhan, dan itu bertentangan dengan misi talentaku. Itu, bukan yang si Pemberi talenta mau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku harus memposisikan diriku menjadi pengurus talenta yang benar-benar bisa dipercaya. Untuk itu aku harus punya kuasa, dan kuasa hanya aku dapat dari The Holy Spirit. Kalau aku gak mendengar dari Roh Kudus, tulisanku mati. Sekedar kotoran di pinggir jalan. Gak ada nilai, apalagi kuasa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku melakukan ini bukan untuk dan demi namaku sendiri, tapi demi nama si Pemberi talenta. Aku menulis bukan untuk memenuhi keinginanku sendiri, tapi memenuhi keinginan si Pemberi talenta. Aku, adalah budak dari Si Pemberi talenta. Aku pendengar. Aku pendekar. Aku bersenjatakan firman. Aku punya pistol dengan peluru tajam. Aku gak akan sia-siakan senjataku, yang adalah pena dan kata-kata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akan selalu ada serangan, karena ini peperangan. Tapi apa yang kutakutkan, kalau ini adalah mandat dari si Pemberi talenta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Why listen to the mockers, when you can, with the same ear, listen to the voice of God?&lt;/b&gt;" -Max Lucado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku akan tetap ada pada jalur ini, God udah kasih aku jalannya. God udah kasih lihat apa yang bisa kulakukan dengan ini. Aku akan setia di sini. Aku akan taruh energiku di sini. Ini visiku tahun ini. Menulis untuk Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Dengan ini sekali lagi aku membuat 'jebakan diri' lewat tulisan,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;supaya aku gak lari-lari dari tujuanMu menciptakan aku.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1810388850376466849?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1810388850376466849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1810388850376466849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1810388850376466849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1810388850376466849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/03/menulis-untuk-tuhan.html' title='Menulis untuk Tuhan'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S6us7bWTjPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NV9yE_L42Cg/s72-c/writing-man1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1473014589520835959</id><published>2010-02-26T03:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:03:07.115+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Buat si penggombal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiana.edu/~e472/cdf/suggest/techniques/potsherd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.indiana.edu/~e472/cdf/suggest/techniques/potsherd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Potsherd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiana.edu/~e472/cdf/suggest/techniques/potsherd.jpg"&gt;image source&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Burning lips and a wicked heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;are like a potsherd covered with silver dross."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Proverbs 26:23 (KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gue sepertinya mau berhenti menggombal dan mulai bikin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;yang nyata, yang gak muluk-muluk seperti gombal. Melihat apa yang gue lakukan di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tweetl_ove"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@tweetl_ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, gue jadi mikir (sekaligus ngerasa gak tenang) karena gue semakin membangkitkan hasrat anak-anak muda dalam hal gombal-gombalan (&lt;i&gt;which now I found it no good&lt;/i&gt;). Jadi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tweetl_ove"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@tweetl_ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;yang sekarang udah mencapai 533 followers *padahal jarang di update*, akan gue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;switch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; dari gombalan menjadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;strengthening words of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lalu, malam ini, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as I turn to Solomon's advice in Proverbs 26:23, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;gue semakin sadar, yeah, gombalan itu sama seperti yang Om Salomo (raja terkaya di dunia) bilang di ayat ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Seperti pecahan periuk bersalutkan perak,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;demikianlah bibir manis dengan hati jahat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amsal 26:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;put aside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"dengan hati jahat" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;in this case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Karena orang ngegombal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;belum tentu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*tapi bisa aja* dilakukan dengan maksud jahat. Hm, playboy misalnya? :) Tapi tekankan di bibir manis. Mari kita lihat ke versi lain dari ayat ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Burning lips (uttering &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;insincere words of love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and a wicked heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;are like an earthen vessel covered with the scum thrown off from molten silver&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(making it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;appear to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; solid silver)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Proverb 26:23 (AMP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kalau di bahasa Indonesia-in jadi gini kira-kira (mind my bad translation):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Bibir panas (yang menyatakan kata-kata cinta yang gak tulus) dengan hati jahat adalah seperti bejana tanah liat yang dibalut oleh cairan perak (membuat bejana tersebut TERLIHAT seperti perak sungguhan/solid)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another translation from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=proverbs%2026&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;KJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Burning (fervent) lips and a wicked heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;are like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;potsherd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; covered with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;silver dross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Proverbs 26:23 (KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Potsherd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; means a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; piece of ceramic material.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;means mineral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;waste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(regarded as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Woo, woo... Wait, wait. Kata-kata manis (&lt;b&gt;belaka&lt;/b&gt;) itu sama dengan pecahan rusak periuk yang dibalut perak. Periuk rusak, tapi dibalut dengan perak yang udah sisanya doang. Yang mau dibuang. Yang udah dianggap sampah. Woa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Iya juga ya, kalau dipikir-pikir, gombalan gue *haha* basi. Minta dibuang. :P Terus kata-kata manis belaka tanpa didasari &lt;i&gt;sincerity &lt;/i&gt;itu &lt;b&gt;bullshit&lt;/b&gt;. Well, gombal sendiri kan artinya &lt;i&gt;bullshit.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;APALAGI didasari dengan maksud jahat. Kalau kata AMP bible, bejana rusak itu dibalut perak, jadi rusaknya gak kelihatan, jadi seperti bejana perak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yang muncul di otak gue adalah kepalsuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cinta kan gak seharusnya palsu. APALAGI kalau mengaku cinta tapi ternyata di balik itu ada niat jahat, niat lain gitu. Meskipun gombal memang hanya sekedar untuk &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;, I don't think itu membangun. Coba lihat apa kata Om Paulus (seorang rasul besar di jaman baheula):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"All things are legitimate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;[permissible--and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we are free to do anything we please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;],&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but not all things are helpful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(expedient, profitable, and wholesome).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All things are legitimate,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but not all things are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;constructive [to character]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and edifying [to spiritual life]."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ternyata, apa yang selama ini gue gombalkan tuh isinya pecahan sampah. I'm sorry God, I've spread word of sampah instead of strengthening words. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lalu, soal gombal, kalau &amp;nbsp;orang suka ngegombal doang, without sincerity, jangan sampai jadi terbiasa. Karena kata-kata manis &lt;b&gt;belaka &lt;/b&gt;memang terlihat bagus, terlihat seperti perak sungguhan, tapi isinya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, nyontek kata-kata Paulus, segala sesuatu itu boleh, kita bebas kok melakukan apa saja yang kita suka, tapi gak segala sesuatu membangun (untuk karakter kita). Jadi, lakukanlah apa yang menurutmu membangun dan gak nyampah seperti yang pernah gue lakukan. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dan, jangan tertipu. Waspadalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*hihi. si penggombal bertobat.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*bye-bye*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1473014589520835959?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1473014589520835959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1473014589520835959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1473014589520835959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1473014589520835959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/02/buat-si-penggombal.html' title='Buat si penggombal...'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7039417661783662390</id><published>2010-02-23T02:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:22:53.043+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Cocaine, My Cigar, My Addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your eternal Word&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;f&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ormed the universe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and You speak to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;whisper I’m Your greatest love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re the saving Lord&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;beauty in a storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything I need&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;more than I could ever want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are my heart's desire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have fallen to the point of no return&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More than my heart could know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More than in love with You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S4LZI6A7p_I/AAAAAAAAAws/nKRdJBjIOEk/s1600-h/426068772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S4LZI6A7p_I/AAAAAAAAAws/nKRdJBjIOEk/s640/426068772.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;Ah, God, good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama aku nggak nulis kayak gini. :)&amp;nbsp;God, God, I'm in love with You.&amp;nbsp;Let this love be continuous and never stops. Seperti present continuous tense, I want to love You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am loving You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has nothing to do with being religious. I don't know what religious is, all I know is this heart feels love. And out of love this heart produces love. God, God, I wanna experience You, not like I have experienced You before, no. I want more than that. I wanna see You. I wanna know You. I haven't tasted all of You. Haven't seen all side of You. Haven't. I am curious. What are You really like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They say, search and you will find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You say, search and you will find Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I heard from my pastor, that You're real. I know that. But I don't want to just know. I want to experience You. How real are You to my pastor. I want to experience how real are You to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I won't look at my past experience with You, God. That all was beautiful, but I want more. More.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not for my benefit, not so that I look good. Not that I will succeed, not that I will receive blessings. No. It's for I long to have this feeling inside. This, feels, uh, how to say it? More than loved. What do you call this feeling?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know. But I want more. Because You're addictive. God, You're addictive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're my heroine. My&amp;nbsp;cocaine. My marijuana. My cigarette. My beer. My chocolate. My juicy steak. My strawberry cheese cake. My milk pudding. Ah, I can never get enough of You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're my everything my heart could never get enough of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7039417661783662390?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7039417661783662390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7039417661783662390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7039417661783662390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7039417661783662390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cocaine-my-cigar-my-addiction.html' title='My Cocaine, My Cigar, My Addiction.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S4LZI6A7p_I/AAAAAAAAAws/nKRdJBjIOEk/s72-c/426068772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1292672762493544084</id><published>2010-01-29T23:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:54:18.413+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>When God asks, God provides.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When God asks, God provides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S2MLvPmdqzI/AAAAAAAAAts/gQimnfsMVAQ/s1600-h/Mac-nya+%5Bbeneran%5D+buat+GUE.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S2MLvPmdqzI/AAAAAAAAAts/gQimnfsMVAQ/s1600-h/Mac-nya+%5Bbeneran%5D+buat+GUE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S2MLsnH8V8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/uhp5BQh8ZRY/s1600-h/I+Need+a+laptop.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S2MLsnH8V8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/uhp5BQh8ZRY/s400/I+Need+a+laptop.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I posted this from my mobile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was desperately thinking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about how I could buy a laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I counted my money,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I calculate my savings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't find how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I asked&amp;nbsp;Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My source.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 hours ahead,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know what He whispered my uncle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I know what He did. He answered me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the post I made soon after I got it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woohoo! How thankful I am to be under God's favor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S2MLvPmdqzI/AAAAAAAAAts/gQimnfsMVAQ/s1600-h/Mac-nya+%5Bbeneran%5D+buat+GUE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S2MLvPmdqzI/AAAAAAAAAts/gQimnfsMVAQ/s400/Mac-nya+%5Bbeneran%5D+buat+GUE.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, God, there's more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just need to be trustful with what You've handed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*kisses, hugs, kisses, hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1292672762493544084?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1292672762493544084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1292672762493544084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1292672762493544084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1292672762493544084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-god-asks-god-provides.html' title='When God asks, God provides.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/S2MLsnH8V8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/uhp5BQh8ZRY/s72-c/I+Need+a+laptop.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-5106309808608675138</id><published>2010-01-10T23:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:58:33.614+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Treasure of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Delight yourself in Me. I will give the desire of your heart.” –God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight yourself in God, then He will give you the desire of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;And the desire of your heart will only be He, God, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else would you want when you get to know the beautiful love of this divine figure? Of Jesus? And, my! He says He will give me His self!&lt;br /&gt;He, the treasure of heaven, the center of the universe,&lt;br /&gt;the perfection of perfection, will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember He said He gave His all. Not will be, He already is.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the cross. The treasure of heaven has already given Himself. His all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have I given my all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked inside. I looked up.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the cross He showed me, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“God, it’s my turn to give my all.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all. My life.&lt;br /&gt;My steps. My words.&lt;br /&gt;My time. My minute.&lt;br /&gt;My second. My breath.&lt;br /&gt;My being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘His all’ means sacrifice. And ‘my all’ requires the same thing. Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Giving all means there’s nothing left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;No stock for me.&lt;br /&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life means my time,&lt;br /&gt;all my time means my breath,&lt;br /&gt;all my breath means my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the tiniest particle of my life element.&lt;br /&gt;To the very cell of my body.&lt;br /&gt;To the very corner of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The whole part of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the treasure of heaven becomes the treasure of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-5106309808608675138?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/5106309808608675138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=5106309808608675138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5106309808608675138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5106309808608675138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/01/treasure-of-heaven.html' title='Treasure of Heaven'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7231668523067153699</id><published>2010-01-02T00:36:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:15:44.830+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>I just want to write!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sz5JdAt4V-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/JBQk7ZnSU-8/s1600-h/writing-man1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sz5JdAt4V-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/JBQk7ZnSU-8/s400/writing-man1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421851764158126050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I write what comes inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's me being sarcastic, or cynical, or skeptic, or plainly being... bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; own pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;I write for expressing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But will it do good to people?&lt;br /&gt;Being sarcastic, cynical, and all that unfiltered criticizing?&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe it depends on how others look at the message.&lt;br /&gt;And it sure reflects &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But will it do good to God?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My church, Apostolic Generation Church, is developing a blog and I'm chosen as one of the contributor writers. Now, will I change my motivation in writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;pleasure, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's &lt;/span&gt;pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; opinion, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's&lt;/span&gt; opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubted myself.&lt;br /&gt;I questioned too much, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I be good enough?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will my writing be understandable?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will it do good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God interfered. He didn't say, "Cia, you can do it." or "You are able." or "Don't be afraid." He said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Likewise every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit."  -Matthew 7:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is a tree. It bears fruits, which are words, writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are also fruits to eat. And there are words, everywhere. Everyday. Every minute. I can count no more how many words I have consumed. From the sign "No parking" to Ps. Indri Gautama's preaching. Thousands of words. Or maybe more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize, what comes inside is reflected in the outside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that landed inside my mind are processed and reproduced according to what my heart has absorbed. The product is this, the writing. Bad words come, bad words reproduced. Good words come, good words reproduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, what words have rooted inside my mind?&lt;br /&gt;What words have I let my mind absorb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's words or man's words?&lt;br /&gt;God's words or the devil's words?&lt;br /&gt;People's opinion or God's opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can always choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether to worship Him, or to worship man.&lt;br /&gt;Whether to keep on writing for Him, or writing for man.&lt;br /&gt;Whether to please Him, or to please man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To worship Him by writing is to absorb and reproduce HIS words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not my own words&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't reproduce bad words, because God's words are always for our goodness. Now I can tell, if I write words that are bad and not uplifting the heart, that's not from God. If I write words that are causing discontent, that's not from God. That's either from my own mind, or from the devil. And that doesn't worship God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just want to write!&lt;br /&gt;Still with my heart, but now, I write for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;as working for the Lord, not for men."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Colossians 3:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7231668523067153699?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7231668523067153699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7231668523067153699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7231668523067153699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7231668523067153699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-want-to-write.html' title='I just want to write!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sz5JdAt4V-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/JBQk7ZnSU-8/s72-c/writing-man1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-3035152889949549717</id><published>2009-12-30T23:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:52:16.447+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ternyata malaikat juga narsis, toh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sepertinya aku harus bicarain ini. Teknologi yang uda keren, kekuatan super power Tuhan yang bisa bikin badai besar di bumi seperti isu taon 2012, kok ya masih ada yang takut setan-setan picisan.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku baru tahu kalau ternyata bukan cuma setan yang narsis, tapi malaikat juga. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.1.1.3/bmi/i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/milkbottle/milkbottle3.gif" alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biasanya kita seringnya ketemu foto-foto setan narsis yang suka ikut nimbrung pengen difoto.&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya mereka menampilkan muka sok misterius yang gak banget buat dipandangin.&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya kita merasa bulu kuduk di belakang leher berdiri tiba-tiba.&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya kita langsung sok-sok ketakutan setelah lihat foto-foto muka yang sok Holmes itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.1.1.2/bmi/i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/milkbottle/milkbottle11.gif" alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hari ini aku lihat video &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Angels Caught in Video"&lt;/span&gt; di doa malam. Cantik, deh! Pengen liat beneran... Bentuknya api, cahaya bulet-bulet, kalau di zoom itu persis seperti yang digambarin Yehezkiel waktu dia lihat malaikat beberapa ribu tahun lalu (Yehezkiel 1-2). Aih lihat sendiri deh, nanti aku cari link-nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, sekarang, I think kenarsisan malaikat is a good thing, karena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang banyak (which is orang-orang awam yang gak keren dan kurang pengetahuan) lebih takut keberadaan syaitan sok-sok Holmes bermuka gak jelas daripada percaya bahwa malaikat itu lebih kuat, lebih keren, dan lebih lebih dari setan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang banyak lebih percaya jampe-jampe dukun daripada doa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang banyak lebih pilih tuyul daripada Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iya kan? Apa kamu juga termasuk salah satunya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku selalu tanya teman-temanku yang kebanyakan takut setan, kenapa sih, emangnya bakal dibunuh sama setan? Emangnya setannya mau ngapain? Kalau kita ada di pihaknya TUHAN, kenapa takut setan? Yah, kecuali kalo kamu ada di pihak setan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suster ngesot, kuntilanak, tuyul, pocong, dan perkakas tetek bengek seperti darah, baju suster, rambut panjang, kain kafan, sampe bau melati, pintu yang terbuka sendiri, lampu yang kedip-kedip nyala mati, bulu leher yang berdiri sendiri, mereka semua itu mempengaruhi imajinasi kita sehingga merasa setan itu kuat, berkuasa, dan pokoknya bahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yah, kalau mau dipikirin, setan-setan kayak gitu kok ditakutin ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setan yang 'kelihatan' secara 'fisik' kayak gitu malah lebih ditakutin daripada setan yang ada di DALAM tubuh manusia. Lihat dong apa yang udah disebabkan oleh setan-setan di DALAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka merasuki PIKIRAN manusia sampe terjadi segala macam kejahatan yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tidak-tidak-tidak&lt;/span&gt;. Dari kejahatan yang bikin kita sekedar memicingkan mata sampai kejahatan yang bikin kita geleng-geleng kepala dan bikin dagu kita jatuh, kau tahu, semua itu terjadi di DALAM, bukan karena setan-setan picisan seperti kuntilanak, suster ngesot, kuntilanak beranak, bla-bla-bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, gak heran industri perfilman seneng banget produksi film-film setan sinting yang dipadupadankan dengan stupit-nya sama adegan-adegan telanjang yang gak kalah sinting. Dan yang lebih sinting dari semua itu adalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orang yang demen nontoninnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. *BEGO*&lt;br /&gt;Udah takut, nakut-nakutin diri sendiri. *BEGO* &lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.1.1.5/bmi/i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/milkbottle/milkbottle5.gif" alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;berdoa sama TUHAN penCIPTA matahari, bumi, sampe Pluto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;itu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POWER-nya JA-UH lebih GEDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daripada jampe-jampe, tuyul, dan sihir-sihiran, woy! Dih, lagian, hari gini masih ada aja orang buat setan. HERAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGUN WOY! Liat itu malaikat pada nari-nari indah waktu kita menari-nari dalam nyanyian kita ke Tuhan. Liat malaikat nganterin doa kita ke Tuhan dan melaksanakan apa yang kita doain (KALAU doa kita sesuai maunya Tuhan)! Nanti nanti aku tulis ah tentang doa sama Tuhan (bukan doa sama setan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, kenapa takut sih sama setan?