Johann’s Birthday!
Posted: August 30, 2009 by stevie
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Posted: August 17, 2009 by stevie

I like to tell people, that before Hillsongs, before Israel Houghton, before United, before alternative rock became the part and parcel of today’s worship songs, there was Hosanna music. And in Hosanna music, a few names come to mind: Ron Kenoly for all the Israel Houghton aspirants of soul; Paul Baloche, the inspiration of many songwriters, who wrote Open the Eyes of My Heart and God of Wonders; Don Moen, to all those pianist-songleaders and to us, the guitarist worship leaders: Bob Fitts.
I recall listening to my very first worship cassette way back when I was about 12-13, about the time I picked up guitar. I played ‘The Lord Reigns’ so many times it broke. I spent countless hours learning the intricate chord transitions and strumming patterns of that song (D-A-D-A-G-A-G-A) etc, until I could lead it while playing the guitar.
To say Bob Fitts has been an influence would be a slight understatement.
It’s not that we hero-worship people, or we idolize them, but to me, it’s just extreme gratefulness that a person like him would allow himself be used by God, and in doing so, introduced me (and countless others) to worship and the joy of music. When I worship led the first time when I was 14, most of the transitions, transpositions, medleys were direct copies of the ones found in ‘The Lord Reigns’ album. It allowed me to set foundations, in which to build my own worship voicing later on.
Bob Fitts came down to Malaysia last weekend, and even if it was for one night and half a morning conference, the simple truths of worship leading were passed down, so simple that we sometimes miss it. Worship is a matter of the heart. We can’t force people into worship, the heart is a private place between man and God. All we can do is to ensure there is freedom in worship, the dispellation of fear, and the ever presence of God’s amazing love. And it starts with the worship team. It starts with us.
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Posted: August 11, 2009 by michelle_tay
The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. ”No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president.. Now go away.”
The woman’s smile became even broader.
“Leave me alone,” he growled… To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling — her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. “Are you hungry?” she asked.
Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. ”What are you doing, lady?” the man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone.” Just then a policeman came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” he asked….
“No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”
The officer scratched his head. “That’s old Jack. He’s been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?”
“See that cafeteria over there?” she asked. “I’m going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.”
“Are you crazy, lady?” the homeless man resisted. “I don’t want to go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. ”Let me go, officer. I didn’t do anything..”
“This is a good deal for you, Jack,” the officer answered. “Don’t blow it.”
Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived.
The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. ”What’s going on here, officer?” he asked. ”What is all this, is this man in trouble?” “This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the policeman answered.
“Not in here!” the manager replied angrily. “Having a person like that here is bad for business.”
Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if you’ll let me go. I didn’t want to come here in the first place.”
The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. ”Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?”
“Of course I am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.”
“And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?”
“What business is that of yours?”
“I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.” ”Oh..” The woman smiled again.. “I thought that might make a difference.”
She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a laugh. ”Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?”
“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I’m on duty.”
“Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?”
“Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.” The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. ”I’ll get your coffee for you right away, officer.”
The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his place,” he said. ”That was not my intent… Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.”
She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. “Jack, do you remember me?”
Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. “I think so — I mean you do look familiar.”
“I’m a little older perhaps,” she said. ”Maybe I’ve even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.”
“Ma’am?” the officer said questioningly. He couldn’t believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry. “I was just out of college,” the woman began. ”I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn’t find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat.”
Jack lit up with a smile. ”Now I remember,” he said. ”I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”
“I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register. I knew then that everything would be all right.”
“So you started your own business?” Old Jack said.
“I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered..”
She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr…. Lyons . He’s the personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now and I’m certain he’ll find something for you to do around the office.” She smiled. ”I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you.”
There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you?” he asked..
“Don’t thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. He led me to you.”
Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways..
“Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said.
“On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And…..And thank you for the coffee.”
“Have a Wonderful Day. May God Bless You Always and don’t forget that when you ‘cast your bread upon the waters,’ you never know how it will be returned to you.”
God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart. When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go. Only 1 of 2 things will happen: either He’ll catch you when you fall, or He’ll teach you how to fly!
God is going to shift things around for you today and let things work in your favour. God closes doors no man can open & God opens doors no man can close..
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Posted: August 6, 2009 by stevie

Gate of the Year - Minnie Louise Harkins
I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year
‘Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.’
And he replied,
‘Go into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way!’
So I went forth and finding the Hand of God
Trod gladly into the night
He led me towards the hills
And the breaking of day in the lone east.
So heart be still!
What need our human life to know
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife of things
Both high and low,
God hideth his intention.”
Invictus — William Ernest Henley
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I was a little bit of a literary rat when I was younger but I was never much into poetry. Two poems really stand out to me. The first is the “Gate of the Year”, which was introduced to me by the booming voice of Ravi Zacharias when he came down to speak in GTPJ a few years back. The second, “Invictus” was first heard during my revolutionary university years, when the last two lines were perhaps the most inspiring phrases of defiance in the midst of exams and assignments: “I am the master of my fate! I am the captain of my soul!!”
How strange, that these two poems (perhaps the only two that I ever bothered to remember) would have such different extremes in the way life is viewed: One, a gentle submission to life’s vicissitudes, and putting it in God’s hands; the other, very much like our way of approaching exams in Uni, convincing ourselves we are the masters of our own destiny.
William Ernest Henley wrote the poem from the hospital bed, as he was bed ridden early in life due to tubercolosis. He died at the age of 53, after a lifelong struggle with the disease. More ominiously, the poem was used as the last words of Timothy McVeigh before he was executed, convicted for the 1995 Oklahoma Bombing that killed over 160 people.
Minnie Louise Harkins wrote the words of the Gate of the Year at her home, while sitting at the balcony, and put it aside. It was called ‘God Knows’ back then and it was an anonymous poem written on greeting cards and such. She led a simple life, and most of her works focused on helping people and tutoring students in the London School of Economics. At the start of the second world war, King George VI read part of the poem as his Christmas message to England. It was broadcasted nationally which astounded even Minnie Louise herself. Her subsequent royalties received from the usage of her poem, she donated to charities. Britian went on to fight back the German troops and became the critical lynchpin in which the Allies would launch their attacks from later in the war.
Both poems were beautifully written, but each brought different inspirations to different people. One, a poem that contends the absence of an eternal being, almost struggles with its own rhetoric: is man truly the captain of his own soul? What happens beyond this life, when we are no longer the masters of our fate?
In another, the simple faith in God, as she admits that she has no idea what lies ahead, or how she would approach the coming year. But with trust in the hand that holds tomorrow, she gladly steps forward, knowing there is one who is the master of her fate, the captain of her soul.
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