From my friends blog "Are you Committed? ...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

"Are you Committed? ...

...I hope not, because i have a major crush on you ...." Was a question directly posed through a personal orkut message to my dear friend . He's a tall, handsome guy. If looks can kill, he's the one...

I was all ears, to know how he responded. Here's his reply.

"Yes. I am commited to Jesus Christ.Why? Because he stuck with me and saw me through my worst days. When my parents couldn't understand what I went through. Nor my friends. The fears, the anxieties that I went through; he saw me through it all. He has invested so much in me . I am what I am because of his Grace.

The Bible says in Jer 29:11, that God has a plan for me, plan to prosper me and give me a future.

He created me. He knows me inside out .
He knows the best person for me.
When the time is right, he will let me know that person too.

Do u know him?
Do u know, what his plan is for ur life ?

If not get to know him.
He will be the Best Friend, u will ever have.
He will take u places, u have never been.

Crushes come crushes Go.
God remains the same.
I will change. But God won't.
He knows you, better than what you understand of urself [:)]

This is what i believe"

Disclaimer: The above have been the exact response given to/by my friend, published in his knowledge, under my request, as I believe you should read it. :) . Except for few punctuations, no other changes have been made.

3 comments:

XXXX said ...

Beul.. Title gave a gr8 buildup.. nenachen..ippadi ethavathu than irrukum'nu Hmmm ;)

November 23, 2008 11:55 AM

XXXXXXX said...

Whoa!!! Looks and great attitude...He should be any Girl's best bet....

December 1, 2008 7:34 AM

XXXXX said...

Ummm....thought this post wud have been flooded with requests from gals asking to meet this perfect man, hee hee!

Do tell your friend people like Him are rare and much prized by our Lord....He's gotta tough but amazingly praise-worthy life waiting!

December 24, 2008 9:10 PM

A testimony of a person i know ;)

From: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Sent: Wednesday, November 22, 2006 3:19 PM
Subject: Rock@Infy

Hi brothers and sisters in Christ

The stay in Mysore was really awesome and fruitful in which God taught me lot of things.

I came to Mysore all dried up and with a longing which only God could have filled .My soul was thirsting for something to support me in the struggles that I went through. God gave me the right persons to hangout with .Who helped me in those situations who spoke the right words that helped me and gave me the assurance that God was in Control of my life.

I thank all u all who prayed with me and taught me to live under his will and under his mighty arms and helped me find the security under his wings in the Storms of my life. I am really grateful to all the people who fought with me by taking me as my a brother and taking my burden as their’s and helped me through the toughest part of my life.

I’m grateful to all who made me Grow in the Lord. I Thank God for bringing me here all broken so that I could feel his presence through all you people. Lot of things happened here. I will surely miss the fellowship with all my heart. It’s not easy to leave family and go. All of u are my brothers and sisters and everything was so great here. Wish I could stay here with u ppl and face the various challenges that lie ahead with u as one body.

Please do continue this awesome work of God. Encouraging one and another and walking with God. So the lost will be found.

Let us all persevere brothers that God would take Rock@infy from one Level to another. So that let the ppl know that Jesus is Alive.

Please make sure that the room prayers continue and blossom. All the needs of people cannot be met in the fellowship meetings Room prayers will help people grow more in the lord and feel each others burden as a family.

Let people from every nook and corner of Infosys get down on their knees and worship the Lord Almighty.

Please pray for me also. That I may be a good vessel for Christ that God may bless me for me to a Blessing to others. That God's will in my life be fulfilled and that I will make the right choices according to HIS will. I believe that God has a big purpose for me back in Chennai.

Thank you for everything.

Thank God for his mercy and Grace.

Praise the Lord in everything and for everything.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

Rock@infy
P O W E R E D B Y J E S U S C H R I S T
D R I V E N B Y H O L Y G H O S T

:-)

"A Woman's heart should be so lost in God that a man needs to seek Him in order to find her." ~Unknown

Matthew 6:33 (NIV), “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well”.

