<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744</id><updated>2011-08-15T16:46:38.681+08:00</updated><category term='fcc'/><category term='pryaer'/><category term='orphaned heart'/><category term='sons'/><category term='House of Prayer'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='church'/><category term='mission trip'/><category term='weekly meanderings.'/><category term='journeys'/><title type='text'>ourgig</title><subtitle type='html'>ourgig - "our God is good" hopes to build an authentic community of fellow sojourners of faith, love and joy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-6851503279437076844</id><published>2011-08-03T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:25:24.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The posture for Spiritual Warfare</title><summary type='text'>Pentecostals and Charismatics have to be extra careful in the area of engaging the enemy in spiritual warfare. We cannot afford to be flippant in the use of the Name of Jesus to do war with demons and powers of darkness with the wrong spiritual posture. Apostle Peter is not inexperienced in this matter and he identifies the pitfalls of warfare warriors and advises us on the right posture.1Pe 5:5</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/6851503279437076844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=6851503279437076844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/6851503279437076844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/6851503279437076844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2011/08/posture-for-spiritual-warfare.html' title='The posture for Spiritual Warfare'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-3596222938639471423</id><published>2011-08-03T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:46:57.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficiality chokes the human soul.</title><summary type='text'>Consumerism and market-driven spirituality have given birth to shallowness and superficiality among the people attending church services and activities. Superficiality is so inhumane. It chokes the human soul and it stifles the nurturing of true and  beautiful communion of the saints of God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/3596222938639471423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=3596222938639471423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/3596222938639471423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/3596222938639471423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2011/08/superficiality-chokes-human-soul.html' title='Superficiality chokes the human soul.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-122104336602512997</id><published>2011-08-03T05:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:48:19.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man in the Mirror</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever really stand in front of the mirror and look deep into your own eyes? What do you see? Do you see Love? Fear? anger? ...orFrom that inward revelation we turn to a vertical concentration. Turn your eyes upon Jesus..Look full into His wonderful face.and the things of this world will grow strangely dimIn the light of His Glory and Grace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/122104336602512997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=122104336602512997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/122104336602512997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/122104336602512997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2011/08/man-in-mirror.html' title='Man in the Mirror'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-2171118384305866638</id><published>2008-08-12T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:45:57.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incarnation</title><summary type='text'>I watched the Dark Knight with Joash and May.I am constantly amazed at the ability of certain actors who seems to have such ease and and skills in taking on different roles in different movies or even in the same movie. Maybe that's why they are actors. The really good actors actually clothed themselves with the personality of the character that they  are portraying. The way they communicate and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/2171118384305866638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=2171118384305866638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/2171118384305866638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/2171118384305866638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2008/08/incarnation.html' title='Incarnation'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-3553257272505275809</id><published>2008-08-11T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:37:42.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><title type='text'>The Ease or Difficulty of Forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>What is our capacity to forgive dependent on?Are there people that we find easier of more difficult to forgive.Does God have a great capacity to forgive?1 John 1:9 simply says " If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." Do I find myself forgiving some easier and others more difficult?Why is it that the desire to forgive is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/3553257272505275809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=3553257272505275809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/3553257272505275809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/3553257272505275809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2008/08/ease-or-difficulty-of-forgiveness.html' title='The Ease or Difficulty of Forgiveness'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-1451538501680468738</id><published>2008-07-12T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:22:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and love</title><summary type='text'>Deut 15:Don't ignore the poor.If there is a poor man with you, one of your brothers, in any of your towns in your land which the Lord your God is giving you, you shall not harden your heart, nor close your hand from your poor brother; but you shall freely open your hand to him, and shall generously lend him sufficient for his need in whatever he lacks... You shall generously give to him, and your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/1451538501680468738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=1451538501680468738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/1451538501680468738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/1451538501680468738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-and-love_12.html' title='Home and love'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-14780182457670509</id><published>2008-07-12T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:44:54.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home and love</title><summary type='text'>Home: the place you love and you are loved. For those who have, these are often taken for granted.Most people I know have a place to go back call home. It is the place they know that they will always be welcome..they do not fear going home with the prospect that they are not allowed into the 'house; that they are not welcome; they do not worry whether people of the house are angry with them or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/14780182457670509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=14780182457670509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/14780182457670509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/14780182457670509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-and-love.html' title='home and love'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-9172046193025378096</id><published>2007-09-12T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:55:13.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphaned heart'/><title type='text'>The orphaned heart and the beloved</title><summary type='text'>The orphaned heart.. I guess we have heard about the "fatherheart of God". We all called Him our Father when we pray. But in a lot of life we do not apply this truth. Fatherheart of God is the answer..but what is the problem or question?  You know whenever we feel the pain in relationships, the root is actually a problem of identity..who am I? ..Let me just say that your primary identity is this:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/9172046193025378096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=9172046193025378096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/9172046193025378096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/9172046193025378096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/09/orphaned-heart-and-beloved.html' title='The orphaned heart and the beloved'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-8391468715257821222</id><published>2007-09-05T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:58:22.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, if you move i move.</title><summary type='text'>I remember he was one of our students in the rehab center but i had forgotten his name. That was more than 15 years ago.He looks like he is still on those stuff. He has aged much..his hair long and unkept. Today his hair is trimmed but i still could not remember his name. Should i approach him? Should i offer my handshake? What could i offer to him? Will i have another burden to carry? " Lord, if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/8391468715257821222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=8391468715257821222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/8391468715257821222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/8391468715257821222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/09/lord-if-you-move-i-move.html' title='Lord, if you move i move.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-997482958057414414</id><published>2007-08-15T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:49:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines 2</title><summary type='text'>He was into alcohol,smoking and gambling. Then at a neigbourhood film evangelism outreach he responded to believe and follow Jesus. He has now been with the pastor for the past one year. His life has been transformed. He found peace of heart, joy to live and love and serve others. Every morning they hold prayer at 5 am. At 6am he [ MA ]feeds the pigs at the farm. After shower and a simple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/997482958057414414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=997482958057414414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/997482958057414414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/997482958057414414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/08/phili.html' title='Philippines 2'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-2502226663396960554</id><published>2007-08-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:15:18.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Prayer'/><title type='text'>The House is The People</title><summary type='text'>As we have been emphasising about God directing us [ FCC ] to be a House of Prayer and Healing,I asked my fellow workers to respond to the word " House". These are some the responses.1. My home is my palace - spoken in Bahasa " Rumah ku Istana ku"2. I want not just a house but a home.3. Sense of belonging.4. More than shelter, but a place to be cared and loved.5. A Sanctuary.There are many Houses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/2502226663396960554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=2502226663396960554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/2502226663396960554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/2502226663396960554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/08/house-is-people.html' title='The House is The People'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-93697831317431710</id><published>2007-07-31T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:43:52.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission trip'/><title type='text'>philippines-1</title><summary type='text'>I really did not know what to expect when Pastor Yee told us that we are ministering at the City Jail of Baguio City. Middle of the night the HOly Spirit clarified the message He wanted me to share. It was the first time for all 6 of us to enter a jail. Thank God it was an invitation to minister in their chapel not a conviction of any crime.The people. both men and women who came to the chapel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/93697831317431710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=93697831317431710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/93697831317431710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/93697831317431710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/07/philippines-1.html' title='philippines-1'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-5688282858568734033</id><published>2007-07-26T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:37:00.