16 January, 2010 1/16/2010
I don't want to think. I don't want to feel. Somehow there's this little part inside that screams that its my fault.I took the previous post away. Ah well.
Song of Songs 8:4- Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
02 January, 2010 1/02/2010
Be Thou my vision, Oh Lord.
Hmm just came back from vietnam today at 1300 odd.
Vietnam was quite fun and I did alot of shopping and pampering( to my sister's annoyance) heh. Everything's really cheap there and one thing about Vietnam is that the people there are just very friendly and welcoming.
One thing that really struck me was the Remnants of the War Musuem. Initially i was quite excited to visit this museum(me being sadistic) to see torture methods, but when i stepped into the museum my view of torture, war was drastically changed. In the musuem were pictures of people, and scenes. At first i was just filled with disgust for the Americans for being so cruel to the vietnamese, but after walking around something else was impressed upon my mind.
What if we would be like that? What if the extent of our persecution would be like that? Dying to deformations from Agent Orange, dying by the guillotine? Who would say that they are ready to die for Christ. That, would be the truest extent of matrydom. For to die is to gain, and to live is to gain too.
Yet, how many dare to say that? How many are assured?
I for one do not know.