&lt;br /&gt;Deket-deket lah sama Tuhan, biar gak ada di pihak setan lalu keseret kesintingan setan. Ah, sebenernya masih mau ngomong banyak, lanjut besok ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-3035152889949549717?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/3035152889949549717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=3035152889949549717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3035152889949549717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/3035152889949549717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/12/ternyata-malaikat-juga-narsis-toh.html' title='Ternyata malaikat juga narsis, toh...'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4028049504654834327</id><published>2009-12-15T21:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:01:31.612+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pikiran'/><title type='text'>Peralihan Pikiran~what slaps me in the face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peralihan Pikiran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu judul khotbahnya &lt;a href="http://startingfresh2day.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps. Evelyn Nadeak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yang gue denger kemaren. Sejak gue deket-deket Ps. Eve, gue kena dampak positif yang keren banget. Perubahan pertama yang terjadi di diri gue adalah… Jeng jeeeeenggg… perubahan pi, ki, ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue inget banget minggu lalu waktu gue bilang kalo gue seringkali takut untuk nyoba melangkah lebih serius untuk wujudin mimpi gue karena pikiran-pikiran negatif gue sendiri, Ps. Eve bilang gini, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“...and itu hanya ada di pikiranmuuu.”&lt;/span&gt; Yes, kalo kata mbak-mbak waitress di Gelato Hotel Formula One Cikini, suara Ps. Eve khas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khas&lt;/span&gt; sekali, sampe membe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;khas&lt;/span&gt; di otak gue gak ilang-ilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu sepertinya ada jambu klutuk nongol secara magis di tenggorokan gue dan nyelip di sekitar amandel. Bikin gue, eh, pengen keluarin apa yang selama ini nutup diri gue untuk keluarin hal-hal keren buat banyak orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, khotbah yang gue denger kemaren itu, (ahaha, itu khotbah taburan dari Ps. Indri Gautama, entah bagaimana pas banget!). At the time Ps. Indri handed the CD to me, she said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Peralihan Pikiran”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You should change the way you think so that you’ll be able to write my teaching.” &lt;/span&gt;Well, that’s TRUE! Since the preaching is always kicking! It’s a shame if I’m not kicked outta my comfort zone, comfort stupid useless negative mind. Negativity can be so much comfortable, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, meskipun Ps. Eve di khotbah itu ngomongin banyak banget soal mind switching in finance, yang paling ngena di gue adalah kata-kata Ps. Eve yang ia kutip dari buku Robert T. Kiyosaki Rich Dad Poor Dad *yang sampe sekarang belom selesai juga gue baca*,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “Your greatest asset in life is not wealth, but your mind.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa, that is more than nendang gue ke ujung planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama ini yang menghalangi gue untuk berubah adalah --okay, this is a clichÈ thing but it’s everyone’s struggle, pikiran gue sendiri. And, I feel kinda dÈja vu. Karena yang kayak gini adalah persoalan lama, tapi yang lama itu gak berubah-berubah juga. Sekarang inget lagi khotbah Ps. Eve, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perubahan itu harus konsisten&lt;/span&gt;, diayomi, dilakukan secara tekun, gak ‘ZAP!’ seperti sulap –this one I added myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What changes me is not just her mere words, but one thing, I feel that she cares. And I won’t disappoint someone who wants to believe in me. And show that she believes. This is simple. She listens to my complaining about my boring useless college life, she listens. She LISTENS! I mean, gak banyak orang yang mau denger komplain gue secara keseluruhan, biasanya orang langsung mencela potongan komplain gue yang belom 100% kepotong, dan membiarkan gue menggantung-gantungkan komplain yang terkulai lemas gak sempet terputuskan. Biasanya, orang langsung bilang gue ini dan itu, dan lalala, biasanya begitu. But this time somebody listens to my complain! And she is a pastor! Biasanya kan, pendeta-pendeta langsung memberikan wejangan dan jangan-jangan yang lain sebelum gue selesai berjangan-jangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gue yang tadinya sangaaaaaaat kepengen berniat untuk berhenti ******, sebaiknya jangan disebutkan, tabu, jadi berubah seperti Ultraman Taro siap tempur. Hal ini diketahui bahkan oleh &lt;a href="http://wordscrafter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lendra Bayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, seorang temen Twitter gue. Katanya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gue sepertinya mulai rajin kuliah&lt;/span&gt;. WAH! AJAIB, BUKAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya Ps. Eve janji mau traktir gue makan di mana pun gue mau kalo IP gue sampe 3,5, you know how I feel right now? It’s like I’m being persuaded like a little kid, why? I am not quite moved by awards or punishments, weird. But I’m moved by what touch my heart. So, it’s not about the treat, it’s about how a pastor, someone like Ps. Eve would care about my IP, even me don’t care about my IP! :P Yes, Pastor, that touched my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, inilah gue dengan semangat baru, peralihan pikiran, menggunakan asset terbesar gue dengan bijaksana dan bijaksini. Lihat kan teman, bagaimana gue mulai mengerjakan tugas dengan sedikit lebih rajin meskipun harus tidur hanya 2 jam? Gue juga mulai mengubah cara pandang gue terhadap dosen di kelas. AHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I hate my college life karena ada dosen-dosen yang ‘gak penting’ menurut gue, okay, I said that, sorry. Dan gak cuma itu, tapi juga pelajaran-pelajaran kuliah yang juga ‘gak penting’. But! Again, God tuh emang yeee, kagak bisa liat gue liar-liaran di padang belantara, Dia menggunakan tenggorokan dan pita suara khas-nya Ps. Eve untuk kasih tau gue BAHWA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebenernya pelajaran-pelajaran di kuliah itu, berhubungan dengan dosen-dosen ‘gak penting’ itu, yang penting adalah untuk pelajaran-pelajaran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KARAKTER &lt;/span&gt;gue. Mungkin gak penting dalam segi akademis, karena kebanyakan gue cari tau sendiri juga apa yang diajarin para dosen karena mereka ‘menyebalkan’, tapi SIKAP gue ketika menghadapi situasi ini &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meREFLEKSIKAN&lt;/span&gt; diri gue yang sebenernya. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya gue gak tau hal ini, gue bahkan pernah ngomelin temen gue soal refleksi *bukan pijat memijat ini*. Gue tau, kalo apa yang gue buat itu terefleksikan di balasan perbuatan orang lain terhadap diri gue, tapi yang satu ini seakan seperti kekerenan baru buat gue: Sikapmu terhadap situasi itu sebenernya yang menunjukkan orang seperti apa kamu sebenernya. (Gue pernah baca prinsip ini sebelumnya, tapi di maaana yaa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala… (mau copotin kuping sementara untuk gak denger, tapi gak bisa) So, instead of ignoring this new coolness I got from Ps. Eve, I began to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Iya juuuuga ya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pun mengeluarkan diri gue dari kotak badan ceking gue dan mulai melihat diri gue dari balik kacamata dosen yang ‘menyebalkan’. Dan juga dari balik rambut panjang teman-teman lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gue sombong. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Gue sok pinter. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Gue suka meremehkan. (nangis, ah! Dramatis nih..)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue, aduh, bukan sikap yang dewasa, gue kekanakan! Merasa hebat tapi bego, merasa bisa tapi bobrok. Lalala~ that’s a new coolness I found about me. Okay, that’s not so cool. You know what I mean. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apa yang gue lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, meskipun pemikiran ‘gak penting’ itu suka muncul, gue langsung bisa tendang bokong si ‘Pemikiran Gak Penting’ jauh-jauh dari planet bumi, lalu mengubah cara pandang gue terhadap dosen dan kuliah gue. Keren kan? (yayaya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaadiii, sekarang waktunya acknowledgement, seperti artis-artis yang dapat piala kuning di atas mimbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my God&lt;/span&gt; for caring me so much that He takes care of my thoughts even when I rebel. Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt;, Sovi and Stefani, yang udah memberi wejangan keren yang membuat hari-hari kuliah gue menyenangkan meskipun kita harus selalu nunggu busway yang lama. Ahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last and the coolest new friend of mine, new mentor of mine, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://startingfresh2day.blogspot.com"&gt;Ps. Evelyn Nadeak&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, can’t say anymore, thank you. :) Now I have written something about what change God, with you, Pastor, has made inside of my giddy giddy head. And my rookie rookie heart. Yee-haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna write another writing as a result of my changed way of thinking in the next level. Wait, wait, y’all. Chao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dengan gue nulis ini, sesungguhnya adalah penjara. Karena, hehe, gue gak bisa kabur dari tulisan gue sendiri. Hiii…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! One more thing! I can remember this for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Kalau kaaamu tidak setia dengan sekolahmu, di KAMPUSMU,&lt;br /&gt;kamu juuga tidak setia dengan kehidupan spiritualmu.” -Guess who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4028049504654834327?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4028049504654834327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4028049504654834327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4028049504654834327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4028049504654834327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/12/peralihan-pikiranwhat-slaps-me-in-face.html' title='Peralihan Pikiran~what slaps me in the face'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7470858393693179130</id><published>2009-11-26T00:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:20:48.090+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Kali itu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seringkali waktu aku dengar orang bilang, &lt;b&gt;"Orang yang paling aku sayang adalah mama."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku jawab dalam hati adalah, &lt;b&gt;"Aku tak ingat bagaimana rasanya menyayangi mama."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau orang bilang, &lt;b&gt;"Mama mengerti aku, lebih dari papa."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bilang mama gak pernah dengar keluhanku lagi, kupikir dia cuma lelah mendengar apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau, &lt;b&gt;"Aku mau beli kado buat ulangtahun mama."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berpikir, kalau aja aku bisa rayain ulangtahun bareng mama, beda hari ulangtahun kami hanya lima hari. Mungkin kami bisa merayakan ulangtahunku, ulangtahunnya, dan hari ibu sekaligus bersamaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tanggal 22 Desember tiba, hari ibu, aku gak pernah beli kado waktu orang-orang lain pada memikirkan apa yang bisa bikin mamanya senang. Aku gak pernah mikir apa-apa tentang mama. Gak pernah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin pernah, tapi itu sudah lama, mungkin aku lupa, atau aku terlalu kecil untuk mengingat hari ulangtahun mama. Aku, gak ingat apa-apa tentang mama, selain kejadian hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu, kejadian itu apakah hanya khayalanku saja, ataupun mimpi. Aku tak yakin, mungkin aku salah. Tapi fakta bahwa mama gak akan pernah ada lagi buatku, itu benar, bukan mimpi. Kejadian itu telah merajai hatiku selama 18 tahun belakangan ini. Kepingan hatiku, masih menyisakan perih, seperti luka yang semakin basah, terbuka semakin lebar, semakin terinfeksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adegan itu seperti film, berputar-putar di dalam pikiranku. 18 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;Adegan itu seperti mimpi, menghampiri malam-malamku, bahkan ketika aku tak terjaga. 18 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;Adegan itu seperti teror, menghujani hatiku dengan ribuan paku berkarat setiap harinya. 18 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adegan itu nyata.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan seperti, bukan andaikan, bukan kalau, tapi ada, hadir di memori otak kecilku. Adegan nyata lumpuhnya sebuah raga, dan terbuangnya sebuah nyawa, terekam jelas di otakku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sakit. Aku tau itu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apa yang kulakukan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menggali tanah hatiku, menguburnya dalam-dalam. Begitu dalam. Aku nyaris melupakannya. Nyaris. Setiap kali aku mengiranya telah mati terkubur, selalu ada orang yang menggalinya dalam hitungan detik, dan adegan itu kembali ke permukaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sakit. Setiap sudut hatiku tau itu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apa lagi yang kulakukan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menahan kelopak mataku kuat-kuat agar tak menangis. Memukul kepalaku kencang-kencang agar tak ingat. Apa hasilnya? Mataku membengkak. Mengira menangis dapat membuang semua infeksi hati. Mengira memukul kepala dapat menghapus memori nyata itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sakit. Setiap celah hatiku semakin tau itu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apa lagi yang kulakukan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari teman.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin teman dapat melupakan ini.&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari kesibukan.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kesibukan dapat menghindari ini.&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari kata-kata bijak.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kata-kata bijak dapat menyembuhkan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sakit. Gak berubah. Hatiku tau itu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang bilang kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;Apa itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang bilang kebenaran.&lt;br /&gt;Apa itu kebenaran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lupakah kamu?"&lt;/b&gt; katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Apa?"&lt;/b&gt; jawabku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kalau Aku ada." &lt;/b&gt; sambungnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menolaknya. Sekali. Tidak. Dua kali.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak. Lebih. Berkali-kali. Tak terhitung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh, Engkau, Tuhan?"&lt;/b&gt; jawabku. &lt;b&gt;"Aku tau Engkau Tuhan. Aku sering dengar Engkau penyembuh. Aku hafal Engkau siapa."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Menurut kamu, apa manusia bisa menipu Aku?"&lt;/b&gt; tanyaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Bisa."&lt;/b&gt; jawabku yakin. &lt;b&gt;"Tentunya kalau manusia itu bodoh."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kenapa kamu bilang begitu?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Well, Engkau kan Tuhan. Engkau tau semuanya. Aku hafal ayatnya, di mana Kau katakan Engkau tau bahkan sebelum apapun muncul di pikiranku. Kalau orang tau bahwa Engkau MAHA TAU, dan masih menipuMu, bukankah ia bodoh?"&lt;/b&gt; kataku seraya mengingat-ingat letak Mazmur 139 di bukuNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kamu sedang sakit dan kamu tau bahwa Aku ada. Hafal bahwa Aku bisa. Kamu bahkan bilang menyerahkan hatimu kepadaKu. Kamu bilang percaya Aku menyembuhkan luka. Tapi kamu dengan kebodohanmu berusaha mempertahankan lukamu yang basah. Membiarkan kotoran menyelubungi infeksimu. Semakin kotor, semakin sakit, dan kamu bilang kamu percaya padaKu. Apa yang kamu lakukan, Cia-Cia?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kamu menipuKu."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar. Aku membohongi Tuhan. Ya, Tuhan. Tuhan yang aku bohongi. Sang Maha Tau. Sang Pencipta hati. Sang Penyembuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Apa yang kamu lakukan? MengutukiKu dan bersikap seakan Aku tak ada."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar. Aku tidak berbeda dengan ateis. Lebih parah. Lebih bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apa yang aku lakukan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengubur, menghindar, mencari-cari obat, membiarkan lukaku terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sakit. Hatiku tau itu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi pilihanku lah yang menentukan, kapan aku bisa sembuh. Karena tangan Penyembuh itu ada. Dia ada. &lt;b&gt;Tapi aku, apa yang aku lakukan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menepis tanganNya, mencari tangan orang lain, merasa benar, merasa bisa sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sakit. Hatiku semakin parah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Kalau semua pilihanku salah, aku menyerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku mengangkat tangan ke atas, tapi tak menyerahkan hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku mengangkat tangan ke atas, tapi tak merelakan sakit dan infeksiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku menghadap ke depan, tapi aku terlalu sering menengok ke belakang.&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku berkata "Ya, aku percaya.", tapi dalam hatiku, "Apakah benar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2877950&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=227805055080&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=227805055080&amp;amp;id=721652866"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11060_187523507866_721652866_2877950_6405256_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi aku melihat tangan Penyembuh itu. Apa aku akan menyerah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Apa kau mau sembuh?"&lt;/b&gt; kataNya. &lt;b&gt;"Ulurkan tanganmu."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali itu kelopak mataku tak dapat menahan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;Kali itu tanganku tak lagi memukul-mukul kepala.&lt;br /&gt;Kali itu tanganku terangkat. Kubiarkan terangkat. Ke arah tanganNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali itu hatiku benar-benar di sana. Di tanganNya.&lt;br /&gt;Kali itu lukaku benar-benar di sana. DiangkatNya.&lt;br /&gt;Kali itu, untuk pertama kalinya, aku sembuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;Terputus.&lt;br /&gt;Kali itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yohanes 5:6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ketika Yesus melihat orang itu berbaring di situ dan karena Ia tahu, bahwa ia telah lama dalam keadaan itu, berkatalah Ia kepadanya: &lt;b&gt;"Maukah engkau sembuh?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab orang sakit itu kepada-Nya: &lt;b&gt;"Tuhan, tidak ada orang yang menurunkan aku ke dalam kolam itu&lt;/b&gt; apabila airnya mulai goncang, dan sementara aku menuju ke kolam itu, orang lain sudah turun mendahului aku."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bukankah alasan-alasan kita sendiri yang membuat kita tetap terluka padahal Penyembuh itu ada?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2877957&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=227805055080&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=227805055080&amp;amp;id=721652866"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11060_187524777866_721652866_2877957_2659335_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now a new heart's been handed to me. Look! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2877976&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=227805055080&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=227805055080&amp;amp;id=721652866"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11060_187528642866_721652866_2877976_5789191_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;New Heart! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won't you congratulate me? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7470858393693179130?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7470858393693179130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7470858393693179130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7470858393693179130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7470858393693179130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/11/kali-itu.html' title='Kali itu...'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-689787942707492909</id><published>2009-11-14T19:24:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:52:22.152+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'>Another cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was crying again. For the third time. I have never been crying and felt so free about it. I have always felt that crying is a bad thing. But, now I would just let it flow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never told this to anyone, but I'd just share it here, in my blog. I don't care who would read. I just wanna be free to be myself. It's because my family kept digging my past. I hate it. Aunt came and told &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another version&lt;/span&gt; of my mother's suicidal story. Okay. I've heard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so many version&lt;/span&gt; of it. And I thought I would never get out of this. I hate it. I have made myself think about letting go, and I just did it. But people keep diggin' it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed out, I even thought that I might be having a mental illness like my mom, I even thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I might end up doing the same thing&lt;/span&gt; as what my mom did. That's silly, pathetic, stupid, and nonsense. But I don't know why I thought about that kinda thing. And that hurts. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, all along my cry, I just thought that it's useless to keep crying although it's a bit relieving. But, what should I do? So I just thought I can give myself an advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, I had a dialog with my own self. I tried to 'get out' of myself and 'see' myself from my other side's eyes. Here it goes. Here is how I advise my own self. May it help you guys who may be suffering the same thing, maybe you're trying to let go, maybe  you think there's nothing you can do, or whatever. I just hope what I am sharing here won't go in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Just read on. My dialog with my own self. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That's hard, Cia-cia, that's hard. You know it may be impossible to let go, but you could learn. Accept your every thought as a normal one. Accept that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what had happened no one can change.&lt;/span&gt; That's sad, I know, but I know too that you're tough, and you're strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been burying everything under your emotion, that's why it feels heavier. Let your emotion flow, to learn to let go is to let it flow. Y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou can't try to stop the river from flowing. Or try to hold the waters of the sea. You can't, though you think you're strong.&lt;/span&gt; Accept the fact that you can't know all the answers. accepting facts that's opposing to you is not an easy thing, but again you could learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be embarrassed by your own thoughts, if people think you're crazy, they are too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone's crazy in their own way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your trauma, you can handle it. Your heart is in healing process.&lt;br /&gt;Take medicine for your heart, find someone to love, or something to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put this always in your heart, that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He always does. He isn't the one who planned all those bad things to happen, no. He creates you not to trash you, to dump you, or plan bad things to your life. No! Why do you think He'd do that? He's not evil. He's good. He's GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you doubt Him, fine, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He'll keep proving His love for you. He'll keep showing you good things.&lt;/span&gt; How do I know that? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; know that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't understand all things, Cia. God made you so. Why? So you will trust Him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are made to understand EVERYTHING you wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;then why would you need God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you put your heart in God's hands, admit that it needs healing, don't expect instant healing like what happens on TV. Work it out. Don't let people play around your wound until it's totally healed. Don't scratch it even though it might be itchy. Let it heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes God want you to feel the healing process for you to keep on trusting God.&lt;/span&gt; To make you persistent on seeking Him, not to make you worse! Believe in what's good. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe that you can let this go&lt;/span&gt;. See yourself standing in victory. See your heart got healed. See yourself get free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the healing process, you'll find it difficult. Only if you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;continue your trust in God&lt;/span&gt;, then you'll conquer your fear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes we let our fear eat us. Eat our strength. Drag us back to where we were. Where we don't wanna be.