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fcc'/><title type='text'>August happenings</title><summary type='text'>This is the forth year that FCC is doing a mission trip and 6 of us are going to Philipines. Jim and laily Lim will be there for 4 days while the rest of us [ Samuel Young, Lemuel, Joash and myself ] will stay until August 10. Please remember us in prayer.We will be visiting prison, schools, dumpsite [ smokey mountain ] churches and trying to connect with some pastors for future partnership. FCC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/5688282858568734033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=5688282858568734033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/5688282858568734033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/5688282858568734033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/07/august-happenings.html' title='August happenings'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-4967226876100558882</id><published>2007-07-13T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:54:53.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you.</title><summary type='text'>In a conversation I was asked " what do you think of this or that preacher/pastor?" Of course the person was referring to some well known persons and Big names in the Christian World. My answer was " i do not know them personally so I cannot comment.' It is amazing how Christians "worship" their own "Christian Idols' in the way they buy their 'products' or talk about their "messages and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/4967226876100558882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=4967226876100558882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/4967226876100558882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/4967226876100558882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-you.html' title='I know you.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-4697221925820738783</id><published>2007-07-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:52:26.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pryaer'/><title type='text'>a little heaven here on earth</title><summary type='text'>In Heaven, He wipes all tears away.In Heaven He says and so I prayMake a little heaven here on earththrough the things i do or sayKumbaya my Lord kumbaya-3xOh Lord, come by hereSomeone's crying Lord, KumbayaOh Lord, come by here.too much sadness, too much lonelinesstoo little happinesss and too little joy Come by here Lord to your peopleWe are your heart, we are your hands that wipe the tears, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/4697221925820738783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=4697221925820738783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/4697221925820738783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/4697221925820738783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-heaven-here-on-earth.html' title='a little heaven here on earth'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-6514124926970978467</id><published>2007-06-22T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:19:15.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>FCC - ATM community</title><summary type='text'>Fcc – towards a ATM community What is this?A –Authentic – We desire genuine encounters one with another and with the Lord.T –Transformational – We are changed under the umbrella of His LoveM – Missional – In the words of our guest speaker Sherman Kuek, it is to1. Love2. Love radically3. Love radically outwardly so that others may come to know His Love.Half-way in our discussion at the cell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/6514124926970978467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=6514124926970978467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/6514124926970978467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/6514124926970978467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/06/fcc-atm-community.html' title='FCC - ATM community'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-8404985806416704162</id><published>2007-06-08T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:54:03.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly meanderings.'/><title type='text'>Weekly meanderings</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday, the English congregation responded in giving to a Nigerian brother. Kudos to all who gave in yielding to the promptings of the Spriit. Power Encountered at the last Wednesday Prayer Meeting was different, awesome and I personally felt very refreshing. The worshippers, prayer warriors, intercessors or just participants are beginning to be willing to step into deeper waters of the Holy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/8404985806416704162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=8404985806416704162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/8404985806416704162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/8404985806416704162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekly-meanderings.html' title='Weekly meanderings'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-7362449085299066538</id><published>2007-05-26T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:57:38.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Go look for those that need a doctor.</title><summary type='text'>The young man in front of me in a intense voice exclaimed: we must look for those who need a doctor.I felt his frustration. He knows of people who are truly and desperately in need - very basic needs - a place to stay, people that would befriend him, a job that would pay for his basic needs of food and boarding...people who doesn't have a place they call home. People who needed to know that they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/7362449085299066538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=7362449085299066538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/7362449085299066538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/7362449085299066538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/05/go-look-for-those-that-need-doctor.html' title='Go look for those that need a doctor.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-3675068659715765362</id><published>2007-05-23T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:44:46.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmurings of the heart</title><summary type='text'>What happen when the people of your church finally come crashing down being bored with the exerrcise of religious ritualism?How can I prevent that? There can be a crisis of spiritual boredom and dullness inspite of all the hardwork we can put in in our church activities and programs to make them exciting and interesting. I am convinced that the crisis of spiritual boredom and dullness is a crisis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/3675068659715765362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=3675068659715765362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/3675068659715765362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/3675068659715765362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/05/murmurings-of-heart.html' title='Murmurings of the heart'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-5504560505809959242</id><published>2007-05-23T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:08:58.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Mr or Miss Cool ?</title><summary type='text'>Artist: Jamie O'Neal LyricsSong: All By Myself LyricsWhen I was youngI never needed anyoneAnd makin' love was just for funThose days are goneLivin' aloneI think of all the friends I've knownBut when I dial the telephoneNobody's homeAll by myselfDon't wanna be, all by myself anymoreAll by myselfDon't wanna live, all by myself anymoreHard to be sureSometimes I feel so insecureAnd love so distant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/5504560505809959242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=5504560505809959242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/5504560505809959242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/5504560505809959242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-mr-or-miss-cool.html' title='Are you Mr or Miss Cool ?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-1637996833388612313</id><published>2007-05-23T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:38:06.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fcc'/><title type='text'>2 questions</title><summary type='text'>At our staff devotion I asked them to think about these two questions.1. What do you think is your joyful earthly reward in ministry? Why dothey choose this "vocation'? This was asked in the context that toserve sincerely and genuinely in ministry is usually not easy,requiring one to die to self all the time, facing much trials andtesting of our character, frequently judged and misunderstood, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/1637996833388612313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=1637996833388612313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/1637996833388612313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/1637996833388612313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/05/2-questions.html' title='2 questions'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-6613066869488995700</id><published>2007-02-27T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:47:18.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons'/><title type='text'>Bye</title><summary type='text'>Feb 26, 07. We got up at 2.30 am, to get ready to sent Emmanuel to the airport for his 6am flight. Yep, his one month of holiday has come and gone. We had some time to linger..but the inevitable came. I knew it was coming. He is going to be away for at least another year. I will not see his face or feel his existence physically.WE hugged, Nellie hugged him...he took out his boarding pass to show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/6613066869488995700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=6613066869488995700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/6613066869488995700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/6613066869488995700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/02/bye.html' title='Bye'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-6564150989116224352</id><published>2007-02-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:22:56.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons'/><title type='text'>My son is back for one month.</title><summary type='text'>I cut short my trip in the Philippines because my eldest son, emmanuel was going to be back in KL for a month. It has almost been one and a half year since I last saw him. His hair has grown longer - really long.How do I describe my one week with him? Loving him. Have been learning to really talk heart to heart with him - not that it is or has been difficult - just that the desire to really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/6564150989116224352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=6564150989116224352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/6564150989116224352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/6564150989116224352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-son-is-back-for-one-month.html' title='My son is back for one month.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-3404395247124239867</id><published>2007-01-27T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:31:58.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journeys'/><title type='text'>Philippines</title><summary type='text'>Time flies again so quickly. Another month has come and gone. What have we been and done that has made any impact for Jesus and eternity?I had an awesome two weeks meeting and building relationship with part of God’s family in the Philippines. I landed at Clark Airbase in Manila at 11 am. The team from the States would only arrived at Ninoy Airport at 11 pm, so I have 12 hours to spend.I managed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/3404395247124239867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=3404395247124239867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/3404395247124239867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/3404395247124239867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2007/01/philippines.html' title='Philippines'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-116684773430539642</id><published>2006-12-23T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:22:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love changes everything.