Lunes, Disyembre 23, 2013

glass of milk

A glass of Milk, paid in Full

by STEPHEN on SEPTEMBER 15, 2008 · 247 COMMENTS
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.
Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk.
He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”
“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness.”
He said, “Then I thank you from my heart.”
As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.
Year’s later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.
Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.
Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.
She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She began to read the following words:
“Paid in full with one glass of milk”
Signed, Dr. Howard Kelly.
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Linggo, Disyembre 22, 2013

entering the right room

It happened December thirteen, friday 5:00pm. i went to a mall, somewhere in Recto. as I am looking at the board where the movie titles were posted, i saw this: "CINEMA 5: WILDSON'S"I have had heard what Wildson is. It is a ministry where the youth worshipers praise the Lord. That moment i got curious what the feeling will be if i get myself involved. i came near doubting. Groups of student came and wrote their names in a white paper. Registration. 

I walked away. 

I felt alone. 

Minutes later, when all the students were in, I took the pen and walked near the table. i stared at the white paper (actually) waiting someone to approach me. On top of those papers written a name of a person. It's the leader"s name. I ask the girl sitting in front of me "ate bakit may mga pangalan yung registration sheet, para saan yun" then i felt like, this girl hated to be asked, she told me "wala bang nag-invite sayo? isulat mo nalang pangalan mo dito." there, i wrote my name.

I walked in.

I felt this weird feeling as i stepped forward, cold but relaxing. Then someone named Mark approached me. First timer? he asked. "yes" i answered. He told me to follow him. We seated on the upper seats of the cinema. Then he introduced his name. He told me details about Wildson.

A minute ago, the service get started. 

Students stand from being seated. The band started to sing, everyone followed, the dancers started to dance. everyone followed. everyone lifted up their hands to the Lord.

That moment as i witness how these worshipers praised their God, my heart filled with joy. Tears run through my face.

 Goosebumps.

Everyone is waving there hands. Everyone is dancing, everyone sings, everyone is filled with joy and happiness as WE sing wholeheartedly. 

Jesus entered and live my hearth. :)