&lt;/span&gt; But hang on, it's okay to fear, it's human. But it's not the nature of God. Living in God, there SHOULD BE no fear. Free yourself from fear by being attached to the one and fearful GOD. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear God, and fear nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now. Have you learned something, Cia-cia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I learn that learning to let go is a process. I'm in the process.&lt;br /&gt;No need to rush, or I'll get it hurt again. Trust God and live in Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that you've learned, smile a little bit. It's morning already.&lt;br /&gt;New day, new hope. Hope for your heart, of course. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-689787942707492909?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/689787942707492909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=689787942707492909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/689787942707492909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/689787942707492909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-cry.html' title='Another cry.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-614506007982164850</id><published>2009-10-15T00:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:00:01.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>god.&lt;br /&gt;after all.&lt;br /&gt;its painful.&lt;br /&gt;help me.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea about this.&lt;br /&gt;i feel wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and sad.&lt;br /&gt;and angry.&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-614506007982164850?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/614506007982164850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=614506007982164850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/614506007982164850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/614506007982164850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4417572084090773578</id><published>2009-10-12T04:11:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:18:29.666+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>RONTOK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/StSZnYZu_5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/7aB3Gp0CalQ/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/StSZnYZu_5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/7aB3Gp0CalQ/s200/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392103555713662866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw punya problem rambut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambut gw kering, bercabang, dan rontok. Problem kerontokan ini yang gw takutin. Meskipun terus tumbuh rambut baru, gw takut nanti kalo uda tua malah botak. Yah, problem rambut ini sih karena rambut gw sering dimaenin. Dikeriting 2 kali, dilurusin 2 kali. Tapi gak pernah bener-bener gw rawat. Heheh. Salah sendiri. Nah, mengenai kerontokan parah ini, gw jadi sering meninggalkan jejak yang membuat gw takut sewaktu-waktu kena pelet. Secara rambut rontok gw ada di manapun gw berpijak. Kamar, ruang tamu, ruang makan, toko buku, kampus, di MANA-MANA. Untung gak ada yang mau melet gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu, gw juga sering nyopot-nyopotin rambut bercabang gw. Gatel gitu ngeliatnya. Jadi gw seringkali memperhatikan kerusakan rambut gw tanpa berusaha mengobatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah-tengah lautan rambut ini, tiba-tiba gw inget sesuatu. Di alkitab sering gw denger God ngomong soal kerontokan rambut. Alkitab buku kecantikan rambutkah? :P There's a saying about rambut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dan kamu, rambut di kepalamu pun terhitung semuanya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Matius 10:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo GOD hitung berapa helai jumlah rambut gw, berarti Dia tau berapa helai yang rontok per harinya (dan di mana aja-nya). Kata Alkitab lagi, burung pipit itu gak akan jatuh kalo gak seijin Tuhan, berarti SEMUA hal terjadi atas seijin Tuhan. Termasuk kerontokan rambut gw. Termasuk gatel-gatelnya kulit gw. Termasuk kering dan pecah-pecahnya rambut gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/StSZn-Nvp-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/27dthVaK0_8/s1600-h/rambut_elora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/StSZn-Nvp-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/27dthVaK0_8/s200/rambut_elora.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392103565863921634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia ijinkan itu terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaupun gw tanya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"KENAPA, TUHAN, KENAPA RAMBUTKU RUSAK? ENGKAU GAK ADIL MEMBIARKAN RAMBUTKU RUSAK BEGINI!"&lt;/span&gt; orang-orang pasti bilang gw sinting. Wong salah sendiri, mau cantik tapi gak mau ngerawat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dipikir-pikir, persis ya sama kehidupan ini. *ciyeh* Sebelumnya gw gak berhenti bertanya-tanya kenapa mama bunuh diri dan Tuhan ijinkan, kenapa banyak hal buruk *padahal Tuhan gak pernah merancangkan kecelakaan atas manusia* Tuhan ijinkan terjadi? Kenapa Tuhan biarkan rambutku rontok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, gw nanya gini jadi pengen ketawa sendiri. Masalah rambut gw adalah salah sendiri, bukan salah Tuhan. Gw yang mau rambut gw dikeriting. Gw yang memilih untuk gak ngerawat. KENAPA TUHAN IJINKAN? Tepatnya, KENAPA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt; IJINKAN? Kadang hal-hal yg menjadi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freewill &lt;/span&gt;gw kaitkan dengan kehendak mutlaknya Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan ada 2 macam kehendak, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kehendak yang diijinkan Tuhan, dan kehendak Tuhan yang mutlak&lt;/span&gt;. Kadang gw menyatukan keduanya dengan semena-mena dan lalu nyalahin Tuhan karena akibat dari kehendak gw sendiri. Misalnya gw nanya Tuhan, "Hari ini aku pake baju apa ya, Tuhan? Baju koko atau rok mini?" "Warnanya apa ya, Tuhan? Merah hoki gak ya buat hari Kamis?" LU KIRA TUHAN APAAN? Cenayang? Pakar kecantikan? Guru Fengshui? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan-pertanyaan itu kan bisa dijawab sendiri sesuai apa yang ada di hati dan otak. Misalnya pergi malem-malem pake rok super ketat lalu disuitin abang-abang, kan salah sendiri. Misalnya lagi, si mama depresi lalu bunuh diri, kan salahnya sendiri juga, orang bisa bahagia atau gak itu pilihannya sendiri kok, gak peduli seberapa terpuruknya keadaan yang ada. Toh keadaan yang buruk membuat kita dewasa dan lebih bijak, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/StSZoXHsFII/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hOdLGCnskmU/s1600-h/Rambut-Rontok_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/StSZoXHsFII/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hOdLGCnskmU/s200/Rambut-Rontok_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392103572549407874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, kalau kembali lagi ke masalah rambut rontok gw, gak ada satu helai pun rambut gw yang rontok tanpa seijin Tuhan. Berarti kalau Tuhan mengijinkan rambut gw rontok, artinya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gw harus berbuat sesuatu terhadap kesalahan gw&lt;/span&gt; yang tidak merawat rambut gw ini. Sama juga dengan kenapa Tuhan mengijinkan adanya kesalahan-kesalahan yang dibuat manusia terjadi. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karena Tuhan mau manusia belajar&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw selalu memikirkan kenapa Tuhan mengijinkan mama meninggal dengan cara seperti itu dan mengijinkan gw melihat semua kejadian hari itu. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, if God does care so much about my hair, HE will care a LOT more about my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, kenapa dong?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa banyak kejadian buruk, kehilangan, kesedihan, rasa marah, bencana yang Tuhan ijinkan terjadi di kehidupan gw? Selain karena Tuhan mau gw belajar, Tuhan mau gw mengandalkan Dia. Dari insiden mama dulu, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gw belajar untuk percaya kedaulatan Tuhan dan mencoba mengerti kalo gak semua pertanyaan gw harus tau jawabannya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw adalah orang yang gak bisa kalo gak nanya. Gw selalu nanya kenapa, apa, bagaimana, justru karena itulah gw jadi orang yang susah untuk percaya. Nah, dari kejadian inilah gw belajar percaya Tuhan tanpa mempertanyakan ini dan itunya dulu. Seperti domba yang ikut aja kemana gembalanya bawa dia. *Pusing juga lah kalo ada domba yang nanya, "Kenapa musti ke padang rumput ini? Kenapa musti air di sungai ini? Air di sungai ini gak enak, ke tempat laen aja."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, selain karena Tuhan mau gw percaya, Tuhan juga mau gw membagikan pengalaman ini dan menjadi penghiburan *cieh* buat orang yang mengalami kejadian yang sama. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebenernya toh bukan Tuhan yang merancangkan kecelakaan, tapi manusia dengan freewill-nya itu sendiri yang seringkali membawa kepada bencana.&lt;/span&gt; *seperti bencana rambut rontok gw* Dan manusia banyak yang mengulangi kesalahannya sehingga orang yang mengalami kesalahan yang sama cenderung mengerti pengalaman sama yang orang lain juga alami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw mau percaya dan emang percaya kalo gw bisa liat kebaikan Tuhan lewat penderitaan, trauma batin, dan rasa sakit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalo gw selalu ngalamin yang baik-baik doang, apa gw butuh Tuhan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gw gak cuma liat Tuhan selamatin jiwa, perasaan, hati dan hidup gw, tapi juga jiwa, perasaan, hati dan hidup orang lain yang punya pengalaman yang sama dengan gw. Dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;untuk merekalah gw ini ada&lt;/span&gt;. Untuk ngasih liat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KENAPA Tuhan ijinin hal-hal buruk terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, mengenai rambut gw yang rontok, mungkin orang-orang dengan pengalaman sama bisa kasih gw tips dan perawatan rambut yang oke supaya rambut gw gak rontok lagi, dan gw akan barter pengalaman bagaimana hati gw disembuhkan Tuhan lewat kejadian insiden mama dulu. *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan semua orang punya hati yang perlu disembuhin dari rasa sakit masa lalu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4417572084090773578?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4417572084090773578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4417572084090773578&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4417572084090773578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4417572084090773578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/10/rontok-part-7.html' title='RONTOK!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/StSZnYZu_5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/7aB3Gp0CalQ/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4121378129795419069</id><published>2009-10-10T17:25:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:16:34.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>A 3-second Frown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I came to CIBfest 2009 where I have submitted my writing to its writing competition. I am one of the finalists. I expected to win. But I didn't. Somebody else won the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frowned.&lt;br /&gt;For just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;A 3 second frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then --&gt; *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;This is my first writing competition and I almost win. So in the next writing competitions, it will be my turn to win. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many loses don't make me a loser, they make me *even* a winner&lt;/span&gt;. Loses open doors to great opportunities. Today I have learned&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;winning happens in the mind&lt;/span&gt;. And the prize is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;. It's been said that gaining wisdom is more than gaining silver and gold, so today I can say, "Thank God I lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, I got an answer to my yesterday's question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in my carecell meeting, we talked about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oikos&lt;/span&gt;. Oikos is somebody who we meet everyday but he/she hasn't got the chance to know God. So we, as God's sons, ought to spread the gospel and have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oikos &lt;/span&gt;to be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have the heart for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oikos. &lt;/span&gt;I did. I had a heart for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oikos &lt;/span&gt;back then when I asked God to give me His heart. And I know His heart is all about souls. GOD LOVES HUMAN, us, sinners. So I love human too, as the result of having God's heart inside of me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as time goes by, I have lost His heart for some time. I don't care about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oikos &lt;/span&gt;thing anymore. What I thought was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should I care for other people when I can barely care about my own self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should I be willing to help people's life while mine still needs fixing here and there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I care for one person? I am not a caring person! *though many say so, to my amazement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I be focused to the soul while working on my projects, works, and my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If God wants me to reach out to people, why don't I just be a full time priest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I be consistent enough to keep praying for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oikos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and to always put my hopes up on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oikos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     The thing is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have God's heart. I've lost it somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think I can do that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've forgotten what God has done in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bound to my past grief and hatred and anger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I was also thinking about my ability that God has put in me. Writing.&lt;br /&gt;That's  one of what I can do. For Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy thinking how am I gonna do that? How am I gonna use all my talents for Him? *since I realized that all my talents are for Him to be glorified and I feel SOOO MISERABLE if I don't use them all to the fullest for Him. and His kingdom.* I didn't realize that these talents should be merged with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;people's story&lt;/span&gt;. Not only MY story. With people. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How am I gonna do this without including people in my story and let God touch their hearts so that I could write their stories with my writing skill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me straight this out.&lt;br /&gt;I learned about Ghost Writing. Ghost Writing is writing someone else's story, through their point of view. I need to understand their experiences, I need to listen to them,  I need to know how they feel. Only then, I can write about their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what kind of stories I would like to write about? Touching stories? Winning stories? Sad stories? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          And then God's striked me in the heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Only when you reach other people, then you can understand them, bring them to Me, and write their story. You'll be doing it for Me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;          I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So, I can use my talent for You through people I care about?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes. That's the point. I got it! I can write their stories. The stories of the people I reach out to Jesus! Won't it be beautiful stories as God has written my story in His book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I need to do is ask for the heart again, because without it, I won't be willing to reach out to people. I am not caring enough to do that. There's too much doubt going around my head. But God assures me that HE is the one partnering with me. I am not working on MY project, it's HIS project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, for the heart. And the idea. You're brilliant! You know my thoughts and my heart, and you just gave me a stab in the heart. It's killing me. My old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ You, God. And keep stabbing my heart whenever my old self rises back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4121378129795419069?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4121378129795419069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4121378129795419069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4121378129795419069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4121378129795419069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-second-frown.html' title='A 3-second Frown'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-5373884747909732406</id><published>2009-10-02T23:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:42:51.078+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Scrambled Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYnGaSci8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/38gKWtYrnaM/s1600-h/broken-eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYnGaSci8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/38gKWtYrnaM/s320/broken-eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388036995284765634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrambled egg. It is made from broken egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God speaks to me through scrambled egg.&lt;br /&gt;Every scrambled egg reminds me of God's hands in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to write about it how broken egg can change my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry and about to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for some food on the table and found some fried chicken. But seems like ants love chickens so much, they made a gathering all over the chicken. I was disgusted by that 'crime scene' so I decided to count on one basic meal I've always called: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;emergency meal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guess what, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;scrambled egg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;scrambled egg&lt;/span&gt; because its so quick and easy to make. And I don't have to put other dizzy-making seasoning. So I picked 1 egg out of about 18 eggs in the freezer that looked appealing to me. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I know every egg is just the same, but u know, I couldn't help it&lt;/span&gt;. LOL* So I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tapped the egg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poured&lt;/span&gt; it in a bowl to stir it and put some salt in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it on the saucer and began cooking. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oil was hot enough&lt;/span&gt; that it made the egg turned into brown color quite fast. I could smell the delicious and tempting smell of my meal and couldn't wait to eat it right away. I put the scrambled egg on a plate and began eating as my mind wandered around the scrambeled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I imagine that I were GOD. And the egg was Viona's life.&lt;br /&gt;And the chicken that produced the egg had already been fried.&lt;br /&gt;I referred it to my mom that's gone long time ago in Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;*no, not in Bethlehem, I'm sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYkc2PwyaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/CuBAG_7Wo00/s1600-h/broken_egg400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYkc2PwyaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/CuBAG_7Wo00/s320/broken_egg400x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388034082211940770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I... were GOD and I want to make a good healthy meal for people. I pick Viona that look more appealing to me. *LOL* I once have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tap her life first&lt;/span&gt;. I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; her in a plan. I have to work her heart out. So I let some bad things happen in her life to stir her heart. When it's stirred, I put some seasoning into it. Some friends that could make her smile, family member that would be there for her, and my hands to make it easier to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then she should be put in uneasy moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that would be very hard for her, but the fry and oil should be in a proper temperature which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot enough&lt;/span&gt; to be able for her to be in line with My purpose. She would struggle and pop almost out of the frying pan, the heat that comes out of the popping heart would hurt me a bit, her cry, her anger, and her agony, yes they would hurt my heart, but it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I am in charge, she could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;I could handle it. I am just about to make a GOOD scrambled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYkcHZpGpI/AAAAAAAAAng/tqYn7Z3b8yw/s1600-h/Scrambled+Egg+Omelet+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYkcHZpGpI/AAAAAAAAAng/tqYn7Z3b8yw/s320/Scrambled+Egg+Omelet+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388034069636913810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that I see its color has turn brown, I should fry her other side. I wouldn't want to eat the side which is not well cooked. So I turn the not brown colored side. It is now not as hard as the first side frying. She could handle it because she has learned. She has learned to trust me. And I continue cooking and wait for the right time to stop the fire and put it in a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYkbgfqSxI/AAAAAAAAAnY/pGfRaQeo7gA/s1600-h/scrambled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYkbgfqSxI/AAAAAAAAAnY/pGfRaQeo7gA/s320/scrambled500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388034059193174802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scrambled egg is now ready to serve. Her life is ready to serve.&lt;br /&gt;She is now My delicious scrambled egg and the smell spreads everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;awaking everyone from sleeping. Now I am proud of what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That's how I interpreted how God teach me about scrambled egg. I remember the day when I was struggling with my own mind, with God, how I was angry at Him, I was going to get out of His way. And He said that hurt Him, a bit. But that's just fine, because He knows, I'm going to trust Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life, was no more than a broken egg, but God turns it around.&lt;br /&gt;He changed my heart and stir my perspective about Him.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am ready to serve, so that everybody can see&lt;br /&gt;how God saves this broken life, my broken life.&lt;br /&gt;He does make good scrambled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many scrambled eggs He's made,&lt;br /&gt;and how many He's going to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYnGaSci8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/38gKWtYrnaM/s1600-h/broken-eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYnGaSci8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/38gKWtYrnaM/s320/broken-eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388036995284765634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-5373884747909732406?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/5373884747909732406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=5373884747909732406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5373884747909732406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5373884747909732406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/10/scrambled-egg.html' title='Scrambled Egg'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SsYnGaSci8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/38gKWtYrnaM/s72-c/broken-eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-6390477354768244677</id><published>2009-09-15T19:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:20:09.743+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Did you know? We're mirrors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sebagaimana kamu kehendaki supaya orang perbuat kepadamu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;perbuatlah JUGA demikian kepada mereka." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Lukas 6:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Menurut gw, kita semua ini mirip cermin. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apa yang kita buat terrefleksikan pada reaksi orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Waktu kita merengut, orang yang liat kita akan punya kecenderungan untuk ikut merengut juga pada kita. Waktu kita tersenyum, orang lain juga tersenyum sama kita. Sama juga waktu kita ketawa dan nangis, bahkan waktu kita menguap. Hoaaaaahhhmmm... Orang lain cenderung merefleksikan ekspresi dan perasaan kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pernah gak sih, waktu kita nonton bareng temen, maybe sebuah film yang gak terlalu lucu, tapi karena kita ketawanya bareng-bareng jadi rasanya lucu banget?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari sini gw liat kalo manusia itu memang adalah cermin satu sama lain. Kalo kita mau liat seperti apa diri kita, liat aja &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temen-temen kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lingkungan tempat kita bertandang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *cieh*, dan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buku-buku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; macem apa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yang kita baca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw punya temen yang seringkali kecewa sama orang laen, dia ngerasa orang-orang gak anggap dia, gak menghargai dia, dan dia merasa dirinya gak diterima di lingkungan manapun. Dia ngerasa orang-orang gak suka sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;merasa gak diterima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia jadi takut melakukan apa yang dilakukannya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;takut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; akan bagaimana pendapat orang lain mengenai dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;takut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, ia jadi lebih sering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;menarik diri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan memikirkan apa yang dipikirkan orang lain tentang dirinya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karena sering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;menarik diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ia jadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;merasa sendirian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dan gak ada orang yang mengerti dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;merasa sendirian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia jadi suka mengasihani diri sendiri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan meskipun tahu apa yang harus dilakukan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ia justru lebih suka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tinggal dalam rasa mengasihani diri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akan terus begitu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sampe pikirannya berubah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kan, sampe kita mengubah pikiran kita, kita baru bisa keluar dari lingkaran hukum sebab akibat yang gw omongin tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kita ini adalah cermin dari orang lain&lt;br /&gt;dan orang lain adalah cermin dari diri kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana mungkin pantulan gambar kita di cermin berbeda dari diri kita sebenernya?