</title><summary type='text'>In all our trials, He comforts us so that we can comfort others as they go through their trials.In all our woundedness, He heals us so that we can bring that healing to others in their woundedness.All that God does and continue to do in our life and for our life is not about me or us, but it is about His Kingdom. His plan is not primarily about our happiness but about His Kingdom being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/116684773430539642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=116684773430539642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/116684773430539642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/116684773430539642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-changes-everything.html' title='Love changes everything.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-116684601483593942</id><published>2006-12-23T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:53:34.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons for this season.</title><summary type='text'>Last night I took Bill and his sister Angel, Raymond and Edmond and their sister Grace to Church of Praise Johor Baru. There was a Youth Christmas Service with ice-breaker, skits, songs and light refreshments. It was the first for all of them and they were excited to be there. Since I got to know these boys a few weeks back, we have spent much time together at the AG Youth Alive Huge Camp in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/116684601483593942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=116684601483593942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/116684601483593942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/116684601483593942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/12/reasons-for-this-season.html' title='reasons for this season.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-116684294279895606</id><published>2006-12-23T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:02:22.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adious 2006</title><summary type='text'>I am hitting 50 in the next few days. 50 - unlike 40 have not much significance..Ya?But what a year it had been. Never had travelled so much, never had got to know so many wonderful friends in such a short time and built some genuine/authentic relationships and never laugh or cried so much.So as I journeyed towards the end of   49 years of existence/living and the closing the year, I am very glad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/116684294279895606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=116684294279895606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/116684294279895606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/116684294279895606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/12/adious-2006.html' title='Adious 2006'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-116435130346297709</id><published>2006-11-24T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:55:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear friend</title><summary type='text'>Dear friend,We have not seen or heard from each other for more some months. Sorry, I did not inform you where I was going.NOw I see you. YOu seem distant: Afraid for me to see the inside of you.You want to be brave to meet me. YOu are trying to be strong. You have always been strong. YOu manage to smile but your eyes are not meeting mine. I am standing outside, wanting to get in, wanting to share</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/116435130346297709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=116435130346297709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/116435130346297709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/116435130346297709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-friend.html' title='Dear friend'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115930451426201405</id><published>2006-09-27T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T05:01:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of unmasking</title><summary type='text'>On the stage of life, so many have got into their roles so well that they have really forgotton who they really are. In the days of old, the actors  wear masks to signify their roles. They are given specific scripts and have mastered every move in defined ways and directions so as to keep the whole show going, until they leave the stage. Whatever that might be really happening inside their being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115930451426201405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115930451426201405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115930451426201405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115930451426201405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/09/joy-of-unmasking.html' title='Joy of unmasking'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115799741684668769</id><published>2006-09-12T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:56:56.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a song</title><summary type='text'>By Tim Hughes @2003I've had questions...wihout answersI've known sorrow i have known painBut there's one thingThat I'll cling toYou are FaithfulJesus You're TrueChorusWhen Hope is lostI call you SaviourWhen pain surroundsi call You Healerwhen silence fallsYou'll be my songwithin my heartStanza 2In the hour of my sorrowThrough the darkest night of my soulYou surround meand sustain meMy defender </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115799741684668769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115799741684668769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115799741684668769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115799741684668769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-than-song.html' title='More than a song'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115775103327633296</id><published>2006-09-09T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T05:30:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Consecration Prayer</title><summary type='text'>Today, this day..is the day the Lord, You have made for me…and it’s so special to me.  I felt such a sense of your drawing love for me. You have made the way and you have opened the door for me to enter in into this time and season of being magnetized into Your Presence. It’s truly not my doing. You and YOU ALONE  have placed this growing desire within me ”to be Before YOU” in response to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115775103327633296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115775103327633296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115775103327633296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115775103327633296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/09/consecration-prayer.html' title='A Consecration Prayer'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115741358020701150</id><published>2006-09-05T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:46:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to my son, September 05</title><summary type='text'>Good day my son,it's 7,30 am in Malaysia on Tuesday morning. Monday evening in Kansas city.it's another day to work....son,,,,you are His light and you are His salt.Go into the world and be excited to see what Jesus can do in you andthrough you.U r in the world but u r not of this world. U r of another world's system.U represent the kingdom of God.See God at work through your life at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115741358020701150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115741358020701150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115741358020701150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115741358020701150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/09/letter-to-my-son-september-05.html' title='letter to my son, September 05'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115733970215868018</id><published>2006-09-04T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:15:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 years of Friendship</title><summary type='text'>To my Beloved, My Precious One, My Ever Fragrant Princess.Take my daysAnd fill them softlyWith your smiles…Take my nightsAnd warm them gentlyWith your kisses…Take my loveAnd hold it closelyTo your heart…And I will give you All that’s mine To giveYu are many things to me…My friend….my lover…my wifeWhen I needed someoneTo relax with, have fun with,Talk things over with, just to be with…You are my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115733970215868018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115733970215868018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115733970215868018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115733970215868018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/09/26-years-of-friendship.html' title='26 years of Friendship'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115678365460356260</id><published>2006-08-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:47:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters to my son</title><summary type='text'>Dearest Joash,In our search, we found that Joash means God is my strength. The Chinese characters of your name - Yang Leig - actually means gracious strength - or strength from the grace of God. Your brother, Emmanuel [ a reminder of God is with us ] was more than a bundle of energy to handle. So we asked the Lord to grace us with a gentle child imbued with inner strength and steadiness. We have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115678365460356260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115678365460356260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115678365460356260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115678365460356260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/08/letters-to-my-son_29.html' title='letters to my son'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115652559943030944</id><published>2006-08-26T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:06:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters to my son</title><summary type='text'>Dearest emman,Either before or after you were born, we [ mum &amp; me ] prayed that youwill be "RUGGED, HUMOROUS AND GENEROUS."Why rugged?We were very young in the ministry and we were thinking to our selfthat the ministry is tough work and we cannot afford to have a weakand sickly child. God knows how tough and rugged you were. We weredetermined not to teach you fear like threatening you with 'the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115652559943030944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115652559943030944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115652559943030944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115652559943030944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/08/letters-to-my-son_26.html' title='letters to my son'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115647067871952254</id><published>2006-08-25T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:51:18.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost of NOT following Jesus</title><summary type='text'>A lot of times we hear about the cost of following Jesus.Have you ever consider the cost of not following Jesus.I know of many who stay as 'christians' for the only reason that they do not want to end up in hell with the devil where the fire burns and does not consume you, where the worms bites on you and there is still more flesh to devour. It is not verbalised, but you can see it in the way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115647067871952254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115647067871952254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115647067871952254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115647067871952254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/08/cost-of-not-following-jesus.html' title='Cost of NOT following Jesus'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115635807435455712</id><published>2006-08-24T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:34:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters to my son -2</title><summary type='text'>Dearest son,You have often heard me share about the need of authenticity in ourrelationship with our self, with others and with God. Today, whilereading Erwin Mcmanus's " Stand against the Wind', I learned a deeperand more important aspect about authenticity, i.e. integrity. This iswhat he wrote in chapter six...' INTEGRITY is when the heart of God is joined with the heart of man."You can't say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115635807435455712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115635807435455712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115635807435455712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115635807435455712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/08/letters-to-my-son-2_115635807435455712.html' title='letters to my son -2'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115624993040758805</id><published>2006-08-22T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:32:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters to my son</title><summary type='text'>Joash replied one of recent  mails with this...Dad, Everytime I think of our family I cry too. Because I know I am loved here. It's amazing. Dear Jaosh,It thrills my heart to see how you connect " the crying wih theknowing that you are loved". It is a precious and beautiful thing.just got 2 more of Erwin Raphael's books. He is [ at least from hiswriting ] a different breed o Jesus's followers. