Monday, May 30, 2011

The Praying Hands

Many of us would have seen the picture of “The Praying Hands”, also present in many Christian homes, but would almost certainly not have heard the moving story behind this popular picture.

Here is the story.



Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived
a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food
on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a
goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade
and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.

Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of the elder children,
Albrecht and Albert, had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their
talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be
financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two
boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would
go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his
brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won
the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the
other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or,
if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer
won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.

Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four
years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an
immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils
were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he
graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his
commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held
a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant
homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and
laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the
table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice
that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words
were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn.
Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care
of you."

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where
Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head
from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No"

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced
down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands
close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to
Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the
mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed
at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly
in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast,
much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a
brush. No, brother ...for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of
masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, water colors,
charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great
museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people,
are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely
being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in
your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed,
Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms
together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful
drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened
their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love
"The Praying Hands."

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second




Saturday, May 28, 2011

Ending of MBBS 2nd year

So my second year classes have come to an end with the final lecture on last Thursday.. Time sure pass pretty fast for me and all of us here in AIMST University.. One moment I was beginning a brand new year, all excited about the new things I was going to learn, next I'm studying like crazy (OK. not that hard, been pretty lazy actually) for my coming CA and then Finals on 24th June.. Wow, less than a month away to my finals.. Pretty scary stuff if u ask me.. Everyone has to go through it in the end I guess, no two ways about it..

So 2nd year has been a topsy turvy year.. Organized a few events, did some stuff and my breakup with my gf.. So yeah, lots of drama.. Not to mention the drama in class, among friends, in university and so forth.. Just hope things will get better during 3rd year.. At least for the batch.. I'm sure last Thursday sarcasm by our Deputy Dean is a wake up call for all of us.. If not we are really really ignorant of the severity of the current situation..

I've begin to serve in my church praise and worship ministry.. PTL for giving me the opportunity to play for Him.. What great joy is to worship in front of the Lord.. Hopefully I'll step up more in my spiritual growth.. Still many areas for me to improve.. =)

So guess I won't be posting till after my finals, which will end on 14th July.. All the best to everyone out there.. =) GAMBATEH and God bless u all!! =D

Monday, May 16, 2011


I'm sorry for not being there for u when u need me most.

I'm sorry I can't give u the best.

I'm sorry I was never a better BF for you. I'm sorry I can never be like others in campus.

I'm sorry for giving u hope when we were no longer together, for my actions, for what I did, for
what I said on Tuesday.

I'm sorry for what happened last Wednesday, for not acknowledging your presence, for not thanking you for everything, for simply ignoring you throughout the event.

I'm sorry for all the pain and hurt I have caused to you.

I'm sorry that it has ended this way.

I pray and hope that you will be able to find the one Mr. Right who'll treat you for who you're really are cause I'm definitely not that person.

I'm sorry I have lost you as a friend.

"Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord," Acts 3:19

I've repented on what I have done and now I shall move forward with faith. I don't expect a forgiveness from you nor even the slight hope of friendship.Heck, we might be enemies for life. However, I have forgiven for what your have done towards me; regardless whether you have done the same or not. For it is written:

"For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins." Matthew 6:14-15

I pray that Lord give me the strength to change me into a new person, to turnover a new leaf, to be somebody that is totally different from the old me. May Lord grant me this strength I seek. Amen.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

A Story Worth Sharing

Father John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago, writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:

Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith.That was the day I first saw Tommy.
My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches
below his shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed
Tommy under "S" for strange... Very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at
times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?" I decided instantly on a little shock therapy.
"No!" I said very emphatically.
"Why not," he responded,
"I thought that was the product you were pushing." I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out,
"Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my class.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line -- He will find you!
At least I thought it was clever.
Later, I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful. Then a sad report came.
I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out , he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all
fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm,
for the first time, I believe.
"Tommy, I've thought about you so often; I hear you are sick," I blurted out.

"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks." Tommy replied.
"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real biggies in life.."
I began to look through my metal file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange.
(It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!)
He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, 'No!' which surprised me.
Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. (My clever line. He thought about that a lot!) .
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God..
And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists
against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out.
In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.....
Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit.
I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an after life, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable.
I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said:: " The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.'"
So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him. "Dad."
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean . It's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. " What is it?"
"Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.
"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me."
" It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each
other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years."
I was only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long. Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to. "Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer
holding out a hoop, 'C'mon, jump through C'mon, I'll give you three days, three weeks.'"
"Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour....But the important thing is that He was there. He found me..! You were right.....He found me even after I stopped looking for Him."

"Tommy," I practically gasped,
"I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize.
To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love.
You know, the Apostle John said that... He said: "God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.''
"Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell it."
"Oooh.. I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call."
In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you ...tell the whole world for me?"
"I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God's love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them, Tommy, as best I could.

If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or two. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.

With thanks,
Rev. John Powell, Professor, Loyola University ,

21st Birthday Celebration

Had it like a few hours ago.. One word, AWESOME!! Why?? Cause
1) Thankful that some of my friends turned up even thou it was a really last minute thing.
2) Managed to celebrate my 21st birthday with my parents, seriously thought it would not happen.
3) MU won the title!! (OK, this was a bonus.. =p)

Thank you all for coming and thanks for everything guys.. Interestingly I received my presents in pairs this year.. 2 water tumblers (one is Starbucks btw, thx Jean!!), 2 boxes of Ferrero Rochers, 2 monetary gifts (finally no longer broke!!) and 2 books (Beatrice u con artist!! XD).. So is two my lucky number this year?? Haha.. Nah.. Guess one is.. LOL!!

Why one u say?? Well, cause I'm single again people.. Yeah, lots of shit happened and it's my fault for the shit to happen but in the end, I had enough.. And to be honest, I'm actually relieved, a lot more happier.. Don't know why.. Probably it's God's way of letting me know something better is lying ahead.. I thanked Him for finally waking me up, hitting me on the head with a gigantic hammer on my 21st Birthday.. So it's a mixed one.. It was bad in one way cause I've totally lost a friend now and it was good in the other way cause it has liberated me from the pit I dug myself into.. And also thanks to all my friends who supported me and make my 21st birthday a memorable one..

So what's next for me? Study hard, continue to seek Him and come back to Him (seriously I have deviated a lot without me knowing, thank you for showing me the way once again) and enjoy life as it is.. No point dwelling on the past, not after what has happened.. I apologized, I accepted responsibility, I've taken the blame and if that's all not enough then forget it.. Why hurt yourself any longer knowing things will never be the same probably forever right??

Now I have to concentrate on my coming CA in 2 weeks followed by my finals at the end of June.. Then I'll start thinking about other stuff.. Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! XD

P.S. I wish you all the best in your future undertakings.. I do not hate you for what you've done.. I simply forgive and forget.. =)

Wednesday, May 11, 2011