Surely I come quickly.

got to see this because we had to meet early

to take the 8am KTM train to Malaysia

before it closes down in July

took pictures along the way

crossed the causeway

we were on msia land for only 1hr!

took pictures again on the way back

come visit us again in msia! :P

the train tracks

and the trains

the next time we come the people will not be there

no more tickets to be sold

what will happen to them?? stay tuned till next sem! :D

my sis got us stamps from vietnam!

Zechariah 8:6

“Thus saith the LORD of hosts; If it be marvellous in the eyes of the remnant of this people in these days, should it also be marvellous in mine eyes? saith the LORD of hosts.”

MARVELOUS! Marvelous! Probably there is no adjective more frequently on our lips than this, in these wonderful years when we are reaping the harvest of centuries of patient sowing, and when any morning the newspapers may announce a discovery which will revolutionize our methods of illumination, or locomotion, or military organization.

The other day we were told that the philosopher’s stone was found at last; and that silver can be transformed into gold; tomorrow we may rub our eyes at the marvelous news that the North Pole has been reached. Men resemble the little child led into a toy-shop, or listening to a lecture at the Royal Institute, with open-eyed wonder and open-mouthed exclamation.

But none of these things are wonderful to God; they are but the unraveling of His thoughts, the discovery of His secrets! They are only marvelous to us because we are as yet in the baby stage, waking up to know a little of what a wonderful God He is. Like a little child in Wonderland, our God is leading man from room to room, telling him such wonderful stories of His nature and creative work, as make us continually exclaim, How wonderful!

But there are more wonderful things than these—that rebels should be forgiven, prodigals restored, the sons of darkness changed into children of light, Satan driven out before the Stronger than he, the unclean heart made the pure temple of the holy God. Talk they of marvels in the natural world! These pale before the star of Bethlehem, the sunset of Calvary, and the radiance of the Resurrection morning. And we shall see greater things than these, when we follow on to know through unending ages.

indeed, more of Thy fullness to know! the fullness of Thy gift of salvation, the length, the breadth, the heights, the depths of Thy love. but the mind needs to be trained, to transcend the material things, the veil of the flesh, to bask in the light of eternity and relish spiritual things. oh, for the constancy, the unceasing strength of Thy abiding.

WHAT a sermon there is in a wick! Sit beside it, and ask how it dares hope to be able to supply light for hours and hours to come. “Will you not soon burn to an end, you wick of lamp?” “No; I do not fear it, since the light does not burn me, though it burns on me. I only bear to it the oil which saturates my texture. I am but the ladder up which it climbs. It is not I, but the oil that is in me, that furnishes the light.”

Yes, that is it, and when we anticipate the future, our hearts might well misgive us if we were counting on meeting its demands from our only slender resources. But this is not necessary;we do not give light to the world; we only receive the oil from the Holy Spirit and the spark of His fire; and if we burn steadily through the long, dark hours, it is because we have learned to translate into living beauty those supplies of grace which we receive in fellowship with Jesus.

But how necessary it is that nothing interrupt the flow of oil; that there be no uncleanliness permitted to clog and obstruct the narrow bore of the golden spout of faith. Let us daily see to this; let us watch and pray, that there may be no hindrance or impediment; let us draw from our King-Priest more and more of His grace, to enable us to persevere. It cannot be too often repeated, that it is not what we do for Him, but what He does through us, which really blesses men. Be satisfied then to be only a wick, unseen amid the glory of the light that crowns it, and willing to be consumed by the daily removal of the charred fringe. Delivered to death for Jesus’ sake, that the life of Jesus may be manifest in your mortal flesh.

this blog is becoming so trivial, it is not worth reading anymore. i can sense myself clamping up, becoming more and more withdrawn. the zest of younger years vanishing into thin air. the struggles becoming so often it's not worth writing about. little things too trivial it's not worth reading about. somehow there's nothing to be excited about anymore. somehow there is a lot more burdens weighing me down.

i feel myself morphing into someone i don't know, and this person scares me. so numb, so fidgety. this sense of weirdness has persisted for so long now. the lack of satisfaction has been lingering. i still recall that particular summer day, the fresh morning air streaming into the huge victorian windows, lying in the soft cushiony bed, reading a book by Elizabeth Elliot. Each morning, huddled up against a small wooden stool, peering expectantly into Your Word, relishing each revelation, then walking in the fresh morning breeze, looking into the blue blue sky, together we rejoice at the goodness of the Lord.

Nowadays, encompassed about by weary worldliness, stuffy and stifled, fearful and petrified. every plant i set my hand to withers and die. and there's that sense of weirdness once again. i really don't understand it. is it the change in human interaction? or the change in routine/responsibilities/studies content. always in one miry mud if not in miry clay. there is not a moment when i can enjoy total abandonment of myself, steeped in Your Word. the interruptions, fear of interruptions. necessities. counting each minute, each second left to complete my work. no moment to rest, no moment to relax. clinging on tightly. clenching hard. must i be reduced to dust. can i not learn this another way?