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115624993040758805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115624993040758805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115624993040758805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115624993040758805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/08/letters-to-my-son.html' title='letters to my son'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115481002519165715</id><published>2006-08-06T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:33:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confident Love in God</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 27 Of David. 1 The LORD is my light and my salvation—       whom shall I fear?        The LORD is the stronghold of my life—       of whom shall I be afraid? 2 When evil men advance against me        to devour my flesh, [a]        when my enemies and my foes attack me,        they will stumble and fall. 3 Though an army besiege me,        my heart will not fear;        though war break out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115481002519165715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115481002519165715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115481002519165715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115481002519165715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/08/confident-love-in-god.html' title='Confident Love in God'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115393056506790307</id><published>2006-07-26T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:16:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will run after YOU</title><summary type='text'>Oh what truth will set me free to Holiness and Happiness?What revelation will liberates me to righteousness and radiance? Where is the key that will unlock the chains of sins and despair:  Releases me to soar into the wings of purity and delight?What Or Who...?Who will love me for who I truly am...in all my brokeness and bending?Will Truth pursue me into her garden of beauty and pleasure?Will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115393056506790307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115393056506790307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115393056506790307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115393056506790307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-will-run-after-you.html' title='I will run after YOU'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115377945036042893</id><published>2006-07-25T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T04:33:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 kinds of loneliness.</title><summary type='text'>Walk in the Spirit and you shall not fulfill the desires of yoiur flesh.Unless a corn of seed fell to the ground and die it shall remain alone. Be willing to die to self and the flesh.Beware that your enemy prowls around like a roaring lion seeking someone to devour.Christ in me the Hope of glory.I am fully satisfied when God is fully glorified.There is great beauty to behold of the bridegroom. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115377945036042893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115377945036042893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115377945036042893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115377945036042893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-kinds-of-loneliness.html' title='2 kinds of loneliness.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115365700810838438</id><published>2006-07-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:16:48.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving servants: The apple of Father's Eye</title><summary type='text'>The Lord is good and HIs mercies are new every morning.Day by day we are rained by His Faithful Care over our lives as we journey from place to place during this weeks of leave from the church. New places and new faces - we are constantly amazed by divine appointments.We are now hosted by Paul and Lydia who are caretakers of a home set up by a Chinese couple who just desires that ' God's servants</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115365700810838438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115365700810838438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115365700810838438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115365700810838438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/serving-servants-apple-of-fathers-eye.html' title='Serving servants: The apple of Father&apos;s Eye'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115361118302926786</id><published>2006-07-23T07:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:33:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsylvania July 15-22</title><summary type='text'>It was so good meeting up with Barbara and her husband, Darryl. They've just been married for over a year and half and they are such a happy, funny and loving couple. They have a nice.cozy little home [ according to American standard ! ]We flew into Pennsylvania via Phoenix, Arizona. They picked us up from Harrisburg airport to their place at Mechanicsburg - a very beautiful  historical city. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115361118302926786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115361118302926786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115361118302926786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115361118302926786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/pennsylvania-july-15-22_23.html' title='Pennsylvania July 15-22'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115361118286133286</id><published>2006-07-23T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:33:02.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsylvania July 15-22</title><summary type='text'>It was so good meeting up with Barbara and her husband, Darryl. They've just been married for over a year and half and they are such a happy, funny and loving couple. They have a nice.cozy little home [ according to American standard ! ]We flew into Pennsylvania via Phoenix, Arizona. They picked us up from Harrisburg airport to their place at Mechanicsburg - a very beautiful  historical city. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115361118286133286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115361118286133286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115361118286133286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115361118286133286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/pennsylvania-july-15-22.html' title='Pennsylvania July 15-22'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115291551071364002</id><published>2006-07-15T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T06:18:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IHOP. Walking on Holy Ground</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow we will be flying to Pennsylvania to meet up with Barbara and hubby Daryll. It will be a good week. Then we will come back again to Kansas City to go for a second round of two weeks at IHOP. International House of  Prayer. They have been running a 24/7 harp and bowl ministry of worship and intercession non-stop  since 1999. WOW. Different people from all places around the world have been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115291551071364002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115291551071364002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115291551071364002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115291551071364002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/ihop-walking-on-holy-ground.html' title='IHOP. Walking on Holy Ground'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115282015009184624</id><published>2006-07-14T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:49:10.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallow me Jesus</title><summary type='text'>I want to see Jesus. It's so difficult to see Jesus.Sometimes I see Him, no I see the work He does in someone's life. Someone called on Jesus. Someone's life touched by Jesus. Someone testifying about Jesus, committing to Jesus, talking Jesus. I rejoice and I weep and I thank Him. But then I weep again because the person stop talking/showing the work/s of Jesus in his or her life. I sigh, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115282015009184624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115282015009184624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115282015009184624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115282015009184624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/swallow-me-jesus.html' title='Swallow me Jesus'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115203570900504769</id><published>2006-07-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:55:09.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The relevancy of the Cross</title><summary type='text'>Last night was another heartfelt conversation in the home of our  host.Somehow the issue of the need of forgiveness never fails to enter into any telling and sharing of "our stories".  The Cross undenialbly becomes the crossroad that determines our freedom from the pain of unforgiveness. I found that the message of the Cross is ever relevant to every wounded heart - that means everybody who is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115203570900504769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115203570900504769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115203570900504769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115203570900504769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/relevancy-of-cross.html' title='The relevancy of the Cross'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115193094291482444</id><published>2006-07-03T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:49:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valued, Digniified, Befriended</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday evening P.Chris and family here at LA invited some family and friends over for BBQ. Got to have quite an interesting conversation with one of the locals. As we warmed up over the sausages, chickens, salmon etc...we managed to talk about our spiritual journey. When I asked him about his spiritual journey he wanted to know if I was asking about his faith affiliation. I replied that it's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115193094291482444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115193094291482444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115193094291482444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115193094291482444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/valued-digniified-befriended.html' title='Valued, Digniified, Befriended'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115181803196413240</id><published>2006-07-02T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:27:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day</title><summary type='text'>We arrived safely in LA. Still getting over the jaglag. Thank you all for praying for us.How do we look at our life and live it everyday, rather than just trying to go through the day?Many people labor boringly on weekdays and look towards the weekend for the break from their 'work'.Why do we only sing " this is the day that the Lord has made" on Sunday and not live it from Monday to Sunday?Can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115181803196413240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115181803196413240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115181803196413240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115181803196413240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-day.html' title='This is the day'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-115070264919858265</id><published>2006-06-19T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:37:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is God a Christian ?