<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:02:24.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Creation of Praise</title><subtitle type='html'>My Valued Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-4451431323787444418</id><published>2009-12-17T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:23:04.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash my feet LORD</title><content type='html'>John 13:6-7&lt;br /&gt;Then He came to Simon Peter. And Peter said to Him, "Lord, are You washing my feet?" (7) Jesus answered and said to him, "What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this." (8) Peter said to Him, "You shall never wash my feet!" Jesus answered him, "If I do not wash you, you have no part with Me." (9) Simon Peter said to Him, "Lord, not my feet only, but also my hands and my head!" (10) Jesus said to him, "He who is bathed needs only to wash his feet, but is completely clean; and you are clean, but not all of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came to by surprise, I saw my colleague doing devotion then I ask him to forward it to me, and I read the devotion portion for Berean.  This really struck me to the core. &lt;br /&gt;In this verse, Jesus was washing the disciple’s feet, many people would interpret the verse as Christ is trying to put on humility to wash disciple’s feet. But sadly, most people are losing the real affection Jesus had on his disciple. &lt;br /&gt;It is understand that people would take bath before coming to the supper table. But before they reach the table they have to walk with their sandals and full of mud and once they reach the table their feet is dirty but not the whole body, just the feet due to their displacement  from bathroom to the supper table.  Please imagine with me, they don’t have a fancy bathroom like us, like it is integrated with our house bathroom, it is far from the house some may have to walk a distance to get shower. So by the time the reach the supper table, their feet is really dirty.  Some may smell, due to the wet feet walk on soils carries together with them is the earth-smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so once reaching the supper table, it is a custom the house host to take the HONOR of washing the feet of the ‘guest’. But in this scenario,  Jesus and the disciple are at a place neither Jesus nor the disciple are the host.  So Jesus initiates the washing of the feet. That is why the rest of the disciple keep quiet and only Peter makes noise. Peter understanding the status of Jesus, after seeing the transfiguration knowing how holy he is that he don’t deserve Jesus touching his dirty feet.  And in response Jesus said, if you don’t let me wash your feet, you are not part of me, then Peter say, if that is so, was my hands (action) and head (mind) too, Jesus replied, those who have taken a bath already clean but  the feet need to be washed again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarkable statement by Jesus, Jesus’ blood has washed our action and mind cleansed. Clearing our guilt of our action and mind, leaving us guilt-free status washed once and for all by His blood, (Hebrews 10: 14because by one sacrifice he has made perfect forever those who are being made holy.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why do we need Jesus to wash our feet? The verse above already clearly initiates the word “BEING” made holy. You ought to realize the grammar don’t make sense.  Made is a past tense, Being is continuous tense, holy is a noun. &lt;br /&gt;Feet represent our walk, every day we need to walk with Jesus, if we are not letting Jesus was our feet daily, there is no way we are going to belong to him.  But our action are mind are impure, remember when Peter say wash my hands and head too, Jesus say there is no need for that, the blood is alone enough. But the feet need washing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet are the only portion where we can wash ourselves honestly but won’t be so perfect. Only the PERFECT man Christ Jesus would be able to do a Perfect cleanse on our feet each day. We need the dirty little portion to be cleansed by Jesus every day.  And that may be the portion we ought to feel unworthy of surrendering to Jesus, well, it is fair enough, if you love him, it is easy to give him your hand and your head, but he is concern on the place you may have difficulty to clean you leg, if no one else is going to do it, He will do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you Lord to cleanse my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me I Pray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-4451431323787444418?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/4451431323787444418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=4451431323787444418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/4451431323787444418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/4451431323787444418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/12/wash-my-feet-lord.html' title='Wash my feet LORD'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-1470327142150366441</id><published>2009-11-02T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:31:09.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proven His Faithulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/Su7tEr2uYvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DybbyoxA6FM/s1600-h/inside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/Su7tEr2uYvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DybbyoxA6FM/s400/inside.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399513668011320050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/Su7tEdjm71I/AAAAAAAAABI/_Qg0OlM_ans/s1600-h/inside..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/Su7tEdjm71I/AAAAAAAAABI/_Qg0OlM_ans/s400/inside..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399513664173043538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/Su7tEEls7oI/AAAAAAAAABA/RdewtfsLitc/s1600-h/%241,000,000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/Su7tEEls7oI/AAAAAAAAABA/RdewtfsLitc/s400/%241,000,000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399513657470938754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,[a] who[b] have been called according to his purpose. ( Romans 8 : 28) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to type out this testimony from my friend. I already ask his permission to type this testimony and he agreed.  I had a friend in Singapore more like just an acquaintance who I just met online and msn very often. Nothing else but just chatting, we share our faith and theology views and we were just a close buddy. &lt;br /&gt;When I was really down and was jobless, he lay some comfort to me through scriptures and prayers. Then his tough day started when he wanted so much to study in Australia for his degree pursue, but things change for worse. He is from a broken family where his mom is a single divorce lady and the bread winner. As a successful bread winner they were really doing good at their comfort HDB flat in admiralty ( I am not really sure what his mom was working as ).  But thunder breaks in when His mom got retrenchment. Not only that his dream was shattered even before the retrenchment, but now his comfort zone has been challenged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to make extra living to support his family right now, due to his mom’s retrenchment and heavy debts and pursuing part time studies. All Rain down on him with tears. He shared with me, I shared  radically and challenged him with Romans 8:28. That is really radical challenge.  