Lest we forget

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Today is a special day for Australians and New Zealanders. For me, it was a bit more than that. When I was in primary school, my best friend stood up at assembly and read the famous lines- lest we forget. As I remember the service men and women who have given their lives and continue to give their lives for our freedom, I also remember Dani- Impossible to forget.

Komorebi [木漏れ日]

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Some words or ideas, are simply beyond words. Sometimes if you had to define something, a relationship, an experience... no words can describe what you are trying to say. But it doesn't mean that the meaning can't be conveyed.

Some ideas, feelings, are simply beyond words. They need to be experienced together.

3 simple words I want to hear

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3 simple words that I want to hear from someone I care about, really want to hear. No, it's not "I love you", nor is it "I miss you" or things like "I need you", "I want you".

Racking your brains now right? What else would someone want to hear? GOD'S NOT DEAD. I'm hoping you will join the movement, whoever you are who has stumbled on my personal blog.


What am I talking about? You have to watch the movie and find out.


Yes I am slightly biased. I'm a unashamed at being a Christian, a creationist, and simply a friend of Jesus. I don't claim to be perfect or sinless. I'm the opposite of that. I'm imperfect and a sinner.

You know those AA meetings where people go around the circle and say that they are a recovering addict? Well I'm a recovering sinner. Christ died for my sins once and for all, but I guess this old me keeps creeping up and doing things that upset God. Lately, I've done quite a few. And I know it. I'm conflicted because some of these sins feel good. There is this part in the movie, where an old lady tells a successful Godless business man- sometimes the devil lets people have no troubles, so that they don't think they need God. Sometimes, the jail cell is so comfortable, that you don't want to find your way out, and be free.

Sometimes sin feels good, but just because it feels good, doesn't mean it's right. If I truly believed that God's not dead. I should stop sinning...

#Godsnotdead

another epic ending

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Over the past 12 months, there has been too many news reports of fallen planes, tragedies during holidays and the like. When you watch these reports you fail to realise the how real these events can be.

This trip has had many stories I want to share, but I will start at the end. On the last day of the trip, Easter Sunday, we went to a Japanese version of Hillsong church. Took us 3 transfers of subway lines and walking in the rain. Christ is alive indeed, and His name is for salvation no matter what language.

After church we wandered around the city a bit more and made our way back to the hotel. On the way, I did a bit of shopping, and mum wanted a snack so we bought KFC. I thought we had plenty of time to get to the airport. And probably have dinner at the airport, do a bit of duty free shopping. BOY WAS I WRONG.

We got to the JR station at 5.15pm. The flight departs at 8.30pm, ideally, I would have liked to be at the airport 2 hours before an international flight, so 6.30pm. By the time we arrived at Tokyo station it was 6.00pm. We ran down to the airport express for the 6.03 train. We waited at the platform, and 6.03, the train rolls passed. we were waiting in the wrong spot in the long platform. So the next train was going to depart at 6.33pm. By that stage, my heart was pounding incredibly hard. It would take 55mins by train to reach the terminal, let alone the check in counter. When the train arrived in the platform, I ran with my luggage. I couldn't break, my legs were just carrying me at an extreme speed, mum tried to keep up by fell over badly. Up 4 flights of stairs later, I arrived at the checkin counter which were all closed. My heart was pounding so fast, my lips were starting to go numb, and I felt like puking. 7.40pm. Counters closed. I was about to cry, I begged and begged the service people to let us on the plane. I couldn't' breath, pretty sure I had a minor heart attack. Amazing. Praise God. They let us off on a warning. And even allowed us to check in luggage. Unfortunately, boarding was 8pm, so we ran and ran to immigration- huge line- and rushed all the way to the boarding lounge. Made it.

EPIC.

Through all this mum and I were praying. Praying for a miracle. So many things went wrong, but so many more things could have gone wrong. I used to think we couldn't ask Jesus to help us in these little trivial things- he's a big God who conquered death. But he cares enough for these little things too.