</title><summary type='text'>Have been in Singapore since last monday.Just managed to get online.Have to get used to being addressed as 'granduncle' [ kowkung ] by children of my niece and nephew. This is my conversation with my grandnephew - Noah - 6 years old.Me: I am so happy to see you..you know why?Noah: Why?Me: The last time when we met, you are not able to talk yet. Now you can talk and answer me. I am happy that you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/115070264919858265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=115070264919858265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115070264919858265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/115070264919858265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-god-christian.html' title='Is God a Christian ?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114904563420856922</id><published>2006-05-31T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:20:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more hugs and whisper " Gluvm  "</title><summary type='text'>Pakcik, my neighbour is about 77 years old. Most of the time he is alone at home.In our neighbourhood, he has two friends that will take him out for teh tarik. Mr Yau,another elderly Chinese man and myself.For the past month I was outstation and Mr. Yau has gone to Canada for visit. He has not been out of his house for the last two weeks. His legs are not strong so he doesn't go out by himself. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114904563420856922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114904563420856922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114904563420856922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114904563420856922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/05/few-more-hugs-and-whisper-gluvm.html' title='A few more hugs and whisper &quot; Gluvm  &quot;'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114798659542376125</id><published>2006-05-19T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T05:09:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeeming lost time</title><summary type='text'>I have been staying with a friend and his family in Setiawan for more than a week now. He had two fantastic children whom I have grown to love very much. I feel and i think I am family now.We watch 'I am not stupid 2'. Fantastic show. You can laugh so hard and weep quietly in the same sitting.This pastor and I got to know each other way back during the Morris Cerullo Meeting in Singapore in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114798659542376125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114798659542376125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114798659542376125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114798659542376125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/05/redeeming-lost-time.html' title='Redeeming lost time'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114783310314616864</id><published>2006-05-17T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:31:43.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out of the hole together.</title><summary type='text'>May [ Joash's special ] send me an sms.Love and friend are walking in village.Love falls into a hole. WHY? Bcoz love is blind. Friend also jumps inside. WHY? Friend will do anything for Frenship...I wrote in a previous post about "close friends". Friends that are not close and not friends. So who are close friends?When you get into troubles close friends will  also move in with you.i wonder if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114783310314616864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114783310314616864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114783310314616864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114783310314616864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-out-of-hole-together.html' title='Getting out of the hole together.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114775154433290074</id><published>2006-05-16T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:52:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's all I ask.</title><summary type='text'>When I havc family I can feel God. He says.His father disappeared from home when he was about 8 years old. Mother has to go somewhere else to work. So he is left with grandmother and uncle to take care. He felt the love of his grandmother and uncle. When grandmother died he was sad but he shed no tears outwardly. But  he felt the pian inwardly for a long time. He had a good relationship with his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114775154433290074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114775154433290074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114775154433290074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114775154433290074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/05/thats-all-i-ask.html' title='That&apos;s all I ask.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114724918467498660</id><published>2006-05-10T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:19:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close friends??</title><summary type='text'>What is the value/feeling of seeing someone smile; someone who has not been able to do it for one whole year, 12 months, 365 days,...hours?I am hoping and praying that it will be the beginning of many many returns of the sense of joy, the slow elimination and eradication of long term depression and fear, and the beginning of new confidence in life and living.To be able to be part of such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114724918467498660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114724918467498660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114724918467498660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114724918467498660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/05/close-friends.html' title='Close friends??'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114525781383124908</id><published>2006-04-17T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:10:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da,da, da....</title><summary type='text'>After such a long break from blogging I face heaviness trying to post anything at all. Anyway today I decided to just start typing, hoping that it will get the ink or "think" flowing. I am trying to capture some essense of the past 3 weeks.Have you ever come to a place that you begin to doubt about what you know or belief about yourself? But God is good. He sends people along your path - new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114525781383124908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114525781383124908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114525781383124908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114525781383124908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/04/dada-da.html' title='Da,da, da....'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114318901511018329</id><published>2006-03-24T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:30:15.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joash 1</title><summary type='text'>Most mornings I send my younger son, Joash to the station to get his trainride to the office. In the evenings I pick him up. Most of the time we say  little - maybe it's just the start of the day and in the evening after a hard day's work - tired. I  enjoy doing it except if I am really tired/sleepy. He never fails to say thank you after every trip, and I never get tired listening to it. IN fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114318901511018329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114318901511018329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114318901511018329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114318901511018329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/03/joash-1.html' title='Joash 1'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114309678424991669</id><published>2006-03-23T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:53:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitational life 4</title><summary type='text'>Where do you stay? John's disciples asked.Come and see. Jesus answered. John 1: 39"Zaccheus come down from the tree, I am coming to your house for tea."Jesus lived an invitational life.The Christian and Community of Jesus must have windows for others to "peep inside' and doors for them to walk in to learn of our friendship with Jesus.Evangelism is not primarily about prepositional truth about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114309678424991669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114309678424991669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114309678424991669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114309678424991669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/03/invitational-life-4.html' title='Invitational life 4'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114165254351666210</id><published>2006-03-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:42:23.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name it, claim it?</title><summary type='text'>As Chris dialogue with me, I found the word to describe my "unease" or "disease".It's called dying. Ah.......Dying. Wow.....relief...erh.Still I think, I felt better.If you hear sounds at the back of your kitchen while getting a drink at midnight, you want to know what exactly it is. Is it a cat, a mouse or a ......thief???With much precaution you determine to find out the source of that sound. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114165254351666210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114165254351666210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114165254351666210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114165254351666210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/03/name-it-claim-it.html' title='Name it, claim it?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114128427884951109</id><published>2006-03-02T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:24:38.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than songs - the heart of worship</title><summary type='text'>From style to substanceFrom shallowness to brokenessFrom music of the soul to the mosaic of our heartsFrom songs of our lips to the cry of our spirits."I bring You more than  a songFor a song in itselfIs not what You've required.You search much deeper withinthrough the way things appearYou're looking into my heart" -The heart of worship - M.RSomething beautiful,Something good.All my confusion,He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114128427884951109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114128427884951109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114128427884951109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114128427884951109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-than-songs-heart-of-worship.html' title='More than songs - the heart of worship'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114128320220931842</id><published>2006-03-02T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:06:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Song &amp; Prayer</title><summary type='text'>This morning we held hands at the breakfast table.We sang but it was more than a song, it was our prayer.Here I am waiting, Abide in me I pray.Here I am longing for You. [ Lord we need Your Presence ]Hide me in Your love. [ Nothing is more secured than Your Love ]Bring me to my knees. [ What a picture of  being vanquished, the posture of surrender, the folly to fight anymore ]May I know Jesus, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114128320220931842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114128320220931842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114128320220931842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114128320220931842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/03/morning-song-prayer.html' title='Morning Song &amp; Prayer'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-114050190746286389</id><published>2006-02-21T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:17:17.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my beloved</title><summary type='text'>May nothing comes between us;Our communion and oneness.Sadness and sorrow, thoughts unshared,heart's rhythms unsung.Poorer, lesser, not richer or moreMy joys, my surprises, my hope..all to myselfUnfinished lyrics and staggered rhymesbroken dreams, uncertain dreams,dreamless future, fearful tomorrows;You listenwith smile in your eyes;the touch of your hands holding mineMy beloved,I can face </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/114050190746286389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=114050190746286389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114050190746286389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/114050190746286389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-my-beloved.html' title='To my beloved'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113947177058685098</id><published>2006-02-09T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:25:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So few lovers and healers.