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana mungkin orang akan menyukai kita kalo kita sendiri gak suka sama diri kita sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ibarat lagi pegang duit kotor, kita pegang duit 50.000-an dengan 2 jari dan ekspresi dan tampang jijik, apa kemungkinan ekspresi orang terhadap uang yang kita pegang dengan jijik itu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sq-EyFDkyFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ze7Ur2dlIBI/s1600-h/08-01-17_money8-1jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sq-EyFDkyFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ze7Ur2dlIBI/s400/08-01-17_money8-1jpg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381666075616528466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMA. Kemungkinan besar orang akan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;percaya dengan ekspresi kita yang jijik&lt;/span&gt; dan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ikutan jijik&lt;/span&gt; sama uang yang lagi kita pegang. Sama seperti cara kita membawa diri kita dong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita masing-masing punya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;citra diri&lt;/span&gt;, bagaimana kita membawa citra diri kita, itulah yang orang akan liat. Yah, menurut gw kayak uang yang kita pegang tadi. Meskipun jelek dan lusuh, kalo kita membawanya dengan tampang ok dan gak jijik, orang juga gak nolak untuk dikasih. Tapi kalo kita pegang uang dengan tatapan ogah, jijik, geli, orang juga ikut mikir, itu uang abis jatoh di comberan, di'eek'in kucing, ato kenapa? Padahal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VALUE-nya kan gak berkurang&lt;/span&gt;, sama berharganya, tapi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cara kita bawanya itu gimana&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Orang laen akan memperlakukan kita sebagaimana kita memperlakukan diri kita sendiri.&lt;/span&gt; Kalo kita jijik dan gak menyukai diri sendiri, tindakan kita kan akan sangat terrefleksi. Cara tau refleksinya, liat aja reaksi orang laen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orang akan memperlakukan kita sebagaimana kita memperlakukan mereka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kalo kita udah menyukai diri kita sendiri, kita bisa menyukai orang lain dan baru orang lain bisa menyukai kita juga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw tau, masa lalu kita terjadi banyak penolakan, but, hey! Itu kan masa lalu, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kenapa kita musti didikte sama penolakan masa lalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;? HEY, WE'RE ADULTS! Kita bisa berpikir dan kita bisa berubah!&lt;/span&gt; No one and nothing should dictate us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NOT OUR PAST!&lt;/span&gt; Kita memang punya masa lalu, tapi kita juga punya masa depan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kita udah tau bagaimana harus berperilaku, tapi kita tetep melihat ke penolakan masa lalu, WHO'S STUPID? You, or the people who reject you? YOU MAKE PEOPLE REJECT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, TOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MAKE PEOPLE ACCEPT YOU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what you do,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;because of who YOU ARE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, ask yourself, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you loved by God?&lt;br /&gt;Does God accept you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;God DIED for you! Now why should you fear of people's dissaproval? GOD APPROVES YOU! You're God's delight! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God died for you not to make you become fearful of people's approval, GOD HIMSELF has approved you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why should you be afraid of what man say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you believe you are?&lt;br /&gt;What you carry in your heart reflects who you are!&lt;br /&gt;Who are you carrying? A loser or a winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sq-EE35noGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DPDaU2Z32kI/s1600-h/lion_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sq-EE35noGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DPDaU2Z32kI/s400/lion_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381665298990997602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you carry a loser, then you'll act like a loser. So no wonder people don't like you! P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eople love to be with victorious people!&lt;/span&gt; Who are you carrying inside of your heart? You believe in Jesus or not? If you do believe He is inside of you, why do you believe He is a loser while HE wants to show you that HE can do the impossible things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't see yourself as a loveable person, you always see yourself as a rejected one, someone who deserve pitiness or something similar. You got into my nerve now! Coz you're always in the same problem over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you determine who you're carrying inside, please don't pity-party. I really don't like people pity-partying instead of rising up and see himself as a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gw selalu mikir dulu untuk ngapa-ngapain karena gw takut akan pendapat orang lain terhadap diri gw nantinya." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-you may say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gw takut untuk kasih tau something about you selama ini karena gw takut lu akan berpikiran lain dari apa yang akan gw kasih tau." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-and i may say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;SEE? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the way the mirror works. REFLECTION.&lt;/span&gt; Gini deh, untuk bisa tau dimana letak jerawat lo, harus ada cermin. Dan cermin itu adalah orang laen. Kalo orang laen lagi kasih tau, ya dengerin dan jangan mikir orang lain lagi menyingkirkan lu, lagi ngerendahin lu, please, stop thinking negative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mestinya, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gw akan lakukan apa yang gw anggap baik dan benar, the hell with what people might say. Toh, KRITIK AKAN SELALU ADA, entah gw lakuin apa gak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You smile, or you don't smile, it affects other people. And other people affect you. See? That's how the mirror works! What goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can create your own movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's called "My Life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You create &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dialogues&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the scenes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the casts&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the ups and the downs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You create your own happiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;You decidde what kind of ending you want.&lt;br /&gt;Sad ending or happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This talks to myself,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/257/1BCF8CB997F168CE8156FFEE317512FD.png" align="left" /&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/6228668239869055967-6390477354768244677?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/6390477354768244677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=6390477354768244677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6390477354768244677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6390477354768244677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-you-know-were-mirrors.html' title='Did you know? We&apos;re mirrors!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sq-EyFDkyFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ze7Ur2dlIBI/s72-c/08-01-17_money8-1jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1967640513380172471</id><published>2009-09-12T22:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:15:34.950+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>GW MASUK TIPI!!! ~Balesan perasaan papa :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARI INI GW SYUTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Film apa?&lt;br /&gt;+Beranak dalam Kubur.&lt;br /&gt;-Becanda loh..&lt;br /&gt;+Hehe, iya...&lt;br /&gt;-Syuting apa?&lt;br /&gt;+Menggali Tompel dalam Kubur.&lt;br /&gt;-Oooo... Lu jadi apanya? Kuntilanaknya?&lt;br /&gt;+Gak... Gak mungkin lah gw jadi kuntilanaknya!&lt;br /&gt;-Abis? Jadi apanya?&lt;br /&gt;+Jadi tompelnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECANDA! Ini becanda!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi soal syuting beneran... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gw syuting di rumahnya Om Ronny Sukamto.&lt;br /&gt;Beliau membawakan acara &lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Happiest People"&lt;/span&gt; yang ditayangin di acara TV di Channel CBN Indovision. Acara itu memuat tentang kesaksian orang-orang yang bertobat dan bergabung dalam komunitas pengusaha rohani yang disebut "Full Gospel". Hari ini, gw diajak syuting sama bokap untuk ikut kesaksian di acara tersebut. Begini ceritanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu malam, 11 September 2009, 19:35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Papa: Cia-cia, besok gak kuliah kan?&lt;br /&gt;Cia-Cia: Gak kok, kenapa pah?&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Besok ikut papa kesaksian yah untuk acara TV yang papa susun.&lt;br /&gt;Cia-Cia: Besok?&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Iya, siap-siap ya, jam 8 pagi papa jemput, kita ke rumahnya Om Ronny.&lt;br /&gt;Cia-Cia: *ragu-ragu* Emmm... Yaudah...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gw gak bisa tidur malemnya, karena mau masuk TIPI. Haha... Kagak deh, bukan karena mau masuk tipi, tapi karena gw emang insomnia. Hiahaha... So, gw bangun pagi jam ENAM! Sejarah kehebatan gw yang ke tujuh! Hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkatnya gini,&lt;br /&gt;gw syuting untuk kesaksian soal pertobatan bokap gw. Inget postingan "&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alwaysviona.blogspot.com/2009/07/ngomongin-papa-part-1.html" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngomongin papa..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"? Kalo belom baca, sok dibacaken, &lt;a href="http://alwaysviona.blogspot.com/2009/07/ngomongin-papa-part-1.html" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;klik di SINI aja&lt;/a&gt; buat ke postingan tersebut. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah baca? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, hari ini gw diminta ikut papa kesaksian. :) Tadinya gw agak ragu karena gw gak pernah masuk TIPI sebelumnya dan yeah, gitu deh... *orang kampung norak* Nah untuk acara setengah jam itu gw dan papa ngomong soal pertobatan Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEBENERNYA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw and papa gak pernah ngomongin soal perasaan masing-masing sebelomnya, so di acara itulah masing-masing dari kami bener-bener mengemukakan apa yang ada di hati kita. Bagaimana perasaan gw waktu papa ninggalin gw, dan bagaimana perasaan papa waktu takut gw akan nolak permintaan maaf dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama-tama gw agak ragu untuk bener-bener ngomongin apa yang gw rasa &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NTUK PERTAMA KALINYA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*apalagi di depan TV* tapi karena Om Ronny udah nanya-nanya, jadinya gw menjawab dengan mengalir aja and just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari pihak gw, gw katakan percis seperti apa yang gw tulis di postingan "&lt;a href="http://alwaysviona.blogspot.com/2009/07/ngomongin-papa-part-1.html" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngomongin papa..&lt;/a&gt;", hanya aja emang gak sedetail di tulisan. Cuma garis besarnya papa tau *akhirnya* bagaimana perasaan gw sebenernya waktu papa tinggalin gw dan hidup ancur-ancuran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yang buat dia gak punya mama kan saya, yang bikin dia sakit ati kan saya, waktu itu saya bener-bener takut untuk telepon dia untuk minta maaf."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glek* Gw baru pertama kali denger perasaan papa yang sebenernya hari ini tentang betapa takutnya dia untuk angkat telepon dan nelpon gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Seumur hidup saya, saya adalah orang yang pemberani. Saya gak takut apapun. Saya gak takut mabok-mabokan, saya gak takut bikin narkoba, saya gak takut berantem, sama siapapun gak takut. Tapi hari itu saya gak berani untuk angkat telepon untuk telepon anak saya."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glek lagi* Seorang pemberani kalah di depan anaknya. Kalah sama gagang telepon. Kalah sama penolakan yang mungkin akan dilakukan anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata, gak kalah sodara-sodara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;"Tapi saya memberanikan diri saya. Roh Kudus tolong saya. Saya telepon dia saat itu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glek* Inget kejadian waktu Papa telepon gw. (please baca postingan gw yang "&lt;a href="http://alwaysviona.blogspot.com/2009/07/ngomongin-papa-part-1.html" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngomongin papa..&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu Om Ronny nyambung,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ok, kita sekarang ke Viona... Viona waktu itu bagaimana waktu terima telepon papa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aku kaget banget. Aku gak nyangka kalo ini suara papa, karena selama papa di penjara kita gak pernah ada kontek sama sekali selama 4 tahun. Aku nangis sejadi-jadinya dan saat itu aku memang udah maafin papa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;"Viona juga bilang pernah ikut Bootcamp ya? Bisa ceritain gimana prosesnya sampe kamu mau maafin papa yang udah nyakitin hati kamu dan bikin kamu ancur-ancuran?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Iya, dulu aku ikut bootcamp tahun 2005, aku diajarin untuk forgive and forget, sebenernya dari kecil aku diajarin untuk berdoa buat papa biar papa bertobat, tapi karena seakan-akan Tuhan gak jawab doa aku. Aku udah berhenti berdoa buat papa, aku kira Tuhan gak denger, bahkan Tuhan bawa papa ke penjara. Aku gak percaya lagi, tapi saat bootcamp itu aku mau maafin papa, dan satu-satunya cara untuk aku liat miracle dalam hidup aku adalah aku maafin papa dulu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw nyambung lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"2 minggu setelah aku bener-bener maafin papa, itulah saat papa memberanikan diri untuk telepon aku. Timing Tuhan bener-bener pas, kalo papa telepon aku saat aku masih sakit hati dan benci sama papa, mungkin hari ini gak akan ada."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa... Gw baru kali ini mengumbar isi hati di depan kamera untuk ditayangin di seluruh nusantara *haha* dan baru kali ini denger isi hati papa saat di depan kamera itu. Mungkin kita berdua mirip-mirip, sama-sama malu ngomongin hal-hal terbuka hanya berdua doang, jadi musti di depan orang banyak. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL PRAISE TO GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ini pengalaman yang berharga banget buat seorang Viona. Bukan karena masuk Tipi-nya, tapi karena &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;udah denger kesaksian seorang pemberani yang menang dan menaklukkan ketakutan terbesarnya&lt;/span&gt; saat itu. Cuma karena God aja yang bikin gw terima papa lagi dan sayang lagi sama papa. Padahal dulu, yang gw bilang adalah, gw gak mau anggep papa ada di kehidupan gw lagi. Tapi sekarang, gw bilang kalo gw udah maafin papa dan sayang sama papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dad! I DO! And I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;God punya timing yang gak pernah meleset untuk segala sesuatu *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEGALA SESUATU&lt;/span&gt;*, jadi kalo ada di antara kamu-kamu yang lagi struggling di satu hal dan berdoa tapi rasanya God gak jawab-jawab, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;, segala yang buruk di mata kita gak buruk di mata Tuhan. Dia bisa ubah telor pecah jadi telor dadar. Dia bisa ubah awan gelap jadi hujan, dan dari hujan jadi pelangi. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL IN &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do, and I have experienced this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/257/1BCF8CB997F168CE8156FFEE317512FD.png" style="border: 0pt none;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1967640513380172471?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1967640513380172471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1967640513380172471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1967640513380172471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1967640513380172471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/09/gw-masuk-tipi-balesan-perasaan-papa.html' title='GW MASUK TIPI!!! ~Balesan perasaan papa :)'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7520923939778001415</id><published>2009-08-28T00:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:46:29.966+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Ecclesiastes 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada waktu untuk lahir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ada waktu untuk meninggal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk menanam,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk mencabut yang ditanam;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;ada waktu untuk membunuh,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk menyembuhkan;&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk merombak,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk membangun;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ada waktu untuk menangis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ada waktu untuk tertawa; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk meratap;&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk menari;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;ada waktu untuk membuang batu,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk mengumpulkan batu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ada waktu untuk memeluk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ada waktu untuk menahan diri dari memeluk;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;ada waktu untuk mencari,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk membiarkan rugi;&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk menyimpan,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk membuang;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ada waktu untuk merobek, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ada waktu untuk menjahit; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk berdiam diri,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk berbicara;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;ada waktu untuk mengasihi,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk membenci;&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk perang,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Apakah untung pekerja dari yang dikerjakannya dengan berjerih payah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Aku telah melihat pekerjaan yang diberikan Allah kepada anak-anak manusia untuk melelahkan dirinya.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ia membuat segala sesuatu indah pada waktunya, bahkan Ia memberikan kekekalan dalam hati mereka.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tetapi manusia tidak dapat menyelami pekerjaan yang dilakukan Allah dari awal sampai akhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Aku tahu bahwa untuk mereka tak ada yang lebih baik dari pada bersuka-suka dan menikmati kesenangan dalam hidup mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Dan bahwa setiap orang dapat makan, minum dan menikmati kesenangan dalam segala jerih payahnya, itu juga adalah pemberian Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Aku tahu bahwa segala sesuatu yang dilakukan Allah akan tetap ada untuk selamanya; itu tak dapat ditambah dan tak dapat dikurangi; Allah berbuat demikian, supaya manusia takut akan Dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Yang sekarang ada dulu sudah ada, dan yang akan ada sudah lama ada; dan Allah mencari yang sudah lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Ada lagi yang kulihat di bawah matahari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;di tempat pengadilan, di situpun terdapat ketidakadilan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dan di tempat keadilan, di situpun terdapat ketidakadilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Berkatalah aku dalam hati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Allah akan mengadili baik orang yang benar maupun yang tidak adil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;karena untuk segala hal dan segala pekerjaan ada waktunya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Tentang anak-anak manusia aku berkata dalam hati:&lt;br /&gt;"Allah hendak menguji mereka dan memperlihatkan kepada mereka bahwa mereka hanyalah binatang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Karena nasib manusia adalah sama dengan nasib binatang, nasib yang sama menimpa mereka; sebagaimana yang satu mati, demikian juga yang lain. Kedua-duanya mempunyai nafas yang sama, dan manusia tak mempunyai kelebihan atas binatang, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karena segala sesuatu adalah sia-sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Kedua-duanya menuju satu tempat;&lt;br /&gt;kedua-duanya terjadi dari debu dan kedua-duanya kembali kepada debu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Siapakah yang mengetahui,&lt;br /&gt;apakah nafas manusia naik ke atas dan nafas binatang turun ke bawah bumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;Aku melihat bahwa tidak ada yang lebih baik bagi manusia dari pada bergembira dalam pekerjaannya, sebab itu adalah bagiannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Karena siapa akan memperlihatkan kepadanya apa yang akan terjadi sesudah dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7520923939778001415?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7520923939778001415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7520923939778001415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7520923939778001415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7520923939778001415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/08/ecclesiastes-3.html' title='Ecclesiastes 3'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1223353853337717158</id><published>2009-08-26T22:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:23:08.605+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>What a PRIVILEGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sebab sesungguhnya bukan malaikat-malaikat yang Ia kasihani, tetapi keturunan Abraham yang Ia kasihani." -Ibrani 2:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT A PRIVILEGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves humans. Not angels. We adore angels. But God adores us. What a privilege to be loved by God, the creator of the angels and humans. How God cares about us, humans! We're like His &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;priority&lt;/span&gt; among all the universe, creatures, and the angels He's created. How special we are that God Himself left His most high throne to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;like us &lt;/span&gt;and to experience every temptation humans are going through. What a privilege to be human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For HE HIMSELF has suffered, being tempted, He is ABLE to aid those who are tempted." -Hebrew 2:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sebab karena IA SENDIRI telah menderita karena pencobaan, maka IA dapat menolong mereka yang dicobai." -Ibrani 2:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1223353853337717158?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1223353853337717158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1223353853337717158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1223353853337717158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1223353853337717158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-privilege.html' title='What a PRIVILEGE!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-1506281642299776624</id><published>2009-08-26T21:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:24:03.171+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>Believe in the truth, not lies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Therefore we must give the more earnest heed to the things we have heard, lest we drift away." -Hebrew 2:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;("Karena itu harus lebih teliti kita memperhatikan apa yang kita dengar, supaya kita jangan hanyut dibawa arus." -Ibrani 2:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me understand it this way:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhatikan &lt;span&gt;APA &lt;/span&gt;yang aku dengar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhatikan &lt;span&gt;SIAPA &lt;/span&gt;yang memperdengarkan apa yang aku dengar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday, Ps. Indri Gautama preached about what and who we should listen to. Well, as I heard that preaching, I took a look at my heart. What have I heard and what have I believed so far? --&gt; the devil. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I've always believed the devil's lies. All lies come from the devil because he's a father of all bullshits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kalo God adalah sumber kebenaran,&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gw adalah anak dari sumber kebenaran,&lt;br /&gt;Betapa bodohnya gw mau-mau aja diadposi sama raja bullshit dan perfcaya semua ke-Bullshit-an yang dia kasih tau ke gw!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To be bullied, to stay in those bullshits, even play with bullshits, that's what I've done so far. Meskipun gw masih menganggap gw ini anaknya God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimana mungkin?&lt;br /&gt;God says I am able.&lt;br /&gt;Devil says I am not able.&lt;br /&gt;I say I am not able.&lt;br /&gt;You see how I believed bullshits more than truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Devil says I am cursed.&lt;br /&gt;I say I am cursed.&lt;br /&gt;HOW STUPID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized how the devil works. He turns every truth into lies, and they're a bit tricky.&lt;br /&gt;It's tricky so I must know how to discern between what's lie and what's truth! AND OBEY what I've heard from God (which is the truth for sure)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIBLE! OPERN IT! It's all about truth and lies! The bible tells you what's true and what's not! Read, meditate in it, because it's God's own words! It's God's voice! God will tell you, as a father, what's true and what's not. What's right and what's wrong. Even His secrets will be revealed to you if you're closed enough to His heart! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES YOU HEARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Give the more earnest heed to the things I've heard, or less I drift away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why you're so often defeated?&lt;br /&gt;Because you believe lies, that's why you drift away like many people do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IN GOD, NOT IN LIES. You're too smart to stay bullied, Cia-Cia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, I want to always walk with You, hold my hands and never let go. If I'd ever insist to want to go, away from You, don't let me. Don't let me believe lies. Please hold me tight, I don't wanna drift away. