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What The HELL? AGAIN

Inter Campus Prayer:: Clayton - Sunway

Week 10: Heaven On Earth

Week 8: War Games

Week 7: Campus Missions

Week 6: Spiritual Disciplines

Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy.

This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like.. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County

Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.

It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moore 's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian.. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.

Here is Brian's essay entitled  "The Room."

Page 1

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived....

Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.

One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came.. I began to weep.. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him... Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.

Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.

The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16

If you feel the same way forward this article to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but you will know and so will He.

"We should fear God (Matthew 10:28); We should love God

Merle Albert Knobloch

Week 4: UOE2 - What's wrong with the World, Mama?

Him

Before and above everything I just wanted to say thank you and that I appreciate very much for this opportunity that has been given to me, This boy is the representation of my passion and why I want to be a Famine Youth Leader.

I have always loved people, but about 4 years ago, I watched a video by Gary Haugen, president of the International Justice Mission. He was instrumental to shaping my passion and helping me put a name to it. He pointed out a verse, Isaiah 1:17 which says, Learn to do good. Seek justice. Help the oppressed. Defend the orphan. Fight for the right of widows. In the video he talked about how God being the source of all justice, compassion, power, truth and goodness is most offended by the abuse of it. It moved me, changed the way I viewed the world and I knew then that I wanted to use my life to serve people.

I would spend my life championing the rights of those oppressed and bringing relief to those who are in pain. However being Chinese and the eldest in the family with two very young brothers’ filial piety is probably one of the strongest values instilled. For now, with the consent of my parents I have publicly pledged a year of my life, upon my graduation in 2011, to doing just that. I know that my heart is with His people, but I am still exploring the different channels in which I can serve. Amongst the many, what I feel for the most is injustice and poverty.

Injustice applies to any act that involves unfairness to another or the violation of one's rights. Perhaps my view on what is right or wrong is more rigid, or perhaps I know Him whom I serve never intended such outright abuse on His people. This is why I desire to bring change, to make right where evil has caused injustice.

Poverty is the other area that I feel as strongly about. When I think about poverty, I understand it first and foremost as a severe need or a lack. When I read or witness the pain of those in poverty, I am indefinitely moved to do something to change it, but I being one can only provide or bring that much food or any sort of material things. So bigger than that is the realization that what these people need the most is not of the physical; instead it is hope that sustains them through their bleakest moment, and the light in which they can cling onto. Practically, I need to provide the physical to improve and better the lives of those in poverty. However that brings only temporary relief, lasting only as long as the material does, instead hope in a purpose and bigger truth is inexhaustible and changes their life eternally.

The picture as mentioned represents my heart and all that which I stand for. I keep this picture in my Bible. It serves as a reminder to me, that in everything I do, it should be fueled by my love for Him and His people. His face is the representation of the many that I wish to serve because in doing so, I would have been serving also their Maker.

By Carmen Looi

Week3: UOE1 - What the Hell?!

Where the Mind Goes, the Man Follows

Jesus said in Luke 6:45, ...out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks. And in Proverbs 23:7 the Bible says, ...as he thinks in his heart, so is he... Here, the word heart refers to the mind. In other words, whatever you and I allow into our inner life will eventually be seen in our outer life. So in order to deal with wrong behavior, we need to deal with wrong thinking. The key to victory is learning how to think on the things that God wants us to think- to be renewed in our mind by the power of His Word- instead of thinking on whatever comes into our head.


A House Made of Thoughts
All of us have an outer life and an inner life. Our outer life is the part of us that everybody sees, and our inner life, is seen by nobody, except God and us. Our inner life is like a house made of thoughts that is constantly being built. It is within these "walls" of our thinking that each of us lives. Every thought we accept is like another brick in the wall of the house we are building. If we accept negative, selfish, or other ungodly thoughts, our "house" will be a mess, and we will find ourselves walled in with the enemy. But when we choose to think positive, godly thoughts, the "house" in which we live will be a blessing, filled with the rewards of righteousness.


Exposing the Enemy
Once we make the decision to change our thinking, we enter into an all-out war with the enemy, and the battlefield is our mind. Satan knows that if he can dominate our thinking, he can dominate our life. That is why he often attacks us early in the morning, before our feet ever hit the floor. He strategically bombards our mind with every negative and ungodly thought imaginable- all in an effort to set the stage for a day of misery and sorrow. Two of Satan's greatest devices he uses against us are worry and reasoning.


Wielding the Sword
One of the greatest weapons that you and I have is the truth of God's Word. If we don't lead wrong thoughts away captive, the wrong thoughts will lead us away captive. When Jesus faces the temptations of Satan in the desert, He spoke the Word and defeated the enemy (see Luke 4:1-13). God wants us to know, believe and exalt His Word above the ideas of the enemy and my flesh. Jesus clearly stated in Matthew 6:25-34 that we are not to worry about anything because God is faithful to provide all that we need, when we need it. The more we meditate on scriptures like these, the more our thinking changes.


Maintaining Mental Freedom
Once we learn how to get free, we then need to learn how to stay free. It's not enough to just cast down the wrong thoughts; we have to choose to think the right thoughts. We need to fix our mind on...whatever is true, whatever is worthy of reverence and is honorable and seemly, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely and lovable, whatever is kind and winsome and gracious...(Philippians 4:8) If you and I do not choose thoughts that lead to life, the devil will choose thoughts for us that lead to death. But when we choose thoughts that lead to life, our lives will be blessed. 


By Joyce Meyer

Week 2: Monashcf @ 2009

Week 1: Welcome Party

Surviving Monash 2010

Trying to survive in Monash is a hard thing to do! So, Surviving Monash is the avenue for freshies to get a good headstart in their journey through learning. They would break into their respective courses for a group talk where an appointed senior would give pointers to things like 'what are the best places to eat?' and 'what choice subjects are the best?'.