</title><summary type='text'>Is the desire and the delight to forgive and to love often birthed from our desperation to be forgiven and be loved?Are you in love with Jesus? Do you know the incarnate God? In our world of loneliness and despair, there is an enormous need for men and women who know the heart of God, a heart that forgives, that cares, that reaches out and wants to heal.—Henri NouwenA Classic from Keith GreenOh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113947177058685098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113947177058685098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113947177058685098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113947177058685098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-few-lovers-and-healers.html' title='So few lovers and healers.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113894371344352365</id><published>2006-02-03T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:15:13.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide or Sacrifice</title><summary type='text'>"So many times I think of jumping off the building" - he said.Why do people think about suicide?1. They feel there's no one and nothing to live for.2. A great sense of aloneness - detached - unconnected.3. An un-understood pain.4. Want people to know their pain.5. No roads out of their predicament."But I am scared" - he continued.What are people afraid of?Why people don't carry out the suicide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113894371344352365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113894371344352365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113894371344352365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113894371344352365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/02/suicide-or-sacrifice.html' title='Suicide or Sacrifice'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113841827236752648</id><published>2006-01-28T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:17:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you afraid to be naked?</title><summary type='text'>His mother instructed me about administrating the medication:if he cramps - take this; if he can't sleep take that; don't let him hold the medication; make sure this and make sure that. So JR is with me during the Chinese New Year as his family visits outstation. The last time he stayed with me was about 10 years ago. He has been in and out of psychiatric wards and other homes.JR says very little</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113841827236752648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113841827236752648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113841827236752648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113841827236752648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-afraid-to-be-naked.html' title='Are you afraid to be naked?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113807367599898307</id><published>2006-01-24T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:34:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Reflections.</title><summary type='text'>Invitational life 3Time waits for no man - it keeps passing us whether we are aware of its value or not. Like money, it can be a fantastic servant or a cruel master.Whatever we do with our days, the winter seasons of our age will show our investments in time or vice-versa. Have I been a part of a fruitful Vine or a tired withered branch.Unless we live life intentionally with the  matter of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113807367599898307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113807367599898307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113807367599898307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113807367599898307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-reflections.html' title='Random Reflections.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113713655360316013</id><published>2006-01-13T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:15:53.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empowered by love</title><summary type='text'>Theme 2006: Empowered for the nationsAs a community of God, FCC will seek to understand, experience and embody the love of God, believing that God's love is the most powerful force of transformation - individual, community and the world at large.In  a postmodern age, people who are hungry for true spirituality are turning away fromorganised religion" that has lost its relevancy to real problems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113713655360316013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113713655360316013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113713655360316013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113713655360316013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/01/empowered-by-love.html' title='Empowered by love'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113680635337915435</id><published>2006-01-09T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:32:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the CrossLove....Betrayed, Denied, Abandoned, Whipped, Beaten, Thorned, Nailed, Hung, Naked, Bleeding, Exposed.....Life Grasping... for the breath of life...Alone on the Cross.The cry of abandonment...."Father, Father why has  Thou forsaken me"At the foot of the CrossA grieving mother and a beloved disciple...The eyes, the hands..reaching towards the battered body..Could not lift the agony..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113680635337915435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113680635337915435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113680635337915435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113680635337915435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-cross-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113637381090501596</id><published>2006-01-04T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:23:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Catching ups.</title><summary type='text'>On sunday night, was hanging out with 3 other senior FCC couples [ above 50 and going there ]. Had dinner together, coffee n chocolate and then capping it with a Midnite show of Narnia. What a new happening for 2006 - should do that more often!Monday walkathon at FRIM [ Forest Research Institute Malaysia ] was refreshing to see all 3 congregations represented. Some went on to football and "touch"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113637381090501596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113637381090501596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113637381090501596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113637381090501596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-catching-ups.html' title='Random Catching ups.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113603620334666625</id><published>2005-12-31T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:36:43.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I first met A - he was really skinny and not too clean - years of drug consumption. Relationship with family was really bad. He finally stayed in my house, came to the church's office with me, attended services - and got clean for some time. Then it was in and out of rehab centers. There was a time we met at a condo's poolside and he was being baptized. I can still remember he was "well fed"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113603620334666625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113603620334666625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113603620334666625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113603620334666625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-i-first-met-he-was-really-skinny.html' title=''/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113591876701863690</id><published>2005-12-30T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:59:27.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Christmas, post youth camp</title><summary type='text'>After the rush of the morning christmas service and a good nap, manage to have a quite homely dinner with family and few friends. That's what I like. Nice!Have just returned from 4 days of FCC Youth Camp at Kampung Jeram Besu near to Jerantut, Pahang. Pastor Alpha &amp; Adeline were our camp speakers. Inspite of monkey and mosquitoes bites, scorpion and strange crawlies, the youth were greatly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113591876701863690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113591876701863690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113591876701863690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113591876701863690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-christmas-post-youth-camp.html' title='Post Christmas, post youth camp'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113540202813430510</id><published>2005-12-24T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:02:19.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Prayer</title><summary type='text'>My Prayer for this Christmas.I pray no one will be alone and if they are not alone, they will not be lonely.Lord send them a friend like You.I pray that everyone will know they have at least a friend who love and care for them.Lord send them a friend like You.I pray for those who are far from home and family to find a home among God's family.Lord reveal Yourself among them.I pray for those who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113540202813430510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113540202813430510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113540202813430510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113540202813430510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-prayer.html' title='Christmas Prayer'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113504924795719175</id><published>2005-12-20T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:27:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Hand on my shoulder?</title><summary type='text'>I really don't know how to say it. I try so hard to hold it down.The final song was just too much for me. I really tried to control my sobbing, hoping for someone standing near by to put their arms around me and weep with me."Many hearts are hungry tonite.  Many trapped in darkness, yearn for the light,So many who are far from home, And many who are lost,Lord your wounded children needThe Power </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113504924795719175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113504924795719175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113504924795719175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113504924795719175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/his-hand-on-my-shoulder.html' title='His Hand on my shoulder?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113470262149360547</id><published>2005-12-16T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:10:21.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to practise Jesus?</title><summary type='text'>Will be conducting another wedding this Saturday. 99 % of weddings that I have conducted or attended are memorably beautiful; but I can't say that for marriages of those weddings.It is wonderful to see couples that came through years of thick and thin, the ups and downs together, holding hands and exchanging glances at one another during weddings. Some couples stay away from weddings for just any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113470262149360547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113470262149360547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113470262149360547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113470262149360547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-to-practise-jesus.html' title='Where to practise Jesus?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113464605791795543</id><published>2005-12-15T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:27:37.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love poured out</title><summary type='text'>These two brothers lost their mother and an unborn brother in a car accident when they were 2 and 3. Now they are 8 and 9. For the past 6 years, Joshua worked with their father and had stayed with them. In a couple of days time, Joshua will be getting married and they are the page boys. Their faces shone shyly as we practised the bridal entry in today's rehearsal.Something strange and wonderful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113464605791795543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113464605791795543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113464605791795543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113464605791795543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-poured-out.html' title='A love poured out'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113454755262595497</id><published>2005-12-14T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:05:52.