Hmm... Why Am I Still Here??

Ok... I got a 99.9% chance of leaving NYJC already, so why am i still going there every school day?? I could just pon everything and still be ok... But maybe i am too paranoid as there is still a 0.01%that i may end up back there... Oh well, never hurts to be prepared anyway... XD

2 days ago during Valentines Day, One of my classmates told us it was also known as Singles Awareness Day, or S.A.D. Sad right? So sad that they have to make a day call SAD for themselves... XD

Hmm... Just read somethign on a blog of 1 of mine juniors in Peicai... Found it interesting... So i shall show you what it is:
A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.

The Pastor had shared about listening
to God and obeying the Lord's voice.

The young man couldn't help but wonder,
"Does God still speak to people?"

After service he went out with some friends
for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.

Several different ones talked about how
God had led them in different ways.

It was about ten o'clock when
the young man started driving home.
Sitting in his car, he just began to pray,
"God...If you still speak to people speak to me.
I will listen. I will do my best to obey."

As he drove down the main street of his town,
he had the strangest thought
to stop and buy a gallon of milk.

He shook his head and said out loud,
"God is that you?"
He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.

But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.

The young man thought about Samuel
and how he didn't recognize the voice of God,
and how little Samuel ran to Eli.

"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk."
It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience.
He could always use the milk.
He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk
and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge,
"Turn Down that street."

This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.
At the next intersection, he turned back
and headed down Seventh.

Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".

He drove several blocks, when suddenly,
he felt like he should stop.
He pulled over to the curb and looked around.
He was in semi commercial area of town.
It wasn't the best but it
wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either.
The businesses were closed
and most of the houses looked dark
like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something,
"Go and give the milk to the people
in the house across the street."
The young man looked at the house.
It was dark and it looked like the people
were either gone or they were already asleep.
He started to open the door
and then sat back in the car seat.

"Lord, this is insane.
Those people are asleep and if I wake them up,
they are going to be mad and I will look stupid."
Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.

Finally, he opened the door,
"Okay God, if this is you,
I will go to the door and I will give them the milk.
If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay.
I want to be obedient.
I guess that will count for something
but if they don't answer right away,
I am out of here."

He walked across the street and rang the bell.
He could hear some noise inside.
A man's voice yelled out,
"Who is it? What do you want?"
Then the door opened
before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his
jeans and T-shirt.
He looked like he just got out of bed.
He had a strange look on his face
and he didn't seem too happy
to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
"What is it?"

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk,
"Here, I brought this to you."
The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.

Then from down the hall came a woman
carrying the milk toward the kitchen.
The man was following her holding a baby.
The baby was crying.
The man had tears streaming down his face.

The man began speaking and half crying,
"We were just praying.
We had some big bills this month
and we ran out of money.
We didn't have any milk for our baby.
I was just praying and asking God
to show me how to get some milk."

His wife in the kitchen yelled out,
"I ask him to send an Angel with some.
Are you an Angel?"

The young man reached into his wallet
and pulled out all the money he had on him
and put in the man's hand.
He turned and walked back toward his car
and the tears were streaming down his face.

He knew that God still answers prayers.

Wow... Ok... Guess this is actually a Christian thing and you can ignore it if you want.

Hmm... I'm feeling a little now i guess... Oh well, maybe i shall go find something to play to pass the time or watch TV... See yah next time!!