Heal the World:

So many things I want to say. So many feelings in me. So many thoughts, of healing the world. So many people are dying, and not just physical deaths. So many people are suffering, from lack of knowledge. So many people perish...so many.

But each day is a chance...to heal the world. Each morning we wake up is a brutal chance to live...to have life abundantly. Michael Jackson rocked my world, and a part of him also healed the world. In his own way, he did. Now, he's gone...like a candle in the wind. No one can control his or her life, life and death is in the hands of the Master Potter...the One who fashioned the world with His own mighty hands.

But each day we're alive, is a chance to heal the world.

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For the People You were Born to Meet:

Each day she wakes up to what the day has to offer. Each morning comes with its share of laughter and pouch of pain. Yet, she wakes up, throws aside her curtains and opens up her blinds. He is the one running free with the wind, going to wherever it carries him on the face of the globe. He does not believe in anything; not because he doesn't want to, but because he sees no reason to. His heart is empty because he cannot satisfy this void. Their smiles are devoid of any happiness, some as a result of the Angelman syndrome-- a sad disease which unfortunately places a permanent smile on their faces. But how would you even know?
You wouldn't know a thing or two about them. You can't tell their empty smiles from their genuine ones, because you only see them in passing. On your way to work, shuffling through the crowds...tick, tack, toe...1, 2, & 3. On your way to the subway, pushing past the hustle and bustle, rubbing against slimy sweaty arms...or worse still, coming face to face with only a few centimeters of distance, daring you to move away first. Running away from the black puff of their smoke, second-hand cancer is death. Moving some inches away from the mad man on the train, his boom box too loud and wrecking your flow and focus.
You see them, but you don't really see them.

In my current line of work I run around all the time, just constantly on the move. Therefore, I have been opportuned to meet a lot of people before I get to my final destination. I once told you about the Man from the Middle East. That was an interesting experience.
A month ago I met another old man who sat beside me on the bus. I'm used to it, people just want to talk sometimes. So I obliged. His younger brother had died a few years back, and he said it should have been him in his place. He was already a grown teenager when his brother had begun kindergarten. I told him no, there were some things he needed to fulfill in this world before he finally left. Although he had white hair, it was not too late.

I met an atheist two days ago. He wanted to talk and the first thing he said was, "do you read a lot of books?" I wanted to say no because I read a specific type of genre nowadays, but I said yes. He brought about 10 books out of his bag and recommended them to me. I told him to read Frank Peretti and Francine Rivers. We entered the bus, and he asked if he could sit beside me. I agreed. I asked him why he was an atheist, he said, "Life is enough of a miracle. I don't need God." He told me Religion was a way for people to fill the void in their hearts. I told him that I wasn't into religion but a "relationship", and that when I am alone in my room...just me and God...I feel His presence. And when I look at the heavens, the clouds, the seas, the trees...I know surely He exists. I told him of a miracle that happened to me in 2007, which no man could have done for me. He said, "I don't even want to know where $13, 000 came from." I laughed.
On my way home, I wondered about how many people I was born to meet. About how many people I will be a sign and a wonder to. How many? Lord, how many? I can't meet the whole world, but I was destined to meet someone.

"For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God." Romans 8: 20-21.
You were born to meet someone and change their life.

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ps: I apologize for not updating sooner. Can't explain the extent of being involved in multiple projects. Looking forward to writing more regularly. How are all of you doing? Never forget that you were born to be a sign and wonder.

This Thing Called Your Level of Thinking:

It can't be denied, it's a part of you, and you're a part of it. The way you think. It is who you are, and you are it. You become it. This faction of your mind, this state of your being. Albeit, the most important part of your anatomy. The most incredible part of your psyche. The part of you that causes a demarcation between your spirit and your flesh.

It's a part of you, and you're a part of it. It could either be a light to you, or a well of darkness. It could be the very thing that causes you to die, or to live. It could either give you a commanding sense of direction or a complying element of misdirection. It is your powerhouse. Your watch-tower. Your beacon.

It's a part of you, and you're a part of it. It is the eye that sees through the depths of your soul. It is the ear that hears through walls made of metal. It is the hand that shatters the glass houses of other people, and the heart that feels compassionate, or maybe even dispassionate. It is the battery of your body...your energizer bunny. The only part of your anatomy that determines whether you're alive or dead. It is who you are, and you are it.

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* "Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep," (Psalm 64:6);

* "Commit your works to the LORD, And your
thoughts will be established," (Proverbs 16:3);

* "For the weapons of our warfare
are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ," (2 Corinthians 10:4-6);

* "For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the
thoughts and intents of the heart," (Hebrews 4:12).

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Your thoughts are powerful.

There is an uncanny command of your thoughts, lurking behind every choice you make. Your thoughts are the driving force of your life. If you think little of yourself, you will be little. Yet, if you dare to think highly of yourself (high self-esteem), you will no doubt rise above your peers and be in the right position where you were meant to be, a position meant for only kings and queens. No son or daughter of royalty is brought up to think low. No child of the King has a despicable and handicapped mind. There is always a clear demarcation between being royal and being servile. The difference is very clear.

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Writing Copyright: Jaycee, 2009

This Thing that's Killing You Softly...

Is it this thing? This insignificant and non-melodious rhythm plucking at your heart's strings? This outrageous dwarf that boasts as though it were a giant? Is it this powerless figment of your wildest imagination that seems to be as real as the sun light that pours down your skin? Is it this heart that beats so fast as though you will die in the next second?

What is it that troubles you so? Is it the late-night news or the shows that bring forth unneccesary laughter? Or is it your "un-shy" tears whenever you are in public? Is it the sadness of the season where plane crashes and wars are familiar tales? Or is it the inability to be who you really want to be, or the dream that dies in you immediately it surfaces?

What is it that kills your spirit? Is it the words of the devil and his agents that God is not real? Or is it the fear you have when you wake up in the morning only to find that you do not even own your own breath? Is it the mountains and the lakes which you did not create with your bare hands? Or the little artistic work you painted last night? Is it your architectural design in school or your project management at work? Or is it the patient that you could not cure who passed away last night? Surely, God can see much more further than your eyes can see...

What is it that freaks you out? Is it the books you've read about Demons and Angels? Or the fact that maybe they aren't real? Is it really that you have tried to change but it is absolutely impossible? Is it the fact that some people you look at "seem" to be holier than you, and you are not in their category? I laugh loudly at that...you must know that surely they are imperfect...if you look past the glory you will find the stains so red. But will it scare you when you realize that Jesus took all their stains away to make them white and He can do the same for you?

What is it that is killing you softly? It must not be the things of this world! It must not be those things that you desire so much, that if you don't get them NOW your world will end. It must not be those things! Why? Because there's something else much more important than the frailty of your heart.

"Again, the kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and hid; and for joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field..." Jesus (Matthew 13:44) Whatever you need to do to find this kingdom, do it now. You're wasting time. You can't buy time.

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