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily crying together?</title><summary type='text'>I sensed there was something wrong when I asked if she had eaten her lunch. I sat her down  at the church pew to ask what was wrong. I felt her sadness as she told me of a misunderstanding with her best friend who walked in later. I realised that both were hurting and crying - now not because of the misunderstanding but because of the "broken fellowship" since that morning. Both felt the pain of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113454755262595497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113454755262595497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113454755262595497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113454755262595497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/happily-crying-together.html' title='Happily crying together?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113444356072755718</id><published>2005-12-13T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:12:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Known or evaluated?</title><summary type='text'>Do you desire to be known or evaluated?You are evaluated by your achievements, but you are known by who you are.Which gives you a greater satisfaction/joy? How lasting are they?Our achievements indicates a part of us but not everything of us.Most people hangs their identity/worth on their achievements. When they are well praised they feel worthy, admired, adored, esteemed etc. But what happens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113444356072755718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113444356072755718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113444356072755718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113444356072755718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/known-or-evaluated.html' title='Known or evaluated?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113394737859066827</id><published>2005-12-07T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:22:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Did God ask you to come?"</title><summary type='text'>He has been taking his [ good, more expensive ] medication properly since his release from the hospital. I have never consider him to be a "mentally ill" person. I have known him since his teens.Parents were divorced and he was trying to find his place in an adult world. When he knew Christ, he was on fire for God. He's caring especially towards the elderly. Not a selfish person, always wanting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113394737859066827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113394737859066827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113394737859066827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113394737859066827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/did-god-ask-you-to-come.html' title='&quot;Did God ask you to come?&quot;'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113384414775112482</id><published>2005-12-06T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:42:27.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How big is God's Love?</title><summary type='text'>How much does God loves us? He loves us until it hurts. It cost Him to give up His Only Son.  Did He not feel the pain of His Son as Jesus was beaten, slapped, punch, spat at...nails that hung him on the cross and He could do nothing to ease that pain. Not being able to ease the pain, when you have the power to equates more to cruelty doesn't it? Yet that is the pain God had to bear, to be judged</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113384414775112482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113384414775112482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113384414775112482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113384414775112482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-big-is-gods-love.html' title='How big is God&apos;s Love?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113342680860788634</id><published>2005-12-01T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:46:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do humans have fear when we love?</title><summary type='text'>1 John 4:18-19-states a few things:-There is no fear in love.Perfect love cast out fear. Fear involves torment.He who fears has not been made perfect in love.We love Him because He first love us.Life seems to tell me otherwise:There seems to be fear in love. When one choose to love, there is the fear: the fear of rejection.When one choose not to love [ to feel and sympathize and care for another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113342680860788634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113342680860788634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113342680860788634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113342680860788634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-do-humans-have-fear-when-we-love.html' title='Why do humans have fear when we love?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113340886760480251</id><published>2005-12-01T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:47:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living invitational lives 2</title><summary type='text'>Jesus lived an invitational life because He has good news - He Is good news - He is the Gospel. The Gospel is His Story "of God came down, of Love came down, of heaven came down [ and glory floods my soul], "Today we live invitational lives because we also have good news -The Good News in us - what He has effected  and is effecting in my life. You and I have a story to tell. The Gospel is more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113340886760480251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113340886760480251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113340886760480251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113340886760480251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/12/living-invitational-lives-2.html' title='Living invitational lives 2'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113334582812688751</id><published>2005-11-30T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:32:56.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living invitational lives</title><summary type='text'>I borrowed "invitational lives" from Sherman Kwek.In the context of urban, city life it is counter culture to live an invitational life, but we are also going to reap a sweet return of simple joy and fulfillment against the tide and ugly consequences of materialism and consumerism.1. Jesus lived an 'invitational life". He invited the seekers to "Come and See" - John 1:39 when asked "where are you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113334582812688751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113334582812688751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113334582812688751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113334582812688751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/11/living-invitational-lives.html' title='Living invitational lives'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113325407657212219</id><published>2005-11-29T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:47:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To know and be knownTo love and be loved - Can there be a greater joy?The journey....A quivering Fear,A fearful courage,A courageous trust,A trusting vulnerability,A vulnerable JOY.Heb 12:2 - Looking to Jesus, the author and the finisher of our faith, who for the JOY that was set before Him, endured the cross, despising the shame....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113325407657212219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113325407657212219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113325407657212219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113325407657212219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-know-and-be-known-to-love-and-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113264512304996150</id><published>2005-11-22T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:38:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Catching ups.</title><summary type='text'>I have not been posting for the past 10 days. Wonder why? Have been reading other blogs.Quite a lot of human interaction.1. Brunch with Ps.Alpha. Introduced him to the "pan mee [ no longer ]under the tree".2. 4 car loads and I took a ride with Norman to go down to Segamat for Jamie's wedding. She's now Mrs. Ong Lai Sing. God bless them greatly. On the way back, pick up a 6 kg. fish from Dengkil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113264512304996150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113264512304996150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113264512304996150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113264512304996150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-catching-ups.html' title='Random Catching ups.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113161113583735275</id><published>2005-11-10T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:25:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas all life through.</title><summary type='text'>It was 4 days later that I managed to get her a devotional book about "Peace". She met me with such great enthusiaism. Few days later she was smiling broadly as I passed her a CD and another devotional book. I managed also to get her Indonesian tempe. She was delighted. To see a widow smile - Wow.God has given me the privilege to see more people smiling, being happy, knowing that they are loved, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113161113583735275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113161113583735275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113161113583735275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113161113583735275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-all-life-through.html' title='Christmas all life through.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-113039489043873442</id><published>2005-10-27T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:34:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A widow at 13. Do you weep ?</title><summary type='text'>Today I was weeping for someone who lost her husband when she was just 13 yrs. old, 6 months after her marriage. Her husband fell and died while building a house and at 28 she still misses him - that's the reason she never remarried. W is a foreign worker in KL and according to her story, she is not very well treated. Her boss cuts her pay when the utilities bill is above the usual and she does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/113039489043873442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=113039489043873442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113039489043873442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/113039489043873442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/10/widow-at-13-do-you-weep.html' title='A widow at 13. Do you weep ?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112995657853746584</id><published>2005-10-22T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T12:49:38.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'' smile when He smiles.</title><summary type='text'>No matter how spiritual we are, I think no one is never 'moved" by others comments about themself. When the comments are bad and negative...we do feel lousy...and we have to walk, ride, fly over them or even eat over them [ like munching on chocolates and Mr. Potatoes ].But I also feel uncomfortable when nice comments are made about me. It's nice to hear it, but  I also feel uneasy - May be there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112995657853746584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112995657853746584' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112995657853746584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112995657853746584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-smile-when-he-smiles.html' title='I&apos;&apos; smile when He smiles.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112857450271139843</id><published>2005-10-06T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:22:58.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first resident at Mercy Home</title><summary type='text'>About 2 weeks ago she gave up her job just after 3 weeks there. When I saw her, she had been on a drinking stupor for 3 solid days - a pattern of behaviour since her marriage breakup. She was shaking/shivering, dark rings around her lifeless eyes, which she turn away when I walked into the "house". It was no point talking anything in any way. Just knew that I had to get her away from the 'dark </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112857450271139843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112857450271139843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112857450271139843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112857450271139843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-first-resident-at-mercy-home.html' title='Our first resident at Mercy Home'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112815296311995473</id><published>2005-10-01T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T15:49:23.