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-1506281642299776624?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/1506281642299776624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=1506281642299776624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1506281642299776624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/1506281642299776624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/08/believe-in-truth-not-lies.html' title='Believe in the truth, not lies!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-8163746346406217546</id><published>2009-08-24T16:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:21:01.297+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='point of view'/><title type='text'>Tuhan gak adil? OH, PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I made a blog in www.bloggaul.com, i wrote an article about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.bloggaul.com/alwaysviona/?op=readblog&amp;amp;idblog=100112"&gt;SUICIDE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and my point of view about it. There's a comment stated from "suicidal" below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;suicidal   Selasa, 11 Agustus 2009 @ 21:57 WIB     (Reply)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuhan ngak adil, cth: ada yg kaya dan miskin, extreem ada yg jahat kaya (kasus lumpur), miskin baik, lbh ekstreem: seorang raja yg jahat berkuasa lebih lama dari raja yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuhan ngak pasti: buktiny bnyk agama yg menyatakan tuhanny paling bener, kalo bener tuhan itu ada dan pasti, knp ngk diciptaiin aja satu tuhan dari awal biar manusia ngk bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And here's my reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;viona   Senin, 24 Agustus 2009 @ 15:49 WIB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sama banget sama yang gw pikirin.&lt;br /&gt;tapi satu hal yang kita sebagai manusia sendiri gak bisa deny ato pungkiri, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tuhan kasih kita freewill, karena Tuhan gak bikin robot yang tinggal disuruh-suruh dan langsung nurut, tapi Tuhan ciptain manusia dengan beragam pemikiran dan hati yang beda-beda. kenapa ada yang miskin, kenapa ada yang jahat? karena manusia bisa memilih untuk jadi miskin dan memilih untuk jadi jahat.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salahin Tuhan yang gak bikin manusia jadi seperti robot?&lt;br /&gt;no, karena Tuhan pengen penyembahnya berasal dari hati, bukan karena perintah dan suruhan belaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa banyak 'tuhan' di banyak agama, karena sekali lagi manusia bisa milih untuk berpikir dan meyakini keyakinannya sendiri. intention manusia pun jadinya berbeda-beda. i think kita gak bisa kotakkin banyak hal di dalam satu kotak, dan 'mengotakkan' keadilan Tuhan, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dengan melihat hanya pada satu dua sisi gak cukup untuk menyelubungi kebesaran dan sifat keadilannya yang mutlak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan pada akhirnya, kita mencapai konklusi yang berasal dari pikiran kita sendiri hasil dari 'pengotakkan' yang dilakukan oleh akal sehat kita yang sebanding dengan debu kalo dibandingin dengan kebesaran otak Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertanyaan ini dan itu, kenapa begini kenapa begitu, kalao Tuhan emang ada kenapa ini begini, kenapa ini begitu, as a conclusion, aku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gak bisa judge God&lt;/span&gt; karena dia lebih tahu jauh lebih banyak dari aku. dan untuk aku 'mengotakkan' keadilan Tuhan dan kepastian Tuhan adalah tindakan bodoh, kenapa? karena kalo dari mata Tuhan, kita seperti anjing kecil buta yang lagi jalan ke arah lobang jurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we think we are wise, we think we know, we think we really have seen everything, in fact we don't, we haven't. in the end, we're drowned by our own little pride and stupid conclusion about how unfair God is, and the fact that &lt;b&gt;God is real&lt;/b&gt; mesmerize us, but it would be too late for our pride to realize, that He is true and He is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a naive thing to think about something by just looking from our own point of view, and not His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;This comment really triggered my emotion and common sense toward suicidal thing. I have moved on, I have moved to a good conclusion, now I won't let anybody mock my God. ONE THING I BELIEVE, HE IS FAIR AND HE IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says that God is not good, the human himself is the one that is not good, not God. GOD gak bisa ngelawan kodratNya sebagai TUHAN yang adil dan baik. Nothing in this world can fight against Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-8163746346406217546?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/8163746346406217546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=8163746346406217546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8163746346406217546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8163746346406217546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuhan-gak-adil-oh-please.html' title='Tuhan gak adil? OH, PLEASE!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-2528061921383008859</id><published>2009-08-24T09:05:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:43:28.255+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>What is more precious than rubies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**What is more precious than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;rubies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SpH2F7pMkEI/AAAAAAAAAko/JfPTYIZzj2I/s1600-h/ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SpH2F7pMkEI/AAAAAAAAAko/JfPTYIZzj2I/s400/ruby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373346412199972930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Siapa sih yang gak mau dikasih batu mahal?&lt;br /&gt;Berlian, permata, emas, perak, rubi, hmmm... batu-batu cantik yang harganya juga cantik. *mupeng* Hm, kalo nemu tambang emas rasanya seneng banget, karena bisa jadi kaya. Tapi, ternyata ada yang lebih menarik (baca: berharga) dari emas dan batu-batu berharga laennya. Ada yang lebih mahal daripada berlian, yang everlasting dan gak bisa mati harganya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;W  I  S  D  O  M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang nyari harta lebih daripada nyari wisdom. Padahal wisdom/kebijakan punya harga yang lebih mahal daripada tambang emas. Iya dong, kalo aku nemu tambang emas tanpa punya wisdom, gak ada artinya penemuan itu. Wisdom ini, di alkitab katanya ada sejak sebelum bumi diciptakan (liat di amsal, deh!), sebelum samudera terbentang, dan akan ada terus selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt; = craftsman = ahli, terampil = ada bersama-sama Allah = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roh Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Takut akan Tuhan adalah permulaan pengetahuan." Amsal 1:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena Dia-lah awal/permulaan dari pengetahuan. Ya dong...? hehe.. So, takut akan Allah, mengenal Allah, tahu isi hatiNya, then you're considered wise, karena kenal sama si permulaan pengetahuan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Receive my instruction, not silver."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--&gt; Dengar instruksi dulu, bukan mau uang duluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebanyakan orang bertindak tanpa denger instruksi lalu berharap dapat hasil maksimal. --&gt; BODOH! Aku jadi inget, aku ini kalo maen game tuh gak suka baca instruksinya dulu, jadi maen aja langsung nyoba-nyoba sendiri. Padahal sih instruksinya udah ada, tinggal dibaca dan diikutin, tapi karena aku meremehkan, aku jadi suka bingung di tengah jalan, kerepotan sendiri pas lagi maen, karena gak jalan sesuai instruksi yang udah dikasih tau di awal permainan. :P Eh, hasilnya, gw jadi gak menang-menang, yeah, meskipun menang, jadi lama deh menangnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua karena gak baca instruksi! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't being wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan katanya &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Life is a game&lt;/span&gt;, pasti dong ada instruksinya, harus begini, harus begitu, larangan ini, larangan itu, strateginya begini, strateginya begitu, senjatanya yang ini, musuhnya yang itu, dan banyak instruksi-instruksi laennya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kebanyakan kita gak mau terlalu pusing untuk 'baca instruksi', yang ada malah jalanin hidup tanpa pertimbangan, gak menjadi bijaksana, dan meremehkan instruksi yang seharusnya bisa bawa kita ke jalan kehidupan yang lurus, ke kemenangan-kemenangan dalam hidup, tapi karena gak mau 'baca instruksi' dan lebih percaya intuisi, jadi sering salah langkah deh! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salah jalan dalam hidup kan, it costs more than losing rubies or diamond. It's losing a life! Isn't your life more valuable than rubies and diamonds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hear instruction &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; be wise, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; do not disdain it." -Proverbs 8:23&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HIGHLIGHTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HEAR&lt;/span&gt; instruction&lt;br /&gt;Artinya, dengar, buka kuping, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perhatikan&lt;/span&gt; instruksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak cuma dengar, tapi JUGA jadi BIJAK, karena kalo cuma dengar tapi gak dilakoni, apa itu bijak? Gak... *jawab sendiri, hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT disdain&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;*AND yang ke 2* JANGAN REMEHKAN! Nah, dengan melakukan instruksi yang udah didengar, itu namanya menjadi bijak, terus melakukan instruksi dengan segenap hati, jangan meremehkan instruksinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;**This writing refers to Amsal 8:1-36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. to the writer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DENGAR, DILAKUIN, DAN GAK DIREMEHIN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Jangan cuma omong (nulis) doang, dong!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, I know I can do it with You. :) I'm sorry I've disobeyed You too many times, and thank you for being so loving to me, for being so graceful and so forgiving. I don't wanna take it for granted. Thank you for walking with me all the way. I'll make sure I'm still committed to following You, God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your Cia-Cia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-2528061921383008859?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/2528061921383008859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=2528061921383008859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/2528061921383008859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/2528061921383008859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-more-precious-than-rubies.html' title='What is more precious than rubies?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SpH2F7pMkEI/AAAAAAAAAko/JfPTYIZzj2I/s72-c/ruby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4824144596411918128</id><published>2009-08-24T05:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:10:35.121+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Masterpiece - The day I planned to die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy mocked me this morning, he said something about my appearance. I didn't feel awkward, so I pretended to not listen to him and walked away. I continued my steps towards my workplace. And then I prepared my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly before lunch time, I did something fatal, I screwed what I was doing, and there was a total mess. I did something wrong. So, my boss scolded me and shouted something about my incapability in handling my work. Oh, he also added that I barely made good things for his company, and so on and so on. Boss, that hurts. During lunch time, I just spent my time alone, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe my boss is right, that I can't do any good. All I can do is failing him, and that he cannot put his trust on me. Maybe he's right, that I don't worth that work. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was thinking about a step back. Like a loser, like a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hours had passed, I walked out of the office and decided to take a walk home. The office was not so far from home, it took only about 15 minute walk. I spent time thinking about my life, it was a mess as well, like all I do was just so stupid. I failed my family, I ran out from home, from dad, and never planned to come back home. I hated to stay with a parent whose intention was only to enjoy my body. He took me, raped me, four times, no, five times. I thought it was true, that I didn't deserve good things, that I was an embarrassment to him, and I had better go and be a beggar or something similar. Maybe it was true, that his wife left him soon after I was born and went on her happy life with another better man. And maybe it was the right choice for me to also left him after all that he'd done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is right, that I don't deserve any of his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark but yet a busy road. I was too bothered by my thoughts to even look up and see what was ahead of my way. I kept my head down, so that my tears wouldn't drop on my cheeks. But somebody called me, the voice came from behind my back. I didn't bother to turn around, I didn't care about anyone else, even if there was a truck heading my way, I didn't care. I continued to walk, and it was just a step away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice called me again, by my name. A familiar voice, one that brought back a past memory, back then when I was a child. I didn't know who he was. I turned my head, trying to find out who that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was in a mental illness. So I just ignored whoever he was. "Who cares if I am crazy, anyway?" I thought. I entered my house and reached the old sofa in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who cares if I die?" my wild thoughts had gone to the worst choice of a human being. I planned to end my life, to stop my breath, to face the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp! --that voice again. Who could that be? An intruder? A robber? I didn't care, I was about to die in just a couple minutes. So I reached my bedroom, being unaware of whoever-it-was's presence. Beside my bed, I opened my drawer, and found some of my sleeping pills. Ready and fresh and were in a pretty much big amount to stop my heart from beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were a bit unsteady, they were shaking, and sweating. I was afraid, yet I stopped my tears from dropping. I took some of the pills and the shaking of my hands couldn't be stopped that I dropped some of the pills with its case to the floor. I urged to collect the shattered pills, still with my shaking hands, and took a deep breath to calm myself down. I knew it didn't work, my heart protested my action a lot that my hands couldn't stop shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid. And the thought of whoever-it-was guy flashed into my small mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masterpiece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word struck my mind and stabbed my heart. It was that voice again. The whoever-it-was guy. When would he stop bothering me? I closed my eyes, wondering now where the hell that voice came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever made a masterpiece?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was he talking about? A... masterpiece? Someone like me? Someone ugly, undeserved, weak woman? Made a masterpiece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's a masterpiece?" I whispered. Just then I thought I was crazy to answer to the voice in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I might be crazy to continue this conversation. Tomorrow, people are going to find my dead body, lying peacefully on this bed, and then it will be the end of my suffering."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think a masterpiece is?" The voice asked me again. I wasn't sure whose voice that was, I was crazy, that was what I could be certain of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh..." I hesitated, but who cares? So I continued. "Something that you made with your hands that made you feel proud and that handed you awards and so called things?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pills from my right hand, it wasn't shaking anymore. Put some of them into my mouth and drank much water. I might need a pause from pills to pills, at least I would finish all pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever made a masterpiece?" that voice repeated the first question.&lt;br /&gt;"No. I can't make one. I am a dumbass. Someone that wouldn't do any good thing."&lt;br /&gt;"There isn't something you make that makes you feel proud about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think (and felt bad about it). I found some things that had made me proud. I had ever won a prize in school for a scrapbook competition. It was the first prize I had won in high school. It was categorized as the most unique scrapping. I was proud of what I'd made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That can't be considered a masterpiece, can it?" I answered to the voice in my head.&lt;br /&gt;"Were you proud of it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was."&lt;br /&gt;"Then it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't a masterpiece something you should get approval from the people that are able to judge what you made before you can consider it as a masterpiece?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Did you get people's approval at that time? From the judges?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, kind of. The prize proved it. I got money, a pretty much big amount at that time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me? Made a masterpiece? Funny. I had gone real crazy. I couldn't doubt that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I made a masterpiece, too."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you did. Whoever you are."&lt;br /&gt;"It is you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about me?"&lt;br /&gt;"The masterpiece that I made. It is you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am crazy. Nobody doubts that now."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah? So I am your masterpiece. What's so special about it? People don't appreciate my doings, they mock my appearance, they are always true about sending me to hell, they are right that I don't deserve any goodness since I don't make any good to them, they don't approve me, the judges banned me, they all want to get rid of me, even my dad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my cheeks and now was a bad idea to stop the flowing that had rushed too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't need their approval, they're not the experts."&lt;br /&gt;"So, WHAT ARE YOU? YOU ARE... an expert?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a glimpse of emotion in me. After a while. Still thinking about this crazy thought that I was talking to, and a not so pretty topic before dying in this little self-talk conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you were the maker of the earth, you would know what I feel. I feel proud of my masterpiece. I feel proud of you."&lt;br /&gt;"And now you're saying, you're the maker of the earth? You're ins... No, I am insane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever gazed into the sky, seen the stars that are shattered all over the sky, and drawn some lines to connect one star to another just to find maybe the stars looked like a rabbit to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How, how did you know that?" I was insane, completely. I assured myself.&lt;br /&gt;"I saw you, when you were so small, you loved to gaze the stars on drew lines like connecting the dots in the sky with your little point finger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have told you, haven't I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I created things, many things. The things that you can see, the things that you can't. Things that you can reach, things that you can't. I created masterpieces, like the sun, the moon, the stars that put a smile on your face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp. I was talking to God. A God. I'd forgotten what God is. The creator of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I created a masterpiece. The one that I am talking to."&lt;br /&gt;"Me? A masterpiece?"&lt;br /&gt;"Remember what a masterpiece is? And, yes, I am proud of you. I remember creating you, Amy. I remember it clearly, when you were just a substance, not yet formed, I remember it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice, sounded like he was smiling. Tears dropped again. Now I didn't try to stop it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I approve you. How can I not approve my own creation? How should any human approve what you are when you have me, as the creator, who's approved the whole you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't answer. What could I say? He's the creator. A God. Who could be in any higher place than where He is now? He, is the judge over all judges. Who the hell are those people pretend to be judges and say who I am, what I don't deserve, and what I couldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that you get my point, take away those pills. I don't think it's good to loose a masterpiece. I'd kept you my whole life, now you want to take it away from me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bad. I was really sorry. I was unable to control what I felt right now. Nor could I control the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amy, I love you. You deserve everything good, including my love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A masterpiece I am. I am not insane, but now I begin to believe this. Somebody's proud of me, and that somebody is God. Who can be in any higher place than where He is right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt comfortable, and I fell in a deep sleep, knowing that I am loved. That I am a masterpiece. No matter what happened before, to hold on to this thought, to this fact, I have won. I am a masterpiece. No one can change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For You formed my inward parts;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You covered me in my mother’s womb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will praise You, for I am fearfully&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and wonderfully made;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marvelous are Your works,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And that my soul knows very well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My frame was not hidden from You,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I was made in secret,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And skillfully wrought in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;the lowest parts of the earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in Your book they all were written,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The days fashioned for me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When as yet there were none of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Psalm 139:13-16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4824144596411918128?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4824144596411918128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4824144596411918128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4824144596411918128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4824144596411918128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/08/masterpiece-day-i-planned-to-die.html' title='Masterpiece - The day I planned to die.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-613932498687317497</id><published>2009-07-20T21:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:12:48.048+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Do you know that God burps too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God burps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*like us, human*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does, I mean, He did, when Jesus was on earth. He burped.&lt;br /&gt;Not literally said in the bible, "...and Jesus burped after eating."&lt;br /&gt;*or maybe after drinking Cola*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just as we are.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Hebrew 4:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a God.&lt;br /&gt;He was a human being,&lt;br /&gt;A God who came to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you burp, remember that Jesus also burped.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you fart, remember that Jesus also farted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not trying to humiliate our God,&lt;br /&gt;but if He was a human,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just as we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He would've had the same body system as ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what happens in our body also happened in Jesus' body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no wonder what happen in our heart also happened in Jesus' heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you feel happy, remember that Jesus also felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you feel pain, remember that Jesus also felt pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pain,&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I say it once more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *your* pain,&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *your* pain&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I believe what He always says,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand. Now, follow My steps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note: Never harden your heart when Jesus speaks to you.&lt;/span&gt; *I'm talking to my self* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-613932498687317497?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/613932498687317497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=613932498687317497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/613932498687317497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/613932498687317497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-know-that-god-burps-too.html' title='Do you know that God burps too?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-2270684609691014229</id><published>2009-07-15T18:28:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:23:29.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Ngomongin papa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*artikel ini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diikut-sertakan dalam Writing Competition CIBFest 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku lagi ngomongin papa, tapi papa jangan GR yaa.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya, aku gak pernah nunjukkin seberapa aku sayang papa, mungkin karena udah lamaaaa kepisah, yah meskipun cuma 5 tahun, tetep aja rasanya aku canggung waktu kita terpisah dan gak ketemu-ketemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, aku gak bisa ngomong langsung, jadi aku ngomong di sini aja yaa.. Mungkin papa bakal ketemu artikel ini dari Handphone papa yang sekarang udah ada settingan GPRS-nya, tapi mungkin aja nggak. Mungkin nanti aku akan kasih tau papa link ke blog aku, supaya papa bisa tau isi hatiku tentang papa. Tapi, mungkin setelah aku gak malu lagi. