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"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!"

They shouted at me and plead.
"There's just too much against you now. This time you can't succeed!"

And as I start to hang my head in front of failure's face.
My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.

And hope refills my weakened will as I recall that scene:
For just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.

A children's race-young boys, young men-how I remember well.
Excitement, sure! But also fear; It wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope each thought to win that race.
Or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.

And fathers watched from off the side each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoped to show his dad that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went! Young hearts and hopes afire.
To win and be the hero there was each young boy's desire.

And one boy in particular whose dad was in the crowd,
Was running near the lead and thought: "My dad will be so proud!"

But as they sped down the field across a shallow dip,
The little boy who thought to win lost his step and slipped.

Trying hard to catch himself his hands flew out to brace,
And mid the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.

So down he fell and with him hope --He couldn't win it now--
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished to disappear somehow.

But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
Which to the boy so clearly said: "Get up and win the race."

He quickly rose, no damage done, --Behind a bit, that's all--
And ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself --To catch up and to win--
His mind went faster than his legs: He slipped and fell again!

He wished then he had quit before with only one disgrace.
"I'm hopeless as a runner now; I shouldn't try to race."

But in the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face:
That steady look which said again: "Get up and win the race!"

So up he jumped to try again --Ten yards behind the last--
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought "I've got to move real fast."

Exerting everything he had he regained eight or ten,
But trying so hard to catch the lead he slipped and fell again!

Defeat! He lied there silently --A tear dropped from his eye--
"There's no sense running any more; Three strikes: I'm out! Why try?"

The will to rise had disappeared; All hope had fled away;
So far behind, so error prone; A loser all the way.

"I've lost, so what's the use," he thought. "I'll live with my
disgrace."
But then he thought about his dad who soon he'd have to face.

"Get up," an echo sounded low. "Get up and take your place;
You were not meant for failure here. Get up and win the race."

"With borrowed will get up," it said, "You haven't lost at all.
For winning is no more than this: To rise each time you fall."

So up he rose to run once more, and with a new commit
He resolved that win or lose at least he wouldn't quit.

So far behind the others now, --The most he'd ever been--
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win.

Three times he'd fallen, stumbling; Three times he rose again;
Too far behind to hope to win he still ran to the end.

They cheered the winning runner as he crossed the line first place;
Head high, and proud, and happy; No falling, no disgrace.

But when the fallen youngster crossed the line last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer for finishing the race.

And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
You would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd.

And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do too well."
"To me, you won," his father said. "You rose each time you fell."

Now when things seem dark and hard and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy helps me in my race.

For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win, is rise each time you fall.

"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!" They still shout in my face.
But another voice with me says: "GET UP AND WIN THE RACE!"


Prov 24:16
16 "For a righteous man may fall seven times
And rise again"
NKJV






This is such a good rebuttal to all the doubtful science-is-everything- atheists out there...


A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students,
'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist
professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new
students to stand.


'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'


'Yes sir,' the student says.


So you believe in God?'


'Absolutely.'


'Is God good?'


'Sure! God's good.'


'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'


'Yes.'


'Are you good or evil?'


'The Bible says I' m evil.'


The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a moment.
'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can
cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'


'Yes sir, I would.'


'So you're good...!'


'I wouldn't say that.'


'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could.
Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'


The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does
he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to
Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'


The student remains silent.


'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a
glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.


Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'


'Er...yes,' the student says.


'Is Satan good?'


The studen t doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'


'Then where does Satan come from?'


The student falters. 'From God'


'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in
this world?'


'Yes, sir.'


'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'


'Yes.'


'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything,
then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle
that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'


Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality?
Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'


The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'


'So who created them?'


The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question.
'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks
away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.<>
'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus
Christ, son?'


The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'


The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to
identify and observe the world around you.
Have you ever seen Jesus?'


'No sir. I've never seen Him.'


'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'


'No, sir, I have not.'


'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus?
Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that
matter?'


'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'


Yet you still believe in him?'


'Yes.'


According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol,
science says your God doesn't exist.
What do you say to that, son?'


'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'


'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem scien ce has
with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'


The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His
own.


'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'


'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'


'And is there such a thing as cold?'


'Yes, son, there's cold too.'


'No sir, there isn't.'


The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room
suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. 'You can have
lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white
heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We
can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any
further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be
able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.'


'Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits
energy, and heat is what makes a bod y or matter have or transmit energy.
Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is
only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold.
Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the
opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'


Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding
like a hammer.


'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'


'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't
darkness?'


'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of
something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing
light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called
darkness, isn't it?


That's the meaning we use to define the word.'


'In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness
darker, wouldn't you?'


The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a
good semester.


'So what point are you making, young man?'


'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start
with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'


The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you
explain how?'


'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You
argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God.
You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can
measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'


'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully
understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be
ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death
is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'


'N ow tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a
monkey?'


'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes,
of course I do.'


'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'


The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where
the argument is going.


A very good semester, indeed.


'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot
even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching
your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'


The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has
subsided.


'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me
give you an example of what I mean.'


The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has
ever seen the professor's brain?'


The class breaks out i nto laughter.


'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the
professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to
have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable,
demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due
respect, sir.'


'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'


Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face
unreadable.


Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess you'll
have to take them on faith.'


'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,'
the student continues.


'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'


Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it
everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in
the multitude of crime and violenc e everywhere in the world. These
manifestations are nothing else but evil.'


To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does
not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.


It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe
the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what
happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart.
It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that
comes when there is no light.'


The professor sat down.








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Hi guys,

this is my first entry ever since i joined N395..
anyways, jus some updates about our most recent N395 outing jus last weekend..
but before that, i just wana welcome Raymond and Xavier,
who just joined us last last weekend and last weekend respectively...

Anyways,
Raymond has decided to come back to Christ and join this small family..
*clap hands*
prayed for those who were sick and those having tests and exams..
really nice of everyone..
but i didnt manage to join in for the fellowship after the service as i had something on.
so.. could anyone update some interesting things that happened?

Sunday...

Didnt have cgm..
so we decided to have a cell group outing...
meeting time and location was 3pm at Clementi Mrt station...
but not all were on time.. except the 2 beloved new friends..
anyways....
after waiting for the 5th person to appear,
we went on to Sumo House to wait for the rest while looking through the menu for food..
(i already prepared my stomach for the lunch and i didnt take breakfast =p)
soon, people reaching and we starting ordering food and eating them..
Gloria Wong and Jiahui came along (forgot what time).. and after awhile....
we started playing games!!!!!!
and in the end.. Meiping and i got the punishment...
the videos are with Raymond though....

we headed to West Coast Recreation Centre for POOL-ing!!!!!!!!
but Gloria Goh didnt join us... =P
but the rest went on....
Played a few round like..
1) Sisters and brothers one table each..
(Gloria Wong went off ard tha time...)
2) Sisters against the Brothers..
3) Mixed..
really fun..
and i was quite high at that point of time so i kept jumping around....
i know some people were looking at me..
as if thinking.. is she ok?

Oh wells..
went to one of the coffee shop after that...
Xavier was really nice to offer us drinks and stuff.. =P
finally it was home sweet home...
was really amazingly fun lor..
like... we should really find more chance to gather together like this...
and i mean every single one of us...
no absentees at all if possible...

God bless peoples...

Cheers,
iDestinee.

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