Archive for November, 2006

All other ground is sinking sand…

Posted in Songs on November 23, 2006 by subzapz

THE SOLID ROCK

Keith W. Ward
Scientist
Coatesville, PA

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus name.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

Refrain:
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

Edward Mote (1797-1874)

Heard Michael W Smith sing a short part of this song in the new movie watched in church called The Second Chance. The full version is below. You can also download the simple mp3 to hear how the hymn sounds like.

 

A little background on the hymn :

(http://www.faithalone.org/journal/1998i/Ward.html)

The name of Edward Mote does not often rest on the lips of the Church today in the same fashion as Fanny J. Crosby, B. B. McKinney, Ira Sankey, or other greats in hymnody. However, the testimony of his life is one that should inspire all Christians. Mote was not brought up in a godly home and did not have the advantage of early exposure to Scripture. In fact, his parents managed a pub in London and often neglected young Edward, who spent most of his Sundays playing in the city streets. Of his theological upbringing, he said “So ignorant was I that I did not know that there was a God.”

Eventually Mote became exposed to the Word of God, and was baptized at the age of 18. This event, however, did not send Mote immediately into the ministry. He was apprenticed to become a cabinetmaker, a career which he successfully conducted for another 37 years. Eventually, at the age of 55, he became pastor of a Baptist church in Horsham, Sussex, where he did not miss a Sunday in the pulpit for the next 21 years. He resigned from this pastorate in 1873 due to ill health, and died the following year at the age of 77.

It was with this background that Mote wrote the hymn we have today, “The Solid Rock.” It was during his career as a cabinetmaker that the hymn came into being. One morning in 1834 as he was walking to work, it entered his mind to write a hymn. By the time he got to work, he had the chorus. He wrote four more verses over the course of that day and two additional verses before he was finished.

 

The New Testament according to Dr. Seuss

Posted in Uncategorized on November 16, 2006 by subzapz

And now for the Dr. Seuss Bible:

 

(Disclaimer: this limerick does not represent the actual word of God and is purely made up by someone else forDr Seuss laughs only)

One day God said, “This is what I will do:
I’ll send down my son. I’ll send him to you
To clear up this humpity bumpity hullaballoo.
His name will be Christ and he’ll never wear shoes.
His pals will all call him ‘The King of the Jews.'”

He didn’t come in a plane.
He didn’t come in a Jeep.
He didn’t come in a pouch
Of a high jumping Voveep.

He rode on the back of a black Sassatoo
Which is the blackiest creature you ever could view.

He rode to Jerusalem — home of the grumpity Jews
Where false prophets were worshiped — some even in twos.
There was Murray VonMyrrh and Ghengis Vovooz —
The one you could worship by taking a snooze.

Christ spoke from a mound
Which is a pile of ground.
People gathered around
Without making a sound.

Thus he spake:

“Sin in socks
Socks full of sin.
How do we quiet
This Jehovaty din?
Do unto others as they do unto you.
That includes you, young Timothy Foo.”

One pharisee said to another he knew,
“What shall we do with this uppity Jew?”
“Let’s wash him in wine and make him all clean
And into Sam Zittle’s crucifiction machine.”

Twirl the Gawhirl
And release the Galeese
And in go the nails
As fast as you please.

And it is said
That he said as he bled,
“Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do.
For they walk throughout life in toe crampity shoes.”

Do you?

Amen.

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Mentos & Cola

Posted in bizzarre on November 9, 2006 by subzapz

Wah Liao!!!

This is so bizarre! Apparently, the 2 dont mix.. Check out the YouTube and the related clips. Theres one that shows a guy gulping down 2 litres and followed with mentos. The joker had a system overhaul man!!! Come out from both ends! Im not gonna put the clip url here. If youre lucky enough, youll find it. If not, ….errr….its still ok.

Just know that Mentos and Cola (or any soft drinks) DONT MIX!!!

 

My first mobile blog.

Posted in Uncategorized on November 7, 2006 by subzapz

I’ve been trying with the nokia lifeblog for eons and all i got were headaches.

Picoblogger is the program i’m using now on my N73. It’s awesome.

those of you with a symbian phone with gprs, 3g or wifi can also start.

Moblog via Picoblogger

EATING WITH DA CROCS…….

Posted in Uncategorized on November 2, 2006 by subzapz

Well…..close enough lah.

The Hari Raya Hols were quite good for Alicia and I. Left at 2am without much problems with traffic. Other people left in daylight and experienced 1-2 hours delay i their normal journey.

Went to Desaru (pic of Alicia and I) with family and the Lims and Uncle Vincent and Uncle See Tiong and Aunt Janice.

The first thing we headed was the golf course! Sweet!! Not the best kept, but pleasant, nevertheless. No need handicap and they are flexible with the rules (imagine the buggy all over the course). Monkeys (real ones lah) EVERYWHERE!! It’s nice to swing to the beat of the waves beating the shores. Macam Pebble Beach man! Uncle Victor and Uncle See Tiong were quite good, I must say.Never saw them in action before…. Dad was….. errr….. good too.

I suppose that once you’ve played on the course, then you’ll understand why golfers like…. golf. It’s entirely different from the driving range. The dynamics of your swing has to adapt to the environment you AND your ball is in.

So many things to think about lah….. some may say. But if you take it in perspective of whatever you are doing, be it your studies, job, hobbies etc, one may notice that all things are technical. It’s whether you like it or grow to like it. It’s not for everyone, but you’ll never know till you give it a go.

Makan was FANTASTIC.

Dinner in Sg Rengit on our first nite. A fishing town with its roads narrower than the eye of a needle. Craziest thing was that as ulu as this place is, the seafood restaurant was packed with Singaporeans. They know our food better than us lah. Another thing was that we saw the most beautifully crafted structure with people living in it. Something even Andy Chong may be impressed in. The challenge I thought was not just the design of he house but the demographics surrounding it. I mean, hellooo….. you’ve a massive 4-storey structure with a minimalistic design with a small see-thru swimming pool from the 4th floor and a Bkt Bintang-style canopy in the surroundings of simple fishermen and small-time traders. FUAH! I mean FUUUAAAHHH! Can give Datuk Zakaria (former Klang municipal councilor) a run for his money lah.

Lunch the following day was good too. We all went to Teluk Sengat for…. ten-ten-ten….. seafood [1 monopoly buck for correct guess]. Nearby was a croc farm…… heard a story behind this place from Uncle Victor….

Once upon a time, in a land filled with terrors untold and hardships unnumbered, Kong Kong came as the main contractor to build a roadway into Teluk Sengat. Where once accessible only through the waterways, my grandpa got stuck in the jungles for 3 days because of a flood and freaked him out coz it was well known at the time that the jungles were crawling with tigers and crocs from the mangroves. [a little paraphrased].

 

Alicia had a gala time in Holiday Plaza during our stay in JB…. Not gonna mention why….. you ask her if you have the chance lah. 😛

Well, nothing beats spending time with your loved ones and laughing with them and, of course Dad, …… golfing with them. [love his fashion sense lah…]