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, gak tau kenapa, tapi aku gak bisa sepolos dulu, semulus dulu, sedeket dulu sama papa, seperti waktu aku masih di kelas 3 SMP. Aku masih sering &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gandeng tangan papa, peluk papa kenceng-kenceng&lt;/span&gt; waktu diboncengin pake motor (motor honda yang papa beli sama kung-kung dulu itu loh...). Papa juga sering isengin aku dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ngegosok tanganku di jenggot papa&lt;/span&gt;, yang papa tau, rasanya &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;geliii banget&lt;/span&gt; di tanganku. Aku juga udah gak inget lagi candaan papa, gaya papa niruin Mr. Bean, cerita papa tentang isengnya papa ngiket buntut kucing pake segerembeng kaleng, dan lelucon gigi palsu papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga udah gak pernah kangen lagi sama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bau minyak rambut papa &lt;/span&gt;yang nempel di bantal tidurku, bekas papa tidur di kamarku bareng aku dulu, aku juga udah gak kangen lagi sama suara motor papa yang aku selalu nanti-nanti untuk terdengar di depan rumahku. Aku juga udah gak kangen sama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suara nyanyian merdu papa&lt;/span&gt;, yang suka papa perdengarkan di rumah waktu karaoke sendirian (papa tau gak, waktu papa karaoke itu, aku suka senyum-senyum sendiri karena suara papa *yang merdu tentunya* kedengeran sampe luar rumah, tempat biasanya aku maen sepeda bareng temen-temenku).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga udah gak menanti-nanti hari ulang tahunku, dimana papa selalu kasih aku hadiah, boneka, traktiran makan, ataupun pergi ke dufan. Dan kalo lagi banyak uang, papa kasih aku undang temen-temenku untuk rayain ulang tahun bareng. Papa tau, aku seneeeng banget waktu itu. Itu pertama kalinya aku rayain ulang tahun seramai itu, temen-temen sekelasku dateng ke ulang tahunku yang ke 9 tahun, aku inget banget, tanggal 8 Desember, 1 hari sebelum ulang tahunku, papa ajak aku pergi ke Metro supermarket untuk beli makanan kecil, topi, dan piring kertas untuk pesta ulang tahunku. Aku gak pernah lupa papa panggil aku, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cia-Cia! Papa lagi ada duit, ayo, beli makanan buat ulang tahun besok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa tau gak, aku seneeeeengnyaaa bukan main, sampe-sampe aku masih inget, waktu itu total belanjaannya Rp 75.000,-. Dan aku seneng banget, karena buat aku itu angka yang besar, dan papa kasih itu untuk hari ulang tahun aku. Aneh kan aku masih inget? Itu tandanya aku sangat sangat sangat senang waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku juga udah gak kangen lagi sama gendongan papa. Seperti yang papa lakukan dulu waktu aku mau nangis karena ngiri sama sepupuku, atau waktu aku dijahilin sama karyawannya Qiu-Qiu aku. Papa mungkin gak inget, waktu itu aku digendong papa dan aku ngadu sama papa, tapi papa bilang, "Ah, masa' gitu aja Cia-Cia nangis..." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa gak manjain aku, dan aku bersyukur karenanya. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa tau? Aku udah jadi cewek yang kuat sekarang,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gak nangis karena hal-hal sepele&lt;/span&gt;, itu karena waktu papa gendong aku dulu dan bilang begitu. Papa gak pernah tau kan seberapa berdampaknya papa buat aku? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, aku mau jujur, dulu aku sempet kesel sama papa, karena keluargaku dulu *dulu, loh* pada gak suka sama papa, kata Qiu-Qiu aku, papa yang bunuh mama, tapi aku gak percaya, Qiu-Qiu aku itu ngomongnya emang asal.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku mana percaya, orang mama yang bunuh dirinya sendiri kok, bukan papa yang ngelakuin. Jadi, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aku tetep sayang papa, seperti apapun papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka kesel juga sama papa, karena dulu papa jarang tepatin janji. Aku sering menanti-nanti suara motor papa, artinya papa dateng, gak jarang juga aku salah mengira, aku kira itu suara motor papa, gak taunya suara motor siapa aku gak tau, dan suara motor yang bukan motor papa itu mengecewakan aku. Apalagi waktu papa bilang papa janji mau dateng. Padahal, dari malem aku telepon papa, aku udah seneng banget kalo papa mau dateng, tapi ternyata gak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, papa suka bawa aku ikut lomba nyanyi, di situ saat-saat aku seneng banget nyanyi, aku rekam suaraku sendiri di kaset dan nyanyiin lagunya To Liong To yang dinyanyiin sama mbak Yuni Shara. Aku masih inget lagunya loh, pa.. :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku inget banget, setiap ada event di mall, papa selalu daftarin aku lomba nyanyi. Papa latih aku nyanyi hampir setiap hari, cuma untuk ngumpulin piala-piala kuning yang sekarang ditaroh di atas lemari sampe berdebu. Tapi aku seneng banget liat piala-piala itu, apalagi waktu inget rasanya deg-degan nunggu namaku dipanggil sebagai pemenang. :) Aku gak pernah lupa waktu papa gak ijinin aku denger peserta lomba lain nyanyi, karena takut aku jadi gak PD, jadinya papa ajak aku jalan-jalan dulu di mall, jauh-jauh dari panggung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa tau? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hal itu membangun bata rasa percaya diriku sampe sekarang loh...&lt;/span&gt; :) Dan aku perkokoh terus setiap kali aku inget usaha papa menempelkan bata perbata kepercayaan diriku waktu dulu. Yang paling lucu adalah waktu aku mau maju ke atas panggung karena giliranku nyanyi udah tiba. Papa suruh aku lepas kacamata supaya aku gak grogi karena banyaknya penonton. Ternyata, membaca komik Doraemon sambil tiduran bisa membuatku percaya diri, karena mataku yang minus gak membuatku grogi menghadapi banyaknya mata penonton yang mengarah ngeliatin aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe sekarang, aku percaya, kalo aku ini percaya diri untuk berdiri di depan banyak orang. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa memang hebat! &lt;/span&gt;:) Tapi yang mengecewakan aku, papa seringkali telat mendaftarkan namaku di lomba itu, papa nunda-nunda pendaftaran sampe hari H aku lomba, jadinya seringkali aku gak jadi ikut lomba, dan baju-baju merah yang baru papa beliin setiap kali aku lomba jadi gak berguna karena aku gak jadi naik panggung. Papa tau gak, aku malu dan kecewa sama papa, tapi aku gak bilang dan percaya waktu papa bilang, "Gak papa, masih ada kesempatan lain..." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku percaya loh, pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalo kesempatan yang satu terlewat, kesempatan lain masih menunggu&lt;/span&gt;, aku percaya itu sampe sekarang. :) Ternyata, kelalaian papa menjadi kegunaan buat aku sampe sekarang. :) Segala sesuatu yang terlihat buruk, ternyata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gak selamanya buruk&lt;/span&gt; yah, Pa! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku udah gak pernah pengen naik mobil lagi sama papa, dulu mobil papa ganti-ganti, tapi aku tau sebenarnya itu bukan mobil papa, papa pinjem dari temen papa. Tapi mobil-mobil pinjeman papa itu jadi mobil favoritku sampe sekarang. Aku inget mobil yang pernah papa bawa untuk jemput aku pergi jalan-jalan, mobil Jeep warna hitam dan mobil Panther warna hijau. Mobil pinjeman itu gak kalah menarik dengan mobil BMW dan Mercedes yang kulihat diparkir di dekat rumahku. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa memang gak pernah kehilangan kharisma di mataku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga udah gak pernah kangen lagi sama papa, setelah beberapa tahun lamanya sejak aku dengar dari sepupuku kalo papa masuk penjara. Sepupuku dengan semangat cerita tentang papa yang waktu itu sedikit terkenal karena masuk tivi, ternyata diliput di berita. Sayangnya waktu itu sebagai anak kelas 3 SMP aku gak suka nonton berita, karena aku lebih tertarik sama F4, daripada cewek yang ngomong sambil duduk gak ngapa-ngapain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, aku denger dari sepupuku yang waktu itu masih kecil-kecil, kalo papa bikin narkoba. Meskipun sepertinya orang-orang gak ada yang pengen aku tau soal itu, akhirnya toh aku akan tau juga, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu itu aku kecewaaa banget sama papa, hal pertama yang bikin aku kecewa adalah karena papa udah janji mau beliin aku handphone kalo aku masuk SMA, tapi ternyata papa gak pernah nganterin aku ke gerbang SMA seperti waktu papa anterin aku ke gerbang SMP pertama kalinya dulu. Tapi bukan soal handphone yang gak dibeliin yang bikin aku paling kecewa, tapi soal absennya papa dari hadapanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Absennya suara motor papa.&lt;br /&gt;Absennya suara karaoke-an papa.&lt;br /&gt;Absennya bau minyak rambut papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku inget banget, berhari-hari mataku bengkak karena tau bau minyak rambut papa gak bisa lagi aku cium, dan suara motor papa gak bisa lagi aku dengar, at least for the next 7 years. Aku denger dari siapaa gitu, kalo dipenjara itu bisa ampe 7 tahun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waktu itu setiap hari aku itungin berapa tahun lagi sampe aku umur 22,&lt;/span&gt; karena di umurku yang ke 22 artinya papa akan keluar dari penjara. Dan papa mungkin gak percaya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aku itungin umurku setiap hari &lt;/span&gt;menuju ke angka 22. Sampe aku stress sendiri, karena kok lama sekali rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya aku memutuskan untuk gak mau inget papa, dan setiap kali orang tanya di mana papa, aku gak pernah jawab, aku pura-pura gak tau papa ada di mana. Sebenernya di dalem hatiku aku gak pernah pengen inget papa lagi. Jahat kan aku dulu. :( Aku sempet benci papa sama mama, dan aku sempet iriii banget sama temenku yang punya papa dan mama yang kayaknya happy bener dah... Tapi aku cepet-cepet ilangin rasa ngiriku itu, karena aku tau, gak akan berguna buat aku. Jadi aku memutuskan untuk lupain semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Aku lupain dengan jatuh cinta,&lt;br /&gt;Aku lupain dengan persahabatan,&lt;br /&gt;Aku lupain dengan kesibukan sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapi semuanya gak ilangin ingatan aku tentang papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meskipun hati kecilku bilang supaya aku maafin papa, aku gak mau, karena aku sangat marah. Aku gak rela, dulu mama, sekarang papa, mendingan gak usah ada dua-duanya dari dulu. Dulu aku pikir begitu. Apa aku jahat, pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun dulu mikir, kalo papa keluar nanti, aku akan seperti apa? Mungkin aku udah jadi dewasa dan papa gak ngenalin aku lagi, atau aku yang gak ngenalin papa lagi? Kalo papa keluar nanti, aku akan bersikap gimana? Apa seperti aku yang masih kecil dulu, atau aku yang seperti apa? Aku bertanya-tanya terus. Tapi lalu aku memutuskan untuk gak mengingatnya lagi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu setelah bertahun-tahun, aku pun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mulai kangen&lt;/span&gt; sama papa, aku ingin mengendus bantal bekas kepala papa *yang baunya minyak rambut khas papa* lagi seperti dulu. Aku ingin makan bareng papa lagi di ulang tahun papa. Aku ingin pergi ke mall lagi waktu tahun baru Cina. Seberapa kalipun aku menepis perasaan itu, rasa itu dateng lagi dateng lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku teriak di dalam hati, dan sembunyiin perasaanku dalam-dalam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aku cuma pengen papa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku gak mau ketemu papa kalopun aku harus ketemu. Aku gak tau harus kasih liat ekspresi apa. Apa aku harus terlihat seneng, atau gimana? Aku bener-bener gak tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari ada seseorang yang membuat aku memaafkan papa, juga mama. Seseorang yang ingin aku bener-bener bebas dari sakit kayak gini. Melalui proses yang panjang dan sulit *kayak orang melahirkan ya?*, akhirnya aku memutuskan untuk memaafkan papa. Aku bilang juga sama Tuhan, kalau aku mau maafin papa, dan aku kembali menganggap papa ada di hidupku. Meskipun tadinya gak bisa, aku tau Tuhan suruh orang itu untuk jadi perantara Tuhan ngomong ke aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minggu setelah aku mengambil keputusan untuk melepaskan rasa sakitku, aku mendapat telepon dari nomor yang aku gak kenal. Handphone Nokia 3530 ku bergetar waktu aku lagi main komputer. Aku ragu-ragu mengangkat telepon itu. Tapi aku angkat juga dengan nada suara yang enggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Halo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Halo? Cia-Cia?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara itu aku kenal. Suara yang udah terlalu lama aku gak denger. Lebih bagus dari suara nyanyian Whitney Houston dan Mariah Carey yang suaranya selalu kupuja-puja. Suara yang hampir bikin handphone itu jatuh dari genggamanku. Suara yang mustahil aku dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Halo? Ini... siapa?"&lt;/span&gt; aku ragu-ragu. Meskipun tau dengan siapa aku sedang berbicara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cia-Cia, ini papa. Cia-Cia maafin papa, ya..."&lt;/span&gt; Ini kalimat pertama yang aku gak pernah lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Papa?"&lt;/span&gt; Aku masih bengong, aku tau ini suara papa, tapi apa bener ini memang papa? Bukan orang yang menyamar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Iya..."&lt;/span&gt; aku menjawab pertanyaan papa soal maaf tadi. Aku menggumam dalam hati, iya aku udah bener-bener maafin papa. Tapi aku gak bisa ngomong lebih dari ini. Aku kaku. Kaku karena gak percaya apa yang aku denger di telepon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cia-Cia, papa dulu salah. Cia-Cia maafin papa ya... Papa sekarang udah bertobat, papa ketemu Tuhan Yesus. Wuah, luar biasa Cia, papa merasa sukacita sekarang. Papa udah abisin baca alkitab 3 kali."&lt;/span&gt; Aku sendiri belum abis-abis baca alkitab. Papa yang dulu seperti itu, sekarang ngalahin aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lalu, sesuatu yang masih membuatku kaku saat itu, papa berdoa untuk aku. Papa bilang, dia berdoa untuk aku setiap malam. Padahal aku udah stop berdoa untuk papa saat itu. Aku udah stop pikirin papa saat itu. Tapi ternyata ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doa yang tersembunyi&lt;/span&gt; dan gak keliatan di pandanganku, doa yang membuat hatiku cukup lembut untuk maafin papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran tentang segala sesuatu yang buruk ternyata gak selamanya buruk itu memang benar. Dan kali ini terjadi lagi.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Papa bertobat&lt;/span&gt;. Papa kenal Tuhan yang sama dengan Tuhanku. Tuhan yang sejak dulu gak pernah digubris papa, sekarang papa sayang Tuhan yang sama. Tuhan yang sama yang membuat hal buruk menjadi baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menelan ludah. Aku merasa mungkin aku bermimpi, sepanjang pembicaraan itu aku menyembunyikan suara tangisanku supaya papa dan siapapun gak ada yang dengar kalau aku lagi nangis saat itu. Aku nangis bukan cuma karena papa *ternyata* masih ada, tapi karena papa berdoa dan dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;berseri-seri menceritakan perjumpaannya dengan Tuhanku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku gak bisa nahan tangisanku. Aku menangis dengan sangat pelan-pelan. Papa lebih banyak bicara daripada aku saat itu, lalu telepon ditutup. Aku mematikan komputerku, dan lari ke kamar untuk menangis puas-puas. Aku kunci kamarku dan menutup mulutku dengan bantal. Aku berlutut di ranjangku. Sepertinya sudah sangat lama aku gak berlutut lagi, kali itu aku berlutut lagi. Aku teriak sama Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hampir gak percaya, kalo Tuhan memang membuat segalanya baik. Kalo Tuhan membuat sampah jadi berlian. Kalo Tuhan mengangkat debu jadi biji mata. Kalo Tuhan mengubah padang gurun jadi padang rumput. Kalo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuhan gak pernah berpikir untuk menyerah &lt;/span&gt;seperti aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku percaya sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa tau, sampe sekarang papa yang terbaik buat aku. Usaha papa menyekolahkan aku, merawat aku, mendidik aku, papa yang gak pernah menyerah, dan Tuhan yang gak pernah menyerah, membuat aku berhenti berputus asa. Aku gak pernah lagi berhenti berharap, untuk yang satu ini, aku gak pernah berhenti percaya, kalo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;segala sesuatu yang buruk akan jadi baik waktu Tuhan ikut campur tangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, jangan pernah menyerah sama aku, ya. Maafin aku juga, pa... Aku selalu liat kesalahan papa atas tindakanku dan sikapku sekarang. Tapi sekarang, aku tau, Tuhan kasih aku papa yang terbaik. Karena Tuhan sendiri adalah Papa yang paling papa. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku sayang Tuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku sayang papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo papa nanti baca, aku mau papa tau, papa orang yang paling penting di dalam hidup aku. Gak peduli apapun yang terjadi. Papaku yang keren, ke-keren-an papa gak pernah berkurang, dan aku masih mencari-cari apa yang bisa aku kasih untuk papa. :) Maafin aku kalo aku masih canggung berhadapan sama papa, tapi nanti juga gak lagi kok. Papa pasti percaya aku, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Cia-Cia&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-2270684609691014229?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/2270684609691014229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=2270684609691014229&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/2270684609691014229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/2270684609691014229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/ngomongin-papa.html' title='Ngomongin papa..'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7261419875474485559</id><published>2009-07-13T21:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:38:19.618+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Linger in Your love, not in sin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired today.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for bad things I've done. I know, I've been bad. I've been proud. I think that I'm right, yet I'm not. I think that I'm good, but I'm not. I think I please Your heart, actually I hurt You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, let me have a heart that's pleasing Yours. Let me have an attitude that never gives in. Let me be determined to working out my faith in You. Let me fall deep and lost in where You are. Let me not think with my small brain, let me think with Your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorry, LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will You read this letter? I hesitate to give it to You actually, I didn't want to admit my pride. I didn't want You to look at my hidden, barren, naked bruised heart. It's, You know, it's embarassing God. But, God, there's nothing hidden before You, not my heart, not my sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For God will bring every deed into judgment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;including every hidden thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whether it is good or evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm ashamed. Even to You, my God, the creator of every inch of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know You, but I don't. My disbelief attitude proves it, yet my brain denies it. I use Your name for my advantage. I use Your love to spare my attitude. I know, God, I know, it's wrong. I am truly sorry. I have said sorry for more than thousands times, can I still hear You say 'I Love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, this is the very thing I desire, for afar from You, I am a no thing but ash and trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me linger in Your love, not in sin.&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay in Your presence, not in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be where You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You are is right here.&lt;br /&gt;Close to my breath.&lt;br /&gt;Close to my being.&lt;br /&gt;Close enough that I may hear Your heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, You're near. And You're reading my letter. Even if I hide this letter, You know what I wrote. So, I decided to bring it up to You. Lord, I apologize again. I repent. For Your love's sake, I don't want to be far from You. I am a zombie without Your love. Because Your love has been my oxygen, I'm dead without You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Apart from Me, you can do nothing." -John 15:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You said You won't be afar. I know it is I who get away from You. But You always say the same thing, being patient and seeing me as Your daughter *still*. I wanna have Your heart., Father. I wanna have Your heart. To be like You, Father, is what You intend me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, You don't need to reply, God. I know You're here, just right here. Holy Spirit, You are here. and I am listening to You. Humble my heart, grab it and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;♥Cia-Cia♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7261419875474485559?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7261419875474485559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7261419875474485559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7261419875474485559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7261419875474485559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/linger-in-your-love-not-in-sin.html' title='Linger in Your love, not in sin.'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-5777581387158414327</id><published>2009-07-13T03:53:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:12:18.492+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hidup = uap mie pangsit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya seringkali 'merasa hidup'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melihat dengan kedua bola mata, menggerakkan tangan dengan otot-otot, memperhatikan urat yang lekat di dalam daging, dan mengatur udara yang masuk ke paru-paru. Karena ini, saya jadi sering bertanya, "Kenapa sih saya hidup?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya ingat Yakobus menulis di suratnya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Apa arti hidupmu? Hidupmu itu seperti uap yang sebentar saja kelihatan lalu lenyap."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Yakobus 4:14&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Karena kata-kata ini, di dalam otak saya terngiang-ngiang:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa arti hidupmu? Apa arti hidupmu? Apa arti hidupmu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya mendengar kabar mengenai artis yang tak disangka-sangka meninggal. Kabar mengenai teman dekat yang juga tak disangka-sangka meninggal. Lihat, kapan saya yang akan meninggal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya jadi semakin berpikir, apa sih arti hidup bagi saya? Toh, hidup itu seperti uap. Sebentar ada, sebentar lagi lenyap. Yah, saya ada karena Sang Pencipta mau saya ada. Tapi kenapa? Toh, hidup hanyalah uap. Nantinya akan lenyap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seorang teman &lt;i&gt;nyeletuk &lt;/i&gt;di dalam sebuah pembicaraan mengenai hidup, "Hidup itu seperti uap mie pangsit. Harum, membuat lapar, tapi ujung-ujungnya hilang dan nggak berguna."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya tertawa kecil mendengarnya. Lalu berpikir, "Benarkah hidup itu seperti uap mie pangsit yang tidak berguna?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya ingat mengenai restoran-restoran yang memakai bau masakan untuk menarik pelanggan datang. Bau masakan yang menyebar itu dapat membuat perut kenyang menjadi lapar secara instan! Keren! Kadang, saya mampir ke sebuah restoran karena tergiur oleh baunya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hm. Kalau hidup ini memang adalah uap mie pangsit, berarti uap itu berguna ya. Karena uap mie pangsit itu wangi, kalau orang mencium baunya orang jadi ingin makan. Dan sama seperti reaksi saya, orang-orang akan mendatangi restoran untuk makan karena baunya yang mengundang selera. Ini efek uap, kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sama seperti hidup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya menentukan sendiri hidup saya mau jadi uap yang seperti apa. Yang berguna, atau jutru beracun? Yang sekadar numpang lewat, atau membawa dampak dan pengaruh bagi hidup orang lain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau uap itu berguna untuk pelanggan datang, saya juga bisa menjadi uap yang berguna untuk membuat orang-orang datang kepada Tuhan. Saya jadi sadar, bahkan hidup manusia yang hanya uap saja Tuhan begitu peduli. Tuhan mau memakai uap saya ini untuk memberkati orang lain. Untuk membawa orang lain datang dan mencicipi Tuhan. Tuhan ingin uapku wangi dan orang-orang yang tidak mengenalNya mencium wanginya uapku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang, apakah uap saya cukup wangi? Dan apakah uap dan bauku menempel di kehidupan orang sampai aku meninggal nanti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ternyata, uap saya ini tidak dibiarkan lenyap sebelum menarik banyak orang untuk datang pada Tuhan. Uap saya harus wangi dulu! Bahkan Tuhan menyiapkan segala rencana terbaikNya untuk membuat uap saya wangi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apakah saya sudah mengijinkan Tuhan membuat uapku wangi?&amp;nbsp;Caranya, merendahkan hati untuk selalu taat, apapun yang Ia rencanakan. Di dalam segala situasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yah, Tuhan, saya mau jadi uapMu yang wangi. Jadikan aku sesuai dengan mauMu. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-5777581387158414327?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/5777581387158414327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=5777581387158414327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5777581387158414327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5777581387158414327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/hidup-uap-mie-pangsit.html' title='Hidup = uap mie pangsit'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-6818302503985761665</id><published>2009-07-12T09:01:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:17:45.956+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Isn't everything related to God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about religious thing, some of my friends call me religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What's with being religious?&lt;br /&gt;What IS religious thing actually?&lt;br /&gt;Things that are related to church?&lt;br /&gt;Things that are related to GOD?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't everything related to GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like what they call me about being religious, it doesn't mean that I don't want to be called someone who's closed to God, but being religious is kinda exposing someone's religion, isn't it? I don't wanna expose any of my religion thing, I just like to share what I feel about GOD. And only when I get a bit closer to God then I can tell everyone about how I feel about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being called religious isn't really a comforting thing for me, since it seems like I have a responsibility for being always good. People look at what I do and they analyze, that's something like a burden for me. But I think the good side is that I won't be doing any bad things to keep my God's great reputation so far. (And knowing that God's always with me, I know I can keep my faith and trust in Him, no matter what.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to agree with them that I am religious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't everybody supposed to be religious?&lt;/span&gt; Just think about this, religious things are things related to religion. Religion is a thing related to God. I guess I can ask this one more time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't everything related to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We breathe, because God gives oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;We see, because God gives us eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We live, because God gives us a heart.&lt;br /&gt;Do we create our own hearts?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let everything that has breath praise the LORD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have breath?&lt;br /&gt;And why don't YOU praise the LORD?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you -TOO- related to GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-6818302503985761665?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/6818302503985761665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=6818302503985761665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6818302503985761665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6818302503985761665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/isnt-everything-related-to-god.html' title='Isn&apos;t everything related to God?