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January 11 2006, …..on this day, a fine afternoon under the bright shinny day, I walked towards the open space car park(along Jalan Tun Razak, KL)  to get my car to drive to meet up with one of my clients for sales presentation. It was close to 12:50pm when I entered into the car park. I noticed there is a motorcyclist also entering into the car park, but with not much suspicious, thinking that he may be one of the construction workers as there were building construction on both the left and right side of the car park. Of the fact my life was actually in danger….

 

The culprit make a 2 rounds turn (perhaps to make sure that it is alright for him to proceed  with his action) before stopping his bike about less than 100m away from me. I was walking towards my car (about 50m away) with my left hand carrying my bag and right hand with a laptop.(the nature of my job would requires me to travel with laptop and LCD projector at times for presentation to my clients).  Dressed in a decent manner (long sleeves blouse and jeans, white mirror helmet), the culprit came down from his bike (with the engine still on), walking very fast towards me and shouting “Hello! Hello!”  I noted something is wrong and began to run, but, with my hills shoe and heavy laptop, I can’t afford to run fast. All I knew was that he manage to pull my laptop (though I did put a short struggle with him..), I realized I have to let go. The minute I let go, I shouted for help! The next second, he pulled out a long shiny knife or parang (at least 35 cm long) trying to attack me…oh God….I turn away from him and RUNN……..before I realized, I kicked on something and fell forward with my face facing the ground. That very crucial moment I should say….I knew I have no more energy to get up and continue with my run…..his ‘parang’ may be stabbing my back side at any time. Thank God, before I fell down, the Lord has granted me the wisdom to throw away my hand bag, which could have shift his attention to get my handbag instead of coming to me. My initial shout for help has actually caught the attention of a lady who just came down from her car and she too, shouted for help for me which eventually caught the attention of the surrounding construction workers who were on the 2^nd & 3^rd storey building The workers also shouted very fiercely at the culprit. They intended to help me, but they need time to get down from the high building. Perhaps several of this factors has shift his focus from attacking me…oh thank you heavenly Father. I dare not to wake up until I heard that his bike has actually sped out from the car park.

 

The lady who is also my witness cried out when she ran towards me, thinking that I could have been slashed by the culprit, even the construction workers all so worried looking at me when I got up from my falling position with bruises all around my body except for my face though my face would have suffered from cuts or bruises as my face was facing the ground when I fell down.  According to the lady witness, the parang was so near behind me, should I have not fall forward, I would definitely have been stabbed by the parang. Heavenly Father, thank you so much for saving my life…I knew that at the very crucial moment, even my beloved mum could not save me, but you Lord, who has send your angels to protect me. I may suffered from injuries, yet it’s a blessing in disguise.

For the next few weeks, I have an unbearable pain on my right hand starting from the arm with deep cut and bruises all over and the same to both my kneecap.  

Todate, that little small scar on my right elbow will always remind me. The Lord has save my life, I am just like risen from a death……

Glory be to Jesus!     

 

 

 

 

