i remember
going for a robotics competition
2 yrs back..
and
there were
5 or 6 of us
in the group..
so, after the competition(we dint get anything)..
my teacher was chatting with a teacher
from a diff school..
and he started introducing us
to the other teacher..
teacher : owh, this one arh..this one is penyelia petang son,
this one discipline teachers daughter..
this one is the PK Koko of anudder sch son, this one is my daughter,
this one PIBG presidents son..bla bla..
and den, he came to me..
now,
this teacher is NOT one of my fans..
(i dint do his homework for a LOOONG time..so go figure=)..)
teacher : this one arh..dun know whos son la..
he is mixed breed one
(im of mixed parentage)..
alwayz tag along with us to ponteng..
at that time, it did feel hurting..
i dint feel good at all..
and it was more of an insult to me..
but den i realised, it was an insult to my parents..
a mixed breed?
wahlao..
no better word?
at that time, i was a bitter fella,
so i kept it in me..
i din hold it against the teacher,
but i kept it in me..
recently,
i was going thru a pile of
motivational stories and i found this..
"A number of years ago a seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg, Tennessee where they were eating breakfast at a little restaurant, hoping to enjoy a quiet family meal. While they were waiting for their food, they noticed a distinguished looking, white-haired man moving from table to table visiting with the guests. The professor leaned over and whispered to his wife: "I hope he doesn't come over here." But sure enough, the man did come over to their table.
"Where are you folks from?" he asked in a friendly voice. "Oklahoma," they answered. "Great to have you here in Tennessee," the stranger said."What do you do for a living?" "I teach at a seminary," he replied. "Oh, you teach preachers how to preach? Well, I've got a really great story for you." And with that, the gentleman pulled up a chair and sat down at the table with the couple.
"See that mountain over there?" (pointing out the restaurant window). Not far from the base of that mountain, there was a boy born to an unwed mother. He had a hard time growing up, because every place he went, he was always asked the same question: 'Hey boy, Who's your daddy?' Whether he was at school, in the grocery store or drug store, people would ask the same question, "Who's your daddy?" He would hide at recess and lunchtime from other students. He would avoid going into stores because that question hurt him so bad.
"When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. He would always go in late and slip out early to avoid hearing the question, "Who's your daddy?" But one day, the new preacher said the benediction so fast he got caught and had to walk out with the crowd. Just about the time he got to the back door, the new preacher, not knowing anything about him, put his hand on his shoulder and asked him, "Son, who's your daddy?" The whole church got deathly quiet. He could feel every eye in the church looking at him. By now, everyone knew the answer to the question, 'Who's your daddy?'
"This new preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and using discernment that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the following to that scared little boy... 'Wait a minute!' he said, 'I know who you are. I see the family resemblance now. You are a child of God.' With that he patted the boy on his shoulder and said: 'Boy, you've got a great inheritance. Go and claim it.'
"With that, the boy smiled for the first time in a long time and walked out the door a changed person. He was never the same again. Whenever anybody asked him, 'Who's your Daddy?' he'd just tell them, 'I'm a Child of God.'
"The distinguished gentleman got up from the table and said, "Isn't that a great story?" The professor responded that it really was a great story! As the man turned to leave, he said, "You know, if that new preacher hadn't told me that I was one of God's children, I probably never would have amounted to anything!" And he walked away.
"The seminary professor and his wife were stunned. He called the waitress over and asked her, "Do you know who that man was who just left who was sitting at our table?" The waitress grinned and said, "Of course. Everybody here knows him. That's Ben Hooper. He's the former governor of Tennessee!"
now, some ppl mite say
dat itz fake and stuff..
but i checked it on
snopes.com
a famous urban legend buster website..
itz true to the dot..
a blogger wrote : "Not only "What a story!" but "What a life!" "
true isn't it?
back to my tale..
u know, when i read it,i rmbered the incident..
and i rmbered, even while i was still a sinner..
God gave His son to die for me..
To prove that He loves us..
John 3:16 is proof!!
For God so loved the world(us)
that He gave His only Son,
so that whoever believes in Him
shall not perish in the fires of hell,
but have eternal life with Him in heaven..
how amazing isn't it?it never ceases to amaze me!!
John 1:12
But to all who did receive Him,
who believed in His name,
He gave the right to become children of God.
So, whoever believes in Jesus' name,
receives Him as their savior,
they are children of God..
I now know my identity..
and it brings me to tears..
that such a great God would care for this soul..
and give His Son..
if you're wondering whether your life is worth living..
if u think u are not worth as a human being
or
if you think no one cares, Jesus cares..
im a child of God..
and nothing..
NOTHING
will ever change the fact that Jesus died for me..
signing off,
marcusDS
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