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-8205389493595285755</id><published>2009-07-07T20:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:56:51.129+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Hatiku sumbang gak ya?</title><content type='html'>Viona itu paling sebel kalo denger orang nyanyi dengan nada fals.&lt;br /&gt;Ih, sombong banget ya Viona ini. :( Kayak yang gak pernah fals aja. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yang namanya manusia gak kayak nyanyian malaykad lah, pasti ada sumbangnya barang sedikit. Sekalipun dia penyanyi sekelas Whitney Houston, dia pasti gak pernah luput dari ke-fals-an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi udah tau begitu pun, Viona tetep aja ngrasa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sebel&lt;/span&gt; kalo denger yang salah atau fals. Gak tau karena Viona yang sombong atau apa ya? :( Pengeeenn deh ajarin orang itu supaya gak fals lagi kalo nyanyi. Hehehehe... Mungkin karena aku terlalu kritis dan perfeksionis aja kali ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Viona gak mau jadi sombong, karena Viona bukan Whitney Houston dan Viona gak jarang juga nyanyi dengan nada-nada yang fals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi inget kata-kata di bukunya Tommy Tenney "Pemburu Tuhan". Aku kutip dari bukunya ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serafim bersayap enam hanyalah melakukan apa yang menjadi tujuan mereka ketika mereka diciptakan. Mereka menyerukan puji-pujian kepada Tuhan dalam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kesempurnaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan memukul udara dengan sayap-sayap mereka sembari menutupi wajah dan kaki-kaki mereka dalam kerendahan hati. Lalu segala sesuatunya berhenti ketika Tuhan yang Maha Kuasa mendengar nyanyian pujian menyedihkan yang datang samar-samar dari kekacauan dunia di bawah, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ia kudus, Ia kudus...." &lt;/span&gt;Dengan segera Ia memerintahkan para malaikat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Diamlah." &lt;/span&gt;(Saya nyaris bisa mendengarkan para malaikat di barisan belakang saling berbisik, "Lihatlah, Ia mulai lagi.")&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...Sementara itu, barisan malaikat, yang pernah mendengar penghulu malaikat Lucifer menggetarkan surga dengan penyembahan bergemuruh dan musik surgawi yang mempesona berkata, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Apakah manusia, sehingga Engkau mengingatnya? Apakah anak manusia, sehingga Engkau mengindahkannya?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tanpa menyadari semua pertanyaan yang dibisikan, Tuhan menyuruh para malaikat diam dan berkata kepada Mikhael dan Gabriel,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Begini, Aku harus meninggalkan kalian sebentar."&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapa? Ada apa, Tuhan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, kalian tahu, Aku mendengar kembali nyanyian orang-orang tebusan..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dalam sekejap mata, hadirat Tuhan yang nyata telah berpindah dari surga ke tengah-tengah kumpulan para penyembah yang bertelut, berkumpul dalam lingkaran penuh puji-pujian sambil bernyanyi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, "Kudus, kudus, kuduslah Tuhan..." Tuhan meninggalkan takhta surgawiNya yang megah dan datang ke bumi untuk bertakhta di atas pujian umatNya yang menyedihkan."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ia lebih senang mendengar Anda tergagap-gagap menyanyikan sebuah lagu pujian dengan suara seperti terompet pecah daripada mendengarkan serafim bersayap enam yang mengelilingi Dia dengan nyanyian 'kudus' dalam kesempurnaan nada-nada surgawi.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aku paliiing inget bagian yang ini dari buku Pemburu Tuhan! Beda dengan aku yang memuja-muja suara keren, melengking tinggi, powerful, dan anti fals, Tuhan malah suka sama suara manusia yang jelek dibandingin sama suara sempurna para malaikat penyembah di surga sana. Whoaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tuhan, kalo suaraku kadang suka fals&lt;br /&gt;(entah karena emang lagi fals, ato karena sesenggukan waktu nyanyi), maaf yaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Viona akan belajar untuk gak fals kalo lagi nyanyi untuk Tuhan. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, tapi kan aku bukan mau konser, jadi God gak perhitungkan suaraku fals atau gak. Yang Tuhan perhitungkan justru &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hatiku fals apa gak&lt;/span&gt;. Kalo hati yang fals (sombong karena suaraku bagus tapi sebenernya gak lagi memuji Tuhan, melainkan lagi memuji diri sendiri), itu yang Tuhan gak mau. Bukan Tuhan yang dateng, malah didatengin setan yang cengar cengir perhatiin Viona yang lagi memuji-muji suara sendiri, bukan nama God. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, God, let my heart be always upon Your name, and not upon my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let Your famous name be spread all over the world!&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/6228668239869055967-8205389493595285755?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/8205389493595285755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=8205389493595285755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8205389493595285755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8205389493595285755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/hatiku-sumbang-gak-ya.html' title='Hatiku sumbang gak ya?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-5951084498328343411</id><published>2009-07-06T18:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:26:55.933+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Papi God, do I (really) know You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SlHfKMJkb-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/cjmVPbvgGeA/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SlHfKMJkb-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/cjmVPbvgGeA/s320/jesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355306798073278434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Viona itu anaknya Papi God. Suka banget bermanja-manja sama Papi God. Tapi sering banget dimarahin sama Papi God. Papi God panggil Viona dengan nama Cia-Cia. Meskipun Cia-Cia sering lupa sama kata-kata Papi God, Papi God gak pernah lupa sama janjiNya sama Cia-Cia. Janji kalo Cia-Cia akan tetap ada di hidupNya. Selama Papi God hidup, hati Cia-Cia ada sama Papi God. Dan setiap hari Papi God bilang kalo Dia itu hidup dan Dia itu &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;immortal &lt;/i&gt;kayak vampire. Eh, soal vampire itu sih ide aku sendiri. Padahal mah, God itu Tuhan, sang Pencipta langit, awan, matahari, bumi, dan Cia-Cia, bukan vampire yang gak jelas asal usulnya. Yang gak tau buat apa ada di dunia persilatan bumi. Hehe… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Jadi, selama Papi God hidup, Cia-Cia ada di hati Papi God, di pikiran Papi God, dan di rencana Papi God. Dan &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;one thing &lt;/i&gt;yang bikin Cia-Cia gak takut lagi, Papi God hidup selamanya dan gak akan pernah mati. Makanya Dia bisa kasih Cia-Cia &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;assurance &lt;/i&gt;kalo Dia gak akan tinggalin Cia-Cia, gak akan pernah. Dan Cia-Cia percaya. 1000%! Oops, 0-nya kelebihan satu. Tambahin lagi, deh! 10.000%!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Hihi.. Romantisnya Papi God emang bukan gombal ecek-ecek seperti gombalan cowok-cowok manusia. Hehe… Kalo God bilang gak akan tinggalin aku, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;that’s for sure! And He really meant it! &lt;/i&gt;Gak kayak cowok-cowok yang cinta sesaat. Kalo God bilang &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;My love is forever, He really meant it too! &lt;/i&gt;Kalo God bilang &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;He cares for me like no other creature can do, &lt;/i&gt;hehe… Cia-Cia jadi malu. *blushing* &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;because He really meant it too! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Karena semua yang Papi God bilang itu beneran, Cia-Cia jadi percaya apapun yang Papi God bilang. Meskipun kadang gak sesuai dengan logika sempit manusia seperti Cia-Cia. Tapi, kalo itu God yang bilang, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;since He always means everything He says, &lt;/i&gt;aku gak bisa gak percaya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;Sometimes it’s hard to believe God, but to doubt Him is even more unbelievable.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Maksudnya gini, God kan punya pandangan yang tinggiii banget… Cia-Cia harus selalu sesuaikan pandangan sempit Cia-Cia ke pandangan God untuk bisa percaya apa yang God bilang. Dan melalui pandangan God yang kadang aku gak bisa capai, aku jadi merasa susah untuk percaya apa yang God bilang. Tapi kalo dipikir-pikir lagi, untuk meragukan God itu rasanya &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;unbelievable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Kenapa? Abisnya, selain karena God &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;always means what He says, &lt;/i&gt;masa’ aku meragukan si Pembuat bumi? Pekerjaan membuat bumi itu sendiri aja udah menakjubkan dan &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;unbelievable &lt;/i&gt;buat pikiran dan logika sempitku, apalagi sekedar menunjukkan apa yang bisa dilakukanNya dalam hidupku? Pastinya lebih mudah dari pembuatan jagad raya, bukan? Yah, mungkin bagian yang susahnya adalah bekerjasama dengan Cia-Cia itu sendiri. Hehehe… Jadi malu. Padahal sih, buat God mah, apa sih yang susah? Boro-boro susah, wong Dia nantangin hal yang mustahil kok, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;“Is there anything too hard for the Lord? All things are possible for Me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Hmm… karena yang susahnya sebenernya ada di dalam diriku sendiri ya… Ya kesombongan, ya keraguan, ya kebutaan (kebutaan firman gituuu..), ya macem-macem lah!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tapi Papi God bukan Tuhan yang gampang menyerah.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Tuhan itu jagonya ‘coba lagi awards’ (kayak di Indonesian Idol gitu…), tapi bukan karena Dia gagal, atau gak &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;qualified &lt;/i&gt;sebagai Tuhan, tapi karena Dia God yang &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;gentle. &lt;/i&gt;Gak suka memaksakan hak suara seperti para pejabat suka lakukan. Si Pemberi kebebasan yang namanya &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;free will. &lt;/i&gt;Jadi, meskipun rencana God yang &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;absolute &lt;/i&gt;dan sempurna udah ada &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;steps &lt;/i&gt;yang Dia atur, kegagalan rencana sempurna itu sendiri disebabkan oleh andil dari si manusia itu sendiri, aku, Cia-Cia. Bukan karena God melakukan pekerjaan yang gagal atau salah sehingga God harus melakukan Coba Lagi Awards. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;For our sake, God never gives up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;And Papi God, let me say this to You too, for Papi God’s sake, I never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;God, when I think I can’t do it, let me remember that You always mean what You say. You say that I can, and I can choose to trust in what You say. God, God, be my forever guide. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-5951084498328343411?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/5951084498328343411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=5951084498328343411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5951084498328343411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/5951084498328343411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/papi-god-do-i-really-know-you.html' title='Papi God, do I (really) know You?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SlHfKMJkb-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/cjmVPbvgGeA/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-8566916420529170199</id><published>2009-07-05T21:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:18:09.508+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Tuhan, aku pengen punya pacar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuhan, aku pengen punya pacar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa?” tanya Tuhan tiba-tiba. Aku yang lagi bengong tiba-tiba sadar.&lt;br /&gt;“Apa?” tanyaku.&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa kamu pengen punya pacar?” Tuhan bertanya lagi. Kali ini lebih lengkap.&lt;br /&gt;“Kok?” aku yang sejak tadi cuma bengong tanpa ngomong apa-apa agak kaget juga waktu Tuhan nanya langsung gak pake basa basi lagi. Yah, seperti biasanya, aku juga udah tau sih kalo Tuhan tau pikiranku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hueee… Tuhan langsung nembak gitu nanyanya, aku kan jadi malu.” Kataku ngeles.&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan cuma senyum kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Iya, iya, kenapa ya?” aku mencari-cari alasan yang mungkin akan membuat Tuhan mengabulkan teriakan hatiku yang barusan kedengeran sama Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Karena…” aku mulai dengan nada sedatar-datarnya. “Karena, Tuhan bilang gak baik kalo manusia sendirian, butuh penolong. Iya kan? Untuk bermultiplikasi. Hehehe…” Ga yakin dengan jawabanku, aku menundukkan kepala, menyembunyikan senyumku, menggigit bibirku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nyari jawaban yang alkitabiah ya?” Tuhan sok nebak-nebak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukaku memerah. Aku tau Tuhan juga uda tau kenapa aku teriak pengen punya pacar di dalem hati. Aku pengen ada yang sayang-sayang, ada yang perhatiin, biar ga kesepian, dan ada yang cariin terus. Hehe… bukannya begitu ya keinginan setiap cewek single yang lagi menanti pacar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ngiri ya?” Tuhan nembak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…” aku ga jawab. Memang alesanku ini sangat logis dan wajar kalo aku ngiri liat orang lain pada punya pacar. Temen-temenku selalu ada yang jemput kalo pulang dari mana-mana, selalu ada yang telpon kalo belom pulang ato belom makan (aduh, please deh…), terus, terus, ada yang bisa diajak pergi berdua aja biar romantis, terus, aduh, banyak deh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kata temenku, ga ada salahnya nyoba dulu, Tuhan. Lagian kan aku juga ga main-main kok… Aku kan ga suka hubungan yang main-main. God juga tau, kan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aku tau. Aku tau kamu, bahkan yang kamu ga tau tentang diri kamu.”&lt;br /&gt;“God mau bilang kalo punya pacar itu harus dewasa dulu kan? Bukankah aku uda cukup dewasa, God?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cia-Cia, kamu ingat? Waktu kamu jatuh cinta dulu, dari yang pertama kali, sampe yang terakhir kalinya beberapa bulan lalu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kyaaa… Tuhan apaaaal! :P”&lt;br /&gt;“Kamu pasti inget kan? Waktu itu berkali-kali kamu terlalu mabuk sampe lupa sama Aku. Bahkan kamu menomorsatukan orang yang kamu cintai itu ngelebihin Aku. Kamu sendiri tau kamu udah terhanyut sama orang-orang yang pernah kamu suka, bukan lagi terhanyut sama cintaKu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tapi, God, perasaan cinta kan God yang kasih. Bukan aku yang mau sendiri kan?”&lt;br /&gt;“Kamu tau, kenapa banyak perkawinan yang hancur?”&lt;br /&gt;“Karena uda ga cocok lagi? Karena mereka ga mencintai lagi?”&lt;br /&gt;“Karena mereka ga punya dasar cinta yang kuat. Makanya setelah beberapa lama perkawinan mereka ga kuat lagi. Jadinya rusak.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dasar yang kuat? Apa itu, Tuhan?”&lt;br /&gt;“CintaKu. Mereka yang mau mencintai pasangannya seperti dirinya sendiri harus punya hati yang penuh dengan cintaKu. Itu dasarnya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm… Orang ga bisa memberi apa yang dia ga punya.”&lt;br /&gt;“Apa kamu udah penuh dengan cintaKu?”&lt;br /&gt;“Aku…”&lt;br /&gt;“Udah berapa kali kamu memenuhi hatimu dengan cinta manusia yang ga kekal dan mengesampingkan cintaKu yang kekal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sering, Tuhan.”&lt;br /&gt;“Apa kamu udah bisa meletakkan Aku di atas segala perasaan hatimu? Termasuk perasaan cintamu sama pacarmu?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Belom, God. Belom…”&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa kamu mau punya pacar?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nafsu? Daging? Keinginan hati?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tersenyum hangat. TanganNya mengambil kedua tanganku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cia-Cia,” kata Tuhan. “Aku udah berjanji untuk menjaga hatimu. Seperti yang kamu selalu minta. Dan aku menepatinya. Apa sekarang kamu mau Aku melanggar janjiKu sendiri?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course not, God… I want You to keep my heart so that it won’t be broken and fall in the wrong guy again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve said it, Cia-Cia. I’ve heard it. Now, can you let me keep My promise to you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes God. Sekarang waktunya aku siapin hatiku untuk Tuhan bentuk. Pada waktunya nanti, hatiku telah siap dan bentuknya jadi bagus lagi, baru aku bisa kasih ke orang itu, yang nantinya akan jadi suamiku. Iya kan, Tuhan?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yup!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seperti yang God bilang, God ga mau hatiku rusak lagi. God ga mau hatiku terbang lalu jatuh di tempat yang salah. Sementara aku mempersiapkan hatiku, mempersiapkan diriku, God yang jaga hatiku, sampai nanti aku siap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kamu mau menunggu sampai hatimu matang?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, Tuhan. Aku tau God akan penuhi janji God. I will be a lady before I meet my prince.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-8566916420529170199?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/8566916420529170199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=8566916420529170199&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8566916420529170199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/8566916420529170199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuhan-aku-pengen-punya-pacar.html' title='Tuhan, aku pengen punya pacar!!!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-6632339059121562870</id><published>2009-07-03T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:54:32.497+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><title type='text'>Why Worry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SlC-bF6F_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Qjt7HvKPm24/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SlC-bF6F_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Qjt7HvKPm24/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354989329595105234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met little bird this morning. His singing captured my attention. I asked him why he seemed so happy. He said he didn’t seem happy. He WAS happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked him,&lt;br /&gt;“Have you no worries?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me back,&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t God the Creator tell you that He provided food for us, little birds, everyday?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” I asked widen-eyedly.&lt;br /&gt;“He does care about us!” his answer sounded like a singing. And he continued, “Why worry?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall what Jesus said back then, about 2000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gazed at the sky, among the ground that grew flowers. Around him were many people including his disciples, listening to what He was saying. The sky was blue and the birds were singing and flying happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at the birds in the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” (Matt 6:26)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-6632339059121562870?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/6632339059121562870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=6632339059121562870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6632339059121562870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6632339059121562870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-worry.html' title='Why Worry?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/SlC-bF6F_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Qjt7HvKPm24/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-6062080962099600950</id><published>2009-07-03T21:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:48:19.804+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Is That It?</title><content type='html'>Setau gw, konser terakhirnya Michael Jackson itu temanya “This is it” yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejauh ini, semua media memberitakan soal kematian Jacko (lah, itu sih berita yang paling sering dicari-cari orang, makanya dipake media untuk keuntungan luar biasa. Karena ada berita luar biasa. Sesuatu yang buruk bisa juga jadi keuntungan.). Orang-orang di dunia, setiap mulut membicarakan kematian Jacko. Tiba-tiba lagu-lagunya Jacko yang dulu sekarang jadi lebih sering diputer bahkan dijadiin RBT sama Esia yang pinter banget cari duit. Bahkan dunia sekarang ini penuh sama muka Jacko dan obrolan tentang kasus kematian Jacko yang banyak ini itunya. Tiba-tiba semua orang jadi pada berduka. Dan tadi di berita katanya upacara pemakamannya akan lebih megah daripada pemakaman Lady Di, John Lennon, dan John F. Kennedy. Whoa! Kaget kan gw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo emang hidupnya begitu dicintai dan berarti bagi banyak orang di bumi, kenapa ga fans-fans nya dulu kumpulin duit untuk Bantu bayar utang-utangnya yang ga bisa dibawa mati itu? Kenapa pas udah mati orang-orang gembar-gembor gede-gedean mengenang dan give tribute dan blablabla…? Funny, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, back to the theme untuk konser terakhirnya “This Is It”, gw jadi bertanya-tanya. “Is that it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, mungkin aja fans nya Jacko ga terima kalo gw ngomong bgini untuk kehidupan Jacko yang diceritain semua orang di bumi. Kehidupannya yang penuh kontroversi, penyakit percaya diri dan seksualnya, karya-karya mahakarya yang selalu nge-boom di kalangan manusia bumi, pokoknya semua tentang Jacko, ga ada yang ga tau. Bakatnya di bidang seni, ga ada yang kalahin. Dampaknya di bidang musik membuatnya dijuluki The King of Pop. Lagi gw pengen bilang, semua manusia di bumi tau dia dan membicarakan dia. But, does Heaven talk about him? Is God proud of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan manusia itu ga cuma sekali. Tapi 2 kali, di bumi dan di surga ATAU neraka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe heaven talks about him. Or hell talks about him. I don’t know. But what is life actually? Dari kejadian ini gw jadi mikir, what is life? Manusia yang sebegitu hebat pencapaiannya, sebegitu terkenalnya, meninggal dengan tragis kayak gitu. What IS life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it.&lt;br /&gt;Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia hidup mencapai tujuannya sendiri-sendiri, menjalani hidupnya sendiri, then something distract their lives and then there are controversy and then there are problems and bla bla bla… and then when it’s time, their hearts stop beating, and then what? Straight to heaven or straight to hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say it again, WHAT IS LIFE? WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT GOD? IS THAT IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw inget kata-kata Yakobus di alkitab:&lt;br /&gt;“Jadi sekarang, hai kamu yang berkata: “Hari ini atau besok kamu berangkat ke kota anu, dan di sana kami akan tinggal setahun dan berdagang serta mendapat untung”, sedang kamu tidak tahu apa yang akan terjadi besok. Apakah arti hidupmu? Hidupmu itu sama seperti uap yang sebentar saja kelihatan lalu lenyap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how should we live our lives then? Kalo kita ga tau apa yang akan terjadi besok, apa kita ga perlu merencanakan ini dan itu? Apa kalo gitu kita bisa berbuat seenaknya, toh besok ga tau apa yang akan terjadi. Apa hidup itu begini aja? Ato apa yang harus kita lakukan supaya di akhir kehidupan kita nanti God ga ngomong, “Is that it?”. Yang Cuma seperti uap, sebentar keliatan sebentar uda lenyap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sebenarnya kamu harus berkata: “Jika Tuhan menghendakinya, kami akan hidup dan berbuat ini dan itu.” Tetapi sekarang kamu memegahkan diri dalam congkakmu, dan semua kemegahan yang demikian adalah salah. Jadi jika seorang tahu bagaimana ia harus berbuat baik, tetapi ia tidak melakukannya, ia berdosa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bagaimana hidup itu semestinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita merencanakan sesuatu, tapi bukan karena kehendak kita, tapi karena kehendak Tuhan, karena kita ga tau apa yang akan terjadi besok, mungkin aja hari ini hari terakhir hidup kita. Jadi karena Tuhan tau apa yang akan terjadi besok, kita menyerahkan semua plan kita ke Tuhan. Waktu Tuhan tau plan kita, dan God berkenan akan rencana kita, then God will work with us. Dan God bilang, kita yang ga menyertakan Tuhan dalam rencana kita, God bilang kita ini udah sombong, karena kita ga tau apa yang akan terjadi besok. Kalo God berkenan, God yang akan menyelesaikannya selama kita lakukan yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, tujuan kita harus in alignment with God’s purpose in our lives. Gimana kita tau kalo ini dan itu adalah tujuan hidup Tuhan untuk kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi jika seorang tahu bagaimana ia harus berbuat baik, tetapi ia tidak melakukannya, ia berdosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya kita tahu sesuatu yang baik itu kita bisa lakukan, tapi banyak yang ga kita lakukan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with God. And say, God, this is it. This is my life. God, work in my life, that I may see Your works. I surrender all my life and my plans to You, for You are my creator and to You is all my life. So at the end, God can say, “Baik sekali hidupmu itu, hai hambaku yang baik dan setia, aku akan memberikan kepadamu tanggung jawab dalam berkara yang besar. Masuklah dan turutlah dalam kebahagiaan Tuanmu.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-6062080962099600950?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/6062080962099600950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=6062080962099600950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6062080962099600950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6062080962099600950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-that-it.html' title='Is That It?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-7854443286425025460</id><published>2009-07-02T21:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:43:18.477+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><title type='text'>Perang itu di pikiran!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“Apakah orang yang mempunyai hikmat menjawab dengan pengetahuan kosong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;dan mengisi pikirannya dengan angin?”&lt;br /&gt;–Ayub 15:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“Apakah orang yang mempunyai hikmat menegur dengan&lt;br /&gt;percakapan yang tidak berguna, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;dan dengan perkataan yang tidak berfaedah?”&lt;br /&gt;–Ayub 15:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scripture struck me!