By Pei Pei@Fiona

A lovely story with a lovely prayer.
>
> Isaiah 65:24
> This story was written by a doctor who worked in
> South
> Africa ..
>
> One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the
> labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she
> died
> leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying
> two-year-old daughter.   We would have difficulty
> keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we
> had
> no electricity to run an incubator).
>
> We also had no special feeding facilities. Although
> we
> lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with
> treacherous drafts.   One student midwife went for
> the
> box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that
> the baby would be wrapped in.
>
> Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot
> water
> bottle.  She came back shortly in distress to tell
> me
> that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber
> perishes easily in tropical climates). "And it is
> our
> last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.   As in the
> West, it is no good crying over spilled milk so in
> Central Africa it might be considered no good crying
> over burst water bottles.   They do not grow on
> trees,
> and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
>
> "All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire
> as
> you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the
> door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to
> keep
> the baby warm."
>
> The following noon, as I did most days, I went to
> have
> prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose
> to gather with me.   I gave the youngsters various
> suggestions of things to pray about and told
> them about the tiny baby.   I explained our problem
> about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the
> hot
> water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die
> if
> it got chills.   I also told them of the
> two-year-old
> sister, crying because her mother had died.
>
> During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth,
> prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our
> African
> children.   "Please, God" she prayed, "send us a
> water
> bottle.   It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the
> baby
> will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."
>
> While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the
> prayer,
> she added,"And while You are about it, would You
> please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll
> know
> You really love her?"
>
> As often with children's prayers, I was put on the
> spot.   Could I honestly say, "Amen".   I just did
> not
> believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that
> He can do everything, the Bible says so.   But
> there are limits, aren't there?   The only way God
> could answer this particular prayer would be by
> sending me a parcel from homeland.  I had been in
> Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had
> never, ever received a parcel from home.   Anyway,
> if
> anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot
> water bottle?   I lived on the equator! 
>
> Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching
> in
> the nurses' training school, a message was sent that
> there was a car at my front door.
>
> By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but
> there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound
> parcel.   I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not
> open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage
> children.
>
> Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing
> each knot.  We folded the paper, taking care not to
> tear it unduly.   Excitement was mounting.
>
> Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on
> the
> large cardboard box.   From the top, I lifted out
> brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as
> I
> gave them out.   Then there were the knitted
> bandages
> for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a
> little bored.  Then came a box of mixed raisins and
> sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the
> weekend.   Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt
> the
> ... could it really be?   I grasped it and pulled it
> out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle.   I
> cried.   I had not asked God to send it; I had not
> truly believed that He could.   Ruth was in the
> front
> row of the children.   She rushed forward, crying
> out,
> "If God has sent the bottle,He must have sent the
> dolly too!"
>
> Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled
> out the small,beautifully dressed dolly.   Her eyes
> shone!   She had never doubted!
>
> Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you
> and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll
> know that Jesus really loves her?"
>
> That parcel had been on the way for five whole
> months.
> Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose
> leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send
> a
> hot water bottle, even to the equator.   And one of
> the girls had put in a dolly for an African child -
> five months before,in answer to the believing prayer
> of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."
>
>
> "Before they call, I will answer" (Isaiah 65:24).  
>
> This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.   When
> you receive this, say the prayer, that's all you
> have
> to do.   No strings attached.   Just send it on to
> whomever you want - but do send it on.   Prayer is
> one
> of the best free gifts we receive.   There is no
> cost but a lot of rewards.
>
> Let's continue praying for one another
>
> Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this
> right now.   I am asking You to minister to their
> spirit at this very moment.   Where there is pain,
> give them Your peace and mercy.   Where there is
> self
> doubting, release a renewed confidence to work
> through
> them.   Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I
> ask
> You to give them understanding, guidance, and
> strength
> as they learn submission to Your leading.   Where
> there is spiritual stagnation,
> I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness,
> and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You.
>
> Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release
> to
> them Your courage.   Where there is a sin blocking
> them, reveal it, and break its hold over my friend's
> life.
>
> Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and
> raise up leaders and friends to support and
> encourage
> them.   Give each of them discernment to recognize
> the
> evil forces around them, and reveal to them the
> power they have in You to defeat it.   I ask you to
> do
> these things in Jesus' name.

 Satan's Meeting
Satan called a worldwide convention of demons. In his opening address he said,

"We can't keep Christians from going to church."
"We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth."
"We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their savior."
"Once they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken."

"So let them go to their churches; let them have their covered dish dinners, but steal their time, so they don't have time to develop a relationship with Jesus Christ."

"This is what I want you to do", said the devil:

"Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"

"How shall we Do this?" his demons shouted.

"Keep them busy in the nonessentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered.

"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow."

"Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles."

"Keep them from spending time with their children."

"As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of work!"

"Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice."

"Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive."

"To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music constantly."

"This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ."

"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers."

"Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day."

"Invade their driving moments with billboards."

"Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes."

"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives."
"Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night."

"Give them headaches too!"

"If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to look elsewhere."