Amplified puts it, “But seek (aim at and strive after) first of all His kingdom and His righteousness (His way of doing and being right), and then all these things taken together will be given you besides.”

the day dreamers Quotes

Sometimes God teaches things the tough way i learned to Trust God the hard way and found that my best way through a situation is Gods way it just wouldn't work any other way
Ferdi

An old one

Hope each day will be a great day

Hope each day will be a great day

Hope each day will fulfill the desire for

Hope each day will fulfill the desires of my heart

Hope the only thing that i bank on escaping from reality

Hoping that things will solve itself and rescue me

But the situation that i am in looks grave and hopeless

No hope and feel so useless people taking advantage of my naivety

I don’t know the trivial or the complex stuff have no one to blame

But myself selfish and lazy bringing stuff onto myself

Can’t go on anymore feeling so hopeless

But in the corner of the heart there is a small ray of hope

That tomorrow will be a better day

I will live in the same carefree way

My father would take care of me anyway

And i will chase all my worries away

Till that day comes

Hope is all I’ve got

Life is not as it ought

Clumsy as it is

Hope -lessens as day go by

I only have my father to look up to

The big guy who knows me inside out

Hope that HE will take care of me

Hope that HE will rescue me

Hope that HE will teach me to love him back

Hope that HE will fight for me

Hope HE will drive away all my hopeless thoughts and feelings

This is one of my favorite poems that got my attention sometime ago from a sermon by Ravi Zacharias. I like the way the person (An unknown student from Wheaton College) has put forth his inner most lonliness in words. Some people might not know this but for some it may be the way of life...

Out in the cold I stand,
Looking on at the world sitting tight,
With its people in their nice little worlds,
And the friends who don’t even know me.
It really makes no difference to their world where I am.
If I'm there, it keeps going.
If I’m not, it goes on.
While I walk around, wandering, wondering,
My mind a mass of mixed-up machinery,
Clashing with conflicts and unanswered questions.
I don’t ask the world if it is real-
It sits up there on its foundations,
Secure, concrete, hard, stone and real.
But maybe I’m not real
Or if I am, maybe I shouldn’t be.
They answer, ‘Smile, God loves you’,
But I can’t smile.
I’m numbed by cold inside and out.
Even the heat in the square brick buildings
Would only warm my body, nothing else.
I’m alone in a world full of people,
Apart, shut up inside myself,
Cold, unfeeling, in a cold unfeeling world.

- Unknown student @ Wheaton College.

The Present Crisis

The Present Crisis

WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast
Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,
And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb
To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime
Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.	5
Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe,
When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro;
At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start,
Nation wildly looks at nation, standing with mute lips apart,
And glad Truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beneath the Future's heart.	10
So the Evil's triumph sendeth, with a terror and a chill,
Under continent to continent, the sense of coming ill,
And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels his sympathies with God
In hot tear-drops ebbing earthward, to be drunk up by the sod,
Till a corpse crawls round unburied, delving in the nobler clod.	15
For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along,
Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong;
Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame
Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame;—
In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.	20
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right,
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.	25
Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand,
Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land?
Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong,
And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her throng
Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield her from all wrong.	30
Backward look across the ages and the beacon-moments see,
That, like peaks of some sunk continent, jut through Oblivion's sea;
Not an ear in court or market for the low, foreboding cry
Of those Crises, God's stern winnowers, from whose feet earth's chaff must fly;
Never shows the choice momentous till the judgment hath passed by.	35
Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record
One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word;
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne,—
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.	40
We see dimly in the Present what is small and what is great,
Slow of faith how weak an arm may turn the iron helm of fate,
But the soul is still oracular; amid the market's din,
List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave within,—
"They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin."	45
Slavery, the earth-born Cyclops, fellest of the giant brood,
Sons of brutish Force and Darkness, who have drenched the earth with blood,
Famished in his self-made desert, blinded by our purer day,
Gropes in yet unblasted regions for his miserable prey;—
Shall we guide his gory fingers where our helpless children play?	50
Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside,
Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified,
And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.	55
Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes,—they were souls that stood alone,
While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious stone,
Stood serene, and down the future saw the golden beam incline
To the side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith divine,
By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's supreme design.	60
By the light of burning heretics Christ's bleeding feet I track,
Toiling up new Calvaries ever with the cross that turns not back,
And these mounts of anguish number how each generation learned
One new word of that grand Credo which in prophet-hearts hath burned
Since the first man stood God-conquered with his face to heaven upturned.	65
For Humanity sweeps onward: where to-day the martyr stands,
On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands;
Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn,
While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return
To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.	70
'T is as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves
Of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers' graves,
Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime;—
Was the Mayflower launched by cowards, steered by men behind their time?
Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that made Plymouth Rock sublime?	75
They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts,
Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's;
But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free,
Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender spirits flee
The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them across the sea.	80
They have rights who dare maintain them; we are traitors to our sires,
Smothering in their holy ashes Freedom's new-lit altar-fires;
Shall we make their creed our jailer? Shall we, in our haste to slay,
From the tombs of the old prophets steal the funeral lamps away
To light up the martyr-fagots round the prophets of to-day?	85
New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth;
They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth;
Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves must Pilgrims be,
Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea,
Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.	90