&lt;br /&gt;Gini, aku baca Amsal setiap hari supaya aku dapat hikmat. Aku masukkin pikiranku dengan hal-hal pengetahuan supaya aku bisa jawab pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang ditanyakan orang lain maupun yang ditanyakan diriku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku baca buku-buku pengetahuan untuk nambah wawasan tentang hal-hal yang ingin kuketahui, pokoknya sebanyak mungkin aku masukkin pikiranku dengan hal-hal berguna dan gak ijinin hal-hal yang menjatuhkan, negatif, dan bikin patah semangat masuk ke pikiranku. Karena aku mau jadi orang yang berhikmat, supaya ga bebal lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena orang yang masuk ke lubang yang sama itu orang bodoh yang bebal. Aku bukan seperti itu, makanya aku belajar. Aku mau memiliki hikmat untuk memutuskan ini dan itu dengan bijak karena pengetahuan yang aku miliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Maunya sih begitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenyataannya, ga jarang juga aku ngejawab kata-kata orang seenaknya, sekenanya, pokoknya apa yang kepikir itu deh yang kejawab, ini nih pengetahuan kosong yang dimaksud. Bukannya ngasih perkataan yang membangun, yang berguna, malah perkataan yang menjatuhkan dan ga ada intinya. Sering pula, bukan jarang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lah? Kenapa bisa keluar perkataan asal, seenaknya, dan sekenanya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena pikirannya juga diisinya dengan seenaknya, dengan angin, makanya yang keluar juga cuma angin. Apa yang masuk, itu yang keluar. Hal-hal ga berguna yang masuk, hal-hal ga berguna juga yang keluar. Gimana bisa nanem duren berbuah apel? Gimana bisa masukin hal-hal jelek dan keluarnya hal-hal baik? Ga sinkron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hati-hati dengan apa yang dibaca, yang didengar, dan yang dibicarakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karena itu yang masuk ke pikiran. Apa orang yang punya hikmat menegur dengan perkataan yang ga berguna? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga, dong… Ga sinkron. Ga nyambung. Ibarat saklar, kabelnya ga beda warna. Jadi ga bisa nyala lampunya. Hihi… Jadi, gimana caranya supaya perkataan yang keluar jadi berguna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita kan punya 5 indera nih, hati-hati dengan ke lima indera itu, selain sangat berguna for life, tapi juga bisa mematikan. Gini, kalo tiap hari nonton film porno, bukankah apa yang keluar dari pikiran kita selalu hal-hal porno? Kalo tiap hari denger berita buruk, perampokan, penculikan, pembunuhan, mutilasi, penjualan bayi-bayi, dan lain-lain yang semuaaaanya negatif, bukankah kita jadi parno dan bakal sering mikirin hal-hal itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo setiap hari denger lagu putus cinta, patah hati, benci, lupa, jahat, bunuh, dan lain-lain yang bikin kita jadi merasa kayak gitu, apakah kita ga akan lebih memikirkannya setiap hari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan harap bisa menjalani kehidupan yang baik dan positif kalo input yang masuk ke pikiran setiap hari hal-hal yang kayak gitu. Jangan harap akan punya hikmat kalo yang masuk itu hal-hal ga berguna. Sekarang, aku bener-bener ngebatesin apa yang masuk ke pikiranku. Aku pasang satpam pikiran, yang memblok setiap hal-hal negatif yang berusaha mengakses masuk ke pikiranku. Satpam pikiran itu: The Shield of Faith and The Sword of the Spirit! Cieh, keren kan namanya? Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;Gimana pakenya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“Take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish&lt;br /&gt;all the flaming arrows of the evil one.”&lt;br /&gt;“…and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk jaga pikiran, pake The Shield of Faith yang bisa memadamkan panah-panah api dari si jahat. Yaitu, pikiran-pikiran busuk, kotor, jahat, negatif, menjatuhkan, jelek, dll. Nah dengan kekuatan iman ini, semua pikiran itu bisa ‘padam’. Ga cukup Cuma dengan memadamkan pikiran jelek, karena harus ada yang gantiin pikiran itu. Nah di sinilah The Sword of the Spirit bekerja. Dengan memperkatakan apa yang God bilang, setelah pikiran-pikiran jelek itu padam, kita nyalain pikiran-pikiran dari God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Be in the alignment with God’s word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gini deh, kalo kata-kata Tuhan bisa bikin bumi, matahari, bintang-bintang, dan pindahin gunung-gunung, masa kita yang udah dikasih otoritas untuk pake kata-kata God juga, kita ga pake? Wong kata-kata Tuhan aja bisa matiin badai, masa ga bisa matiin pikiran-pikiran jelek kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, senjata seperti pedang dan perisai tuh kan musti dipelajarin yah cara gunainnya, salah-salah kita bingung cara pegangnya gimana, cara pakenya gimana, makanya musti dipelajarin dulu gimana cara pakenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pertama, pegang dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baca dulu itu alkitab. The word of God, kata-kata Tuhan sendiri, yang bikin langit, bumi, dan pindahin gunung-gunung! Kalo ga baca, gimana mau tau cara pakenya. Sama kaya pake pedang, kalo ga pernah pegang, gimana tau cara pakenya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kedua, baca, renungkan, percaya, dan pake deh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkatakan the word of God, yang sekali lagi aku bilang ya, yang bisa bikin langit, bumi, dan pindahin gunung-gunung! Waktu pikiran-pikiran jelek itu mulai bermunculan, itu artinya panah-panah itu lagi diluncurin ke pikiran kita, dan mulai deh pake itu shield of faith untuk menangkal semua panah-panah api itu, moga-moga aja kayak boomerang gitu, jadi bisa balik ke si setannya itu sendiri panah-panah jahatnya. Lalu, pake deh word of God untuk perbaikin pikiran yang jelek tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The word of God is sooo powerful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna think about it every time and use it as a weapon in the Battlefield of the mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-7854443286425025460?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/7854443286425025460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=7854443286425025460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7854443286425025460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/7854443286425025460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/perang-itu-di-pikiran.html' title='Perang itu di pikiran!'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-2590615607954019810</id><published>2009-07-02T21:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:20:42.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>To be like Jesus, is it possible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus.”&lt;br /&gt;–Philippians 2:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, when I decide to live for You, I think of my attitude, especially when I’m home. I’m more ignorant at home than when I’m at class. Basically, I’m so ignorant (or at least I THINK I’m so ignorant). But to live for You is not to live my own way. It means to abandon my old attitude. It is to worship You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, God is saying about worship, all day!&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning, and I choose what to wear, will this outfit worship God?&lt;br /&gt;When I see my family, is my attitude worshiping God?&lt;br /&gt;When I’m at campus, is being lazy worshiping God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To worship God is to lift up His name. But will my bad attitude lift God’s name? NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what’s the purpose of me being a Christian and say that I live for God but I don’t do what please God?&lt;br /&gt;What does it make me if one day I live for God and another day I live for my own self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God, do you think it’s easy to live in holiness? Is it easy to be like You (just like what You said, to be holy just like You are holy). I think it’s even impossible to be like You, God! How am I supposed to do it? I’m not God, I’m human!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus was a human, just like you, Cia-Cia.” God said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“..He has been tempted in every way, just as we are, -yet was without sin.”&lt;br /&gt;–Hebrew 4:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shout my mouth. What do I have to say now? Jesus has been through what I’ve been through! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;IN EVERY WAY, JUST AS I AM! EVEN MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any excuse that you can’t be like Jesus and have attitude like His attitude (Phil 2:5)? No, God. No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I got no excuse, I choose to obey, or if I don’t obey, I won’t be a Christian anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“for it is God who works in you to will and act according to His good purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Do everything WITHOUT COMPLAINING or arguing.”&lt;br /&gt;-Philippians 2:13-14 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God works in me. So I don’t need to worry if at first I don’t make it. God’s still working in me to will and to act according to His GOOD purpose. Surrender my heart to God and He’ll work out my heart to will and to act according to His GOOD purpose. Don’t give up! God’s not done with You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do everything without complaining and arguing!&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you said you complained before?&lt;br /&gt;That’s why you don’t make it! STOP COMPLAINING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO everything as if it is for God, and not for man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thank you Jesus for being human. Thank you Jesus for understanding me. I can never imagine being You. If I were You, I would’ve used my Godly power to do what I wanted. But You, You humbled Yourself, became obedient to DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, You experienced every human emotion, every single human feelings. Even You died on the cross! For that reason, I choose to obey You. Knowing that You were in my position, yet You won, You did it, makes me believe that I can follow what You did, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, thank you for making the path where I can follow. Thank You for Your footprints that I may walk through it. Jesus, Jesus, be my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-2590615607954019810?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/2590615607954019810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=2590615607954019810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/2590615607954019810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/2590615607954019810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-like-jesus-is-it-possible.html' title='To be like Jesus, is it possible?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-6509741133446938232</id><published>2009-07-01T15:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:32:00.883+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>CASH FOR GOD ~miskinkah Tuhan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;CASH FOR &lt;s&gt;GOD&lt;/s&gt; GOLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_right"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Skseo1khaxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AbFAEQL9bQU/s1600-h/300_77775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Skseo1khaxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AbFAEQL9bQU/s320/300_77775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353406268983831314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lagi-lagi, Viona salah baca.&lt;br /&gt;Viona sering bangeett salah baca, sampe pernah marah-marah sama orang gara-gara gw sendiri yang salah baca. &gt;.&lt;" Ngomong-ngomong soal salah baca, gw liat banner iklan di web dengan tulisan CASH FOR GOLD, yang gw interpretasikan jadi CASH FOR GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung muncul di pikiran gw, &lt;b&gt;miskinkah Tuhan, sampe manusia harus kasih &lt;i&gt;cash&lt;/i&gt; buat Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;miskinkah Tuhan, sampe kita harus kasih persembahan ke gereja?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, ya nggak lah ya, TUHAN, yang bikin bumi cuma dengan ngomong, bikin matahari dengan kata-kata, segenap galaksi cuma dengan buka mulut, planet-planet besar yang keberadaannya perlu dicari sama manusia, bulan dan bintang-bintang yang cuma bisa kita liatin, bahkan bumi ini cuma tumpuan kaki buat Tuhan, ngapain kita kasih emas, berlian, USD, AUD, Euro, Ringgit, apalagi Rupiah ke Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGAPAIN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, buat apa dong kita kasih persembahan ke gereja?&lt;br /&gt;Gw pernah mikir nih, kalo kasih segini, nanti buat gw kurang, kalo kasih segitu nanti buat gw gimana? Dan bahkan pernah mikir (ih, amit-amiiit ampe mikir kayak gini sih....), ini gereja kok banyak amat minta persembahannya? &gt;.&lt;"  Jadi  inget kata-kata &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=135763285080&amp;amp;h=3501eea75d839b92c8c7d588f15ae11a&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mmmindo.org" target="_blank" title="http://www.mmmindo.org"&gt;Ps. Indri Gautama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Jangan kasih sumbangan ke gereja! Tuhan gak butuh uang kamu!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan gak butuh uang kamu!&lt;br /&gt;Terus kenapa Tuhan minta uang aku?!&lt;br /&gt;Karena Tuhan lebih peduli &lt;b&gt;hati kamu&lt;/b&gt; daripada uang kamu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lha? Kenapa begitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matius 6:21&lt;br /&gt;"Karena di mana hartamu berada, di situ juga hatimu berada."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan gak mau hati aku ada sama harta, tapi ada sama Tuhan. Kenapa? Karena harta itu bukan sesuatu yang kekal, dan gak bisa dijadiin harapan atau pegangan hidup, jadi kalau aku berharap sama harta dan uang yang aku pegang, aku menaruh hatiku sama uang yang aku pegang, aku menaruh hatiku (HIDUPKU) di uang yang aku pegang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kenapa gw butuh kasih uang yang gw pegang?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw butuh taruh hati gw di TUHAN, si sumber segala kehidupan, bukan di uang, yang suatu hari akan punah. Nah, waktu gw kasih persembahan, itu tandanya gw lagi memberitahu Tuhan kalau hati gw ini gak ada pada harta gw, tapi pada Tuhan. Itu salah satu bentuk worship. Seberapa banyak gw memberi, bukan diitung dengan jumlah uang, tapi dengan jumlah hati, maksudnya, seberapa rindu hati gw untuk memberikan hati gw sama Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw kasih persembahan bukan karena gereja miskin, bukan karena Tuhan butuh, tapi karena &lt;b&gt;Tuhan gak mau hati gw ada pada hal yang sia-sia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan lagi, karena Tuhan tahu hatiku gak ada sama uang, Ia bisa percayakan gw untuk pegang dan mengusahakan uang yang diberikanNya untuk gw. Gw bisa menerima berkat dari SUMBERnya karena Ia tau, gw punya hati yang ada sama Dia, bukan sama uang! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw tau, Tuhan gak butuh uang gw, tapi hati gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buktinya apa?&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan bisa kasih uang ke manusia lewat ikan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inget gak cerita Petrus yang ketemu 2 keping emas di dalem mulut ikan? kebayang gak sih, nemu duit di dalem mulut ikan kembung? hihi..),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tapi Tuhan gak kasih keselamatan lewat ikan, tapi keselamatan lewat badan dan darahNya SENDIRI yang diwujudin melalui Yesus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan kan gak miskin, tapi sebegitu cintanya DIA sama manusia, sampe Ia minta uang manusia supaya manusia gak berharap sama uang, tapi sama Dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayo, betulin perspektif kita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Timotius 6:10&lt;br /&gt;"Karena akar dari SEGALA KEJAHATAN ialah CINTA UANG."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh ga kalo gw balikin jadi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Karena akar dari SEGALA KEBAIKAN ialah CINTA TUHAN."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-6509741133446938232?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/6509741133446938232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=6509741133446938232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6509741133446938232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/6509741133446938232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/07/cash-for-god-miskinkah-tuhan.html' title='CASH FOR GOD ~miskinkah Tuhan?'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Skseo1khaxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AbFAEQL9bQU/s72-c/300_77775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4651854528138827188</id><published>2009-06-25T21:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:12:03.022+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nafsu'/><title type='text'>Nafsu itu seperti penyakit gatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nafsu kita seperti penyakit gatal-gatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Waktu kulit kita gatal, kita otomatis menggaruknya. Semakin digaruk semakin gatal, waktu gatalnya kita garuk, kita merasa puas. Setelah puas digaruk, gatalnya hilang sejenak. Tapi di lain waktu, rasa gatal itu muncul lagi, dan kita akan menggaruknya lagi. Terus seperti itu. Dan kulit yang terus menerus digaruk itu lama-lama akan tergores dan luka. Kalau tidak segera diobati, kulit akan meradang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seperti nafsu manusia, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Waktu kita punya nafsu yang berlebih dan membuat kita jadi kecanduan, di situlah kita mempunyai penyakit gatal-gatal. Misalnya, kita punya nafsu makan yang berlebih dan membuat tubuh kita jadi sangat gemuk, atau tidak sehat karena makanan yang kita makan. Sebenarnya tujuan makanan yang kita konsumsi itu berubah fungsi dari memberi energi bagi tubuh menjadi memberi energi bagi nafsu. Nafsu yang diberi makan itu akan semakin bertambah --seperti kulit yang semakin gatal tadi, dan akibatnya, apapun yang kita lakukan, kita tidak dapat menghindari nafsu makan kita yang berlebih. Kalau tidak diobati, badan akan ‘meradang’ dan tidak sehat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misalnya lagi, nafsu&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;seks, pornografi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Punya nafsu seks itu tidak salah, tapi nafsu yang berlebih dan membuat kita kecanduan yang membuat ‘kulit kita meradang’. Misalnya, kecanduan seks dan pornografi. Waktu nafsu seks kita muncul, kita otomatis menggaruknya, semakin digaruk semakin gatal, jadinya digaruk terus. Setelah digaruk, gatalnya hilang, tapi nanti rasa gatal itu muncul lagi, seperti kecanduan yang tak habis-habisnya. Kalau tidak segera diobati, kecanduan itu akan membuat ‘kulit kita meradang’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nafsu terhadap &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alcohol, rokok, narkoba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tiga hal ini biasanya tak terpisahkan. Semakin digaruk akan semakin dan semakin gatal tak tertahankan. Meskipun tahu kalau menggaruknya terus menerus akan mengakibatkan radang, tapi tetap saja tak dapat dihindari. Semua ini memuaskan rasa gatal, tapi semakin digaruk semakin merugikan. Dan kecanduan ini semua akan membuat ‘kulit meradang’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nafsu terhadap &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bisa tidak punya uang banyak. Harus mengejar uang. Apapun yang terjadi kecanduan uang. Kalau tidak dapat uangnya, dilakukan segala cara. Rasa gatal itu semakin menjadi dan semakin digaruk semakin gatal. Semakin dapat banyak uang, semakin ingin mendapatkan lebih banyak. Dan jadinya kecanduan itu juga membuat ‘kulit jadi meradang’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bagaimana supaya tak kecanduan lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obati rasa gatal itu pakai salep yang ampuh penghilang penyakit gatal. Caranya, pergi ke dokter, minta diperiksa penyebab penyakit itu. Pakai obat penyembuh dengan konsisten. Dalam hal kecanduan ini, dokternya adalah Tuhan. Obatnya adalah kata-kata Tuhan. Cari tahu akar yang membuat penyakit ini merajalela, sembuhkan dari akarnya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akarnya adalah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sekali hati kita mengarah ke Tuhan, kita tidak akan kecanduan apapun selain kecanduan Tuhan. Obat penyembuh gatal-gatal kita akan menyembuhkan kecanduan kita kalau dipakai secara konsisten sesuai aturan pakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikuti firman Tuhan, baca, renungkan, dan lakukan. Firman Tuhan ada indikasinya. Kadang, gatal itu memang akan muncul, tapi obati lagi. Lama-lama gatal itu akan hilang, dan sembuh, deh! Indikasinya adalah waktu kita mulai berhenti mengobati gatal itu, kita akan sakit lagi. Indikasinya waktu kita dibilangin sama firman Tuhan, hati kita akan merasa susah, tapi itu akan membuat kita sembuh. Nah, obat firman Tuhan tidak boleh stop diaplikasikan. Karena obat itu akan memperkuat daya tahan kulit supaya tidak gatal lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan bilang, kuasailah dirimu dan jadilah tenang, supaya kamu dapat berdoa. (&lt;a href="http://alkitab.otak.info/index.php?hal=lihatPasal&amp;amp;injil=60&amp;amp;pasal=4&amp;amp;ayat=7#7"&gt;1 Petrus 4:7&lt;/a&gt;) Kalau tidak tenang dan menguasai diri, kita akan otomatis menggaruk rasa gatal kita kembali dan meskipun obat diaplikasikan, tak akan ada efeknya kalau kita tetap menggaruknya kembali. Kita harus konsisten untuk berhenti menggaruk dan melakukan hal yang benar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4651854528138827188?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4651854528138827188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4651854528138827188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4651854528138827188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4651854528138827188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/06/nafsu-itu-seperti-penyakit-gatal.html' title='Nafsu itu seperti penyakit gatal'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-2684009529943095696</id><published>2009-06-24T23:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:28:34.820+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyric'/><title type='text'>Shadow of Your Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my favorite song! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow of Your Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit rests in You alone&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I know&lt;br /&gt;Embrace and touch me&lt;br /&gt;Like a child I’m safe in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my shelter through it all&lt;br /&gt;You’re my refuge and my strength&lt;br /&gt;Lord I hide in the shadow of Your wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord You’re faithful&lt;br /&gt;You supply all good things&lt;br /&gt;You know completely&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts, my deepest needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my shelter through it all&lt;br /&gt;You’re my refuge and my strength&lt;br /&gt;Lord I hide in the shadow of Your wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-2684009529943095696?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/2684009529943095696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=2684009529943095696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/2684009529943095696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/2684009529943095696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/06/shadow-of-your-wings.html' title='Shadow of Your Wings'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-4718592471861111318</id><published>2009-06-21T22:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:15:15.071+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><title type='text'>Grace Abuser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beberapa waktu lalu, menjelang natal ada sinetron rohani yang dibintangin sama Chelsea Olivia dengan lagu tema yang terkenal banget sampe dinyanyiin sama banyak pengamen di bus-bus yang kutumpangi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bukan dengan barang fana, Kau membayar dosaku, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dengan darah yang mahal, tiada noda dan cela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bukan dengan emas perak, Kau menebus diriku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oleh segenap kasih dan pengorbananMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ku telah mati dan tinggalkan cara hidupku yang lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Semuanya sia-sia dan tak berarti lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hidup ini kuletakkan pada mezbahMu ya, Tuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jadilah padaku seperti yang Kauingini…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inget lagu itu, kan?&lt;br /&gt;Asalnya dari sini nih: &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Peter+1%3A18-19&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;I Petrus 1:18-19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyi sih bisa, tapi prakteknya gimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Hiduplah sebagai anak-anak yang taat dan jangan turuti hawa nafsu yang menguasai kamu pada waktu kebodohanmu,”&lt;br /&gt;I Petrus 1:14&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight di kata-kata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pada waktu kebodohanmu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, waktu aku belum kenal siapa itu Bapa, di firman ini dibilang waktu itu adalah masa-masa kebodohanku. Karena aku hidup menurut hawa nafsu dan keinginan hatiku sendiri. Cara hidup yang memuaskan egoku sendiri. Tuhan bilang itu BODOH. Tapi sekarang, setelah aku dimerdekakan, aku ditebus dari segala dosa dan kebodohanku dengan darah yang mahal, darah Kristus, aku menjadi pintar. Aku jadi mengerti bagaimana seharusnya hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI…&lt;br /&gt;Seringkali aku menyalahgunakan kemerdekaanku, aku menjadi grace abuser (istilah untuk orang yang berkali-kali menggunakan kasih karunia Tuhan untuk berbuat dosa lagi dan lagi), dan aku memilih untuk menjadi BODOH bahkan setelah hidupku dibeli dengan darah yang mahal. Bahkan setelah aku panggil Tuhan sebagai Bapa. (how rude, how stupid). But God says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Dan jika kamu menyebutKu Bapa, yaitu Aku yang tanpa memandang muka menghakimi semua orang (termasuk Cia-Cia, anakNya) menurut perbuatannya, maka hendaklah kamu hidup dalam ketakutan (ketaatan) selama kamu menumpang di dunia ini. Sebab kamu tahu, cia-cia, bahwa kamu telah ditebus dari cara hidupmu yang sia-sia, yang kamu warisi dari nenk moyangmu itu, bukan dengan barang fana, bukan pula dengan emas dan perak, melainkan dengan darah yang mahal, yaitu darahKU yang tak bernoda dan tak bercacat.” –I Petrus 1:17-19&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar, Cia, YOU CAN’T BE A GRACE ABUSER! Karena setiap perbuatanku akan dihakimi pada akhirnya, apakah aku anak Tuhan atau bukan. BE WISE and watch your step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;“Jadi jika seorang tahu bagaimana ia harus berbuat baik,&lt;br /&gt;tetapi ia tidak melakukannya, ia berdosa.”&lt;br /&gt;-Yakobus 4:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228668239869055967-4718592471861111318?l=an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/feeds/4718592471861111318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6228668239869055967&amp;postID=4718592471861111318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4718592471861111318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228668239869055967/posts/default/4718592471861111318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-hour-with-god.blogspot.com/2009/06/grace-abuser.html' title='Grace Abuser'/><author><name>Vie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mw9_a4OXxs/TrsHAg5s5CI/AAAAAAAABQg/TI62bWssunM/s220/mr.%2Btopsy%2Bturvy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228668239869055967.post-3498564812962083266</id><published>2009-06-21T22:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:18:31.345+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>KETIK REG SPASI RAMAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sj5SDG2vyJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/b1j9EY2k738/s1600-h/crystalBall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN-14WM0tTA/Sj5SDG2vyJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/b1j9EY2k738/s200/crystalBall1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349803620696049810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KETIK REG SPASI RAMAL KIRIM KE ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sering banget ka