"That will fragment their families quickly!"

"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive."

"Have them return from their recreation exhausted."

"Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect on God! 's creation."

"Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies instead."

"Keep them busy, busy, busy!"

"And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences."

"Crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus."

"Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause."

"It will work!" 'It will work!"

It was quite a plan! The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get more busy and more rushed, going here and there.
Having little time for their God or their families. Having no time to tell others about the power of Jesus to change lives.

I guess the question is, has the devil been successful at his scheme? You be the judge! Does "busy" mean:
                                         B-eing
                                         U-nder
                                         S-atan's
                                         Y-oke?
Please pass this on to others, if you aren't too BUSY!

"The exciting YOUTHBELIEVE MUSIC HOUSE.  This is the coolest music house with really hip décor and the most up-to-date equipments and instruments.

 

At the YOUTHBELIEVE MUSIC HOUSE there are:

 

Jam studio & recording/production studio

Dance studio

DJ studio

Keyboard, Piano & guitar studios

Hang out with…FREE coffee

…& much more!!

 You have got to see it to believe it.  Guaranteed you'll go WOWWW!!

World class guitarist Marty Friedman has sold over 10 million albums with the multi-platinum band Megadeth. He has also a dedicated following for his own solo albums which stylistically range from orchestral soundtrack style music to furious aggressive rock, with the common thread being Marty`s unique and tasty sense of melody. His latest album is called `Music For Speeding` and it marks his solo debut with the heavy hitting major label Universal Japan as well as Steve Vai`s Favored Nations label in the US. Marty has toured the world several times over very successfully with Megadeth. Along with touring, he is in high demand to do music/guitar seminars and clinics all over the U.S., Asia, Europe and South America, which he has done hundreds to date. Marty is also a regular columnist for Guitar World magazine, Young Guitar magazine (Japan) and Burrn Magazine in which he writes a column in Japanese, a reader favorite. Marty has designed his own signature model guitar with Jackson Guitars (the KE-1) that has been selling consistently since it was put on the market. He has just begun an endorsement relationship with Ibanez.Marty Friedman will perform a guitar clinic tour on 21 May 2005 at Orange club at 6.30pm

Drummer Omar Hakim who is The legendary drummer takes advantage of every hot, new percussion option out there, from acoustic drums, to Roland’s electronic V-Drums—which he MIDIs into his Power Mac—when he plays drums for and produces the greats of pop and jazz fusion.A well-recognized percussionist and producer in these two distinct worlds of music, Hakim may be the only person who can say he’s played drums for David Bowie, Madonna, Sting and Miles Davis. Omar Hakim will have a session of performance at Regent Hotel at 24 May 2005 8pm.

So those who drummer or musician dont missed out this opportunity.

Both of the tour ticket will be sold at Bentley Music Kuala Lumpur at RM40.

Upperroom cafe was open in the middle of March 2005. The business hour is from Friday to Sunday (12pm-10.30pm). They serve varieties of food and drinks with reasonable price. Recommended food are Salsa Steak with the price at RM8.80 and Italian Spaghetti Lamb at RM5.80 which sold out everyday. The drink are price at RM2.00 to RM3.50. Banana Ole was the famous and well known at the cafe.Those who like to celebrate their birthday party are welcome and cake will be given at certain condition apply. There will be a partyroom ready for function which can accommodate 15 people. Those who interested please call the number below to make reservation.

 

UPPERROOM CAFÉ (Tel.:03-4025 2242)

M is for the million things she gave me,
O means only that she's growing old,
T is for the tears she shed to save me,
H is for her heart of purest gold;
E is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
R means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.

Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

(This poem dedicate to all mother in the world.)

On 8th May 2005 YouthBelieve organising a concert for all the people in Prima Setapak. The concert start at 8.30pm sharp, the crowd is pack and many people need to stand because or the overwhelming of the concert.Show,drama,songs and dance draw attraction to all the peoples there.Some people come as far as Singapore just to join us for the mother's day event.The event end at 9.30pm and many of them stay back for some light refreshment.