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance, Disillusionment, JOY</title><summary type='text'>These are the words to describe a relationship journey. I first heard them at a UME - United Marriage Encounter Weekend. By the way, if you have not gone before, you must [ provided you are already married for at least a year ]. Reminded of it last week when the church celebrated some wedding anniversaries.In different relationships, many people just give up at the middle stage - disillusioned - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112815296311995473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112815296311995473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112815296311995473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112815296311995473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/10/romance-disillusionment-joy.html' title='Romance, Disillusionment, JOY'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112798375840762374</id><published>2005-09-29T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:49:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Informations to transformation</title><summary type='text'>Have you reflected how much change has happened in your life this year that made a difference in the Kingdom of God?Have those changes advanced or retreat the cause of Jesus Christ to touch and transformed human lives? Have we brought anyone nearer to the kingdom of God? Have we walk with anyone into the Kingdom of God?The church in general used to talked about evangelism in terms of witnessing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112798375840762374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112798375840762374' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112798375840762374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112798375840762374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/09/informations-to-transformation.html' title='Informations to transformation'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112788705567897406</id><published>2005-09-28T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:57:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCC Mercy Home</title><summary type='text'>Found and rented a double-storey end-lot to start our mercy home. Got it cleaned and painted. There are stuff you can give towards the furnishing of this home- Refrigerator, stove, tv, double deckers, dining table, sofas  etc.The pastors went there to pray yesterday.Home: Do you have a house to stay and a home to go back to? Many have houses to go back to, but not homes.Everyone should have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112788705567897406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112788705567897406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112788705567897406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112788705567897406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/09/fcc-mercy-home.html' title='FCC Mercy Home'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112555182996954368</id><published>2005-09-01T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:17:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Reports</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday the church prayed for Jonathan Scully as he goes to England to finish his studies. We also had our last Solemn Assembly for the month of August. Praying that the Spirit of Prayer and Intercession will go on.I joined the Seremban folks for their picnic cum water baptism at Port Dickson on Wednesday. It was really awesome. We were praising and worshipping and testifying openly at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112555182996954368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112555182996954368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112555182996954368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112555182996954368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-reports.html' title='Random Reports'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112494289774769998</id><published>2005-08-25T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:08:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord.</title><summary type='text'>I spent last Thursday and Friday with Khim [ the brother who went with me to SOL ] and his family at Kluang, JohorBharu. It was a wonderful feeling of being welcome like a long lost relative. Daniel, Khim's eldest son has grown to be a responsible. mature teenager and I got him to sing for me " Angel brought me here" which he was giving as a special at a wedding dinner. He has a very pleasant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112494289774769998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112494289774769998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112494289774769998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112494289774769998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/08/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112427957731558672</id><published>2005-08-17T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:52:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy to the World</title><summary type='text'>For the past two Sundays, about 50-60%% of the morning congregation stayed backfrom 1-2 pm to observe the solemn assembly - a time of fasting, worship, prayer and intercession for the church and the nations. I believe many Christians are also praying hard for the haze to go away. It is really great and wonderful how the wind blew and the rain came to clean the air after the paper has reported </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112427957731558672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112427957731558672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112427957731558672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112427957731558672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/08/joy-to-world.html' title='Joy to the World'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112305952637523893</id><published>2005-08-03T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:58:46.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solemn Assembly for FCC</title><summary type='text'>FCC Calling for a Solemn Asembly. 2 Chron 20:Usually a solemn assembly is summoned when there is a present or possible national crisis.WE are calling for a solemn assembly to cover our nation and to bring renewal and breakthroughs into our individual lives, marriages, families, church, community and our nation. Young and old, children and adults, married or singles are rallied together to seek </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112305952637523893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112305952637523893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112305952637523893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112305952637523893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/08/solemn-assembly-for-fcc.html' title='Solemn Assembly for FCC'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112296195560019045</id><published>2005-08-02T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:52:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together again as a family.</title><summary type='text'>The primary reason of going to SOL [ Station of Life, Lahad datu: a 3 weeks spiritual advance ] was really for a dear brother who recently came back to the Lord after a long wilderness detour. For almost 10 years he had been wondering  and being absent from the family. He had loved Jesus before and I know that he wanted to follow Jesus again. The SOL was like a spiritual DRP - detoxification and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112296195560019045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112296195560019045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112296195560019045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112296195560019045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/08/together-again-as-family.html' title='Together again as a family.'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112235320763830198</id><published>2005-07-26T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:46:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Station of Life</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I have not been posting as I have been away in Lahat Datu, Sabah, East Malaysia for 3 weeks at the Station of Life. It was a wonderful break for me. Time was spent absorbing truths and revelations from seasoned men and women of God who has fought with lions and bears. They were not just preaching sermons or teaching subjects. Their message was their life with God - God's dealings in their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112235320763830198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112235320763830198' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112235320763830198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112235320763830198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-from-station-of-life.html' title='Back from the Station of Life'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-112001928969490233</id><published>2005-06-29T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:28:11.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the use of crying?</title><summary type='text'>Some people have cried a lot and they know little or no joy in life. Most people laugh a little and cry a little and the rest of life is just ordinary or mundane and boring. Some of those who have cried a lot have also learnt not to cry anymore [ although they could still be crying inside]. Neither can they really laugh or their laughter seems hollow. They have learnt to be tough on the inside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/112001928969490233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=112001928969490233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112001928969490233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/112001928969490233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-use-of-crying.html' title='What&apos;s the use of crying?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-111942557085046548</id><published>2005-06-22T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:32:50.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I b4 how are u?</title><summary type='text'>I think more and more of the people at FCC church are being set free to share more honestly with one another. That's wonderful. Deep within each of us is the cry to be known and loved. I realised that the way for that cry to be heard is first of all for us to be honest with ourself. How am I today? Do I take ownership of my brokeness and my belovedness in the safe presence of the Lover of my soul</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/111942557085046548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=111942557085046548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/111942557085046548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/111942557085046548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-am-i-b4-how-are-u.html' title='How am I b4 how are u?'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9816744.post-111864507882677593</id><published>2005-06-13T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:44:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Experience: Bible &amp; Cigarettes</title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday, I had a new experience of talking about Jesus with some new friends. The new experience was more for me as I sat with my new friends who were asking me question on spirituality as they continue to puff their cigarettes. The Bible and cigarette packs were lying side by side on the table. I felt strangely comfortable and happy in that enviroment,  as I respond to their queries on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/feeds/111864507882677593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9816744&amp;postID=111864507882677593' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/111864507882677593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9816744/posts/default/111864507882677593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgig.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-experience-bible-cigarettes.html' title='A new Experience: Bible &amp; Cigarettes'/><author><name>Luke Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659669006591264628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
