Jesus Christ

The Little Black Sheep

black cute sheep

Dearest Jesus,

It’s me again. Thank you for accompanying me crying for hours last night. I know I have been silly for having those thoughts but thanks for bearing with me.

Every time when the darkness engulfs the earth, I would whisper to you till I fall asleep quietly. Although I have never seen you in my whole life, I know you are listening. I know you understand my heart more than anyone else.

This little faith of mine. That great love of yours.

Sometimes I am envious. Sometimes I am worried. How could I ever be by your side? How could I love you more than anyone else? How could I stand out from the herd of sheep that you are taking care of?

Soon I turned grey. I stayed out from the herd. I watched you from afar. I wasn’t moving along and you waited for me. You called out for my name and I turned a deaf ear.

I refused to be bathed, to be cleaned from the dust and mud of the earth. Soon, I got darker and darker. The herd of sheep avoided me. They called me the Black one, the Sinned one.

I was angry and upset and I turned away. On my feeble legs, I climbed up the cliff. I could see you going through that herd of sheep. Were you looking for me? I sneered, you will never see me ever again so just leave me alone.

Why were I crying for each steps that i walked away from you? Why every lift of foot become heavier? What force is holding me back?

I could hear you calling out my name. It was becoming clearer and clearer. Soon, the sound fainted out. I was almost there, to the top of the mountain. Just a few more steps and I would be at the top of the world. I collapsed on the ground. Instead of a force that was pulling me back, it became a pulling force. Like a corpse, lifelessly been dragged to the pile of skulls.

I saw death. I felt what it is called hopeless. I saw fire was engulfing the skulls, mountains are collapsing. And I heard a faint call of my name.

No, don’t turn back. I refused to turn back. I am a disgrace. You will never love me again. But I couldn’t move. Tears couldn’t be held back.

Deep in my heart, there was fear. Fear that I will never see you again. Fear that you would never love me again.

Fear of rejection.

You lifted me up and said, let’s go.

Let’s go home.

For that moment, everything turned white. And I slept soundly and peacefully in your embrace.

God’s abundant mercy has begotten us again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus.
1 Peter 1:3

” We’re all vulnerable to fantastic offers – to scams in reality pay off with nothing but trouble. We are offered false hope that ends in dashed dreams.”

I couldn’t agree more with the statement above. Astonished by how hurtful to learn the truth of being lied, how cruel to face the person who betrayed us, and how hard it is to move on and leave behind all those pains. But God is good and He gives us strength each new day.

I found myself crying in bed some nights, hoping my day would end and never have to wake up to face the cruelty of reality again. But every morning when i open up my eyes, I am grateful for being alive. I live on my life, not for myself, but for the Glory of God.

“There is one offer, however, that is genuine, though fantastic beyond belief. It’s the offer that God makes to us – salvation through faith in Jesus’s finished work on the cross: Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved (Acts 16:31).

By saying YES to salvation, we can have hope, peace, forgiveness, incomparable riches, and redemption.

I am so glad to know you, Jesus Christ 🙂 Thank you for this BEST offer that you gave me.


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It’s generally quite simple to understand and apply. I love! More things to learn. Even though the information is quite basic but at least it gave me an inroduction on the scripting language and now i can roughly understand what is the program script about.

i’ve got 100% for the quiz 😉


It’s Good Friday tomorrow. Thank you, Jesus Christ for loving us so much.

Bumper Cars

Life is a lot like bumper cars. You get in your car, knowing that you will get hit, you just don’t know how hard. And when you get hit, you step on the gas pedal, chase the one who has hit you, and hope to bump that person harder than they have bumped you.

Just how many times we have to forgive? Up to seven times? Peter asked. Jesus answered, Up to seventy times seven.

There is no limit to grace. We forgive not because our offenders deserve it but because we’ve been forgiven.

Since we are among those who’ve been forgiven much, let’s stop the damage and share the blessing with others. -Joe Stowell

Lord, remind us of how deeply we have offended You and how often You have extended the grace of forgiveness to us. Teach us to forgive others and to trust You to deal with those who sin against us.