He sometime was really turn off with me when I keep saying it’s for Good, God intended for Good. Really those are thing that is hardest to believe at such time like that.  As single lady, trying to become the bread winner again, wasn’t that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things turn around, God made everything a round change right now. By God providence, His mom was able to retire. Someone they know propose to remarry his mom. And this person is living in Australia. It happen to be, now he can go to the university he desired. That man who proposed to marry his mom, promised to bear ALL the cost for his education, on top of that He bought her a house in Sydney just for her mom.  Drowned in debts in Singapore, when God want to do great thing, WOW, I really moved to tears to hear what GOD had done in HIS LIFE. I couldn’t help but to rejoice with him, For God’s faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE ANYTHING IMPOSSIBLE TO GOD ?  PLEASE CAN SOMEONE TELL ME ? &lt;br /&gt; These are the pictures of the house in Australia they are moving in soon.  This is the proven track record of God’s abundance providence.  Just like God bring Abundance to Ruth Through remarriage of Boaz; comes the Descendant of David.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-1470327142150366441?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/1470327142150366441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=1470327142150366441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/1470327142150366441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/1470327142150366441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/11/proven-his-faithulness.html' title='Proven His Faithulness'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/Su7tEr2uYvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DybbyoxA6FM/s72-c/inside.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-1122924131925605116</id><published>2009-10-27T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:33:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Smoker</title><content type='html'>er.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i don't know what actually happen to me, but i really don't like the man i see in the mirror rite now. I know i have walked to far away, and i build my own fortress and hide myself there, but not long enough i actually now realise instead of building a fortress i build my grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i am now hooked into new habits, i am now officially a smoker, i just bought my first pack of cigarette, i am not hiding myself anymore, i agree this is a wrong thing. i don't want to justify them. It's rather a foolish thing to smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But i rather want to know how i end up here ? really, i dun want to blame anyone, I thought if i leave my friends behind they will be there for me when i find them, but i am wrong. I am left empty when i return. I shouldn't have left. but again, i dun blame them, they are just as busy as i am, they got the own life to attend to, they can't live in for me. But i really wish i could go back the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  last saturday, i recieved a call from a church member, I rather leave it un-name, this is the first time someone call me and check out, not calling me to ask a favour. i was touched, although the person lie to me about the Holy Spirit inspire him to call me and so on but actually he saw me in Jusco. anyway, i was really moved. I really do know that people still recognise me in my own church. Seriously, i am not blaming them to see me as alien, i walked away. I build a fortress so big now they dun see me already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but just wish, someone would be there when i need a place to talk. someone just standby and listen to me. every word i could actually lift out. basically, i am at fault too, i am just seeking friends to lift my story only. really living in an island of my own ( i am not referring to Singapore). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is so wrong, I don't recognise myself anymore. i dunno what happen to the Naresh i use to know. Died or vanished, i really dun like the man i see in the mirror. I smoke, but this isn't the big deal, the bigger deal is, when i look "ok" nobody want to stand by me, now that i am even more uglier, who would acknowledge me as friend ? i really want to know. I really seek to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dear friends, if you are reading this, i am sincerely want to apologise my absence in our friendship. I know i walked away. I was down. But now, i can't walk in and can't be friends again. I am living in an island that you can't reach me. we are living in different world. wish only i can swim to your world. but a wish is a wish. I definitely know there is no way i can go there. So sorry;  guess it ends here. My fortress Grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now there is nothing u can do, there is nothing i can do also. too far away, two world apart. I am not ashamed to agree that i am in unrighteous world. but I deserve to be isloated and islanded cause i make up an bad image in you. I am sad to be like this but there is nothing that i can do rite now. This blog have no objective, it's just shout out of my grave mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PLEASE my fellow Christian FRIENDS ... I AM BAD IMAGE, don't be stumble... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG LOST AND GONE, &lt;br /&gt;NARESH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-1122924131925605116?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/1122924131925605116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=1122924131925605116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/1122924131925605116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/1122924131925605116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/10/officially-smoker.html' title='Officially Smoker'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-8632888884628847986</id><published>2009-09-13T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:20:47.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAITH= Friendship And Intimacy That Happens</title><content type='html'>Today I had a great time in church. When I step into church, I was like want to fist with God, I am depressed and wasn’t really myself. I walk in rather little late, trying to skip the worship session today. Then once I walk in Ben was singing my favorite song couldn’t help but burst into worship from deep my heart(You are Everything I need).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then goes the sermon, really touched deep bottom of my heart, really moved me to the core. When they open for altar call, I just so couldn’t help myself, cause of the song Ben choose, (Still), this time round I burst into tears. REALLY couldn’t help myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was at the front, doing all the grumbling with God, asking him where do my faith really lack ? when was the time I stop trusting you ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in a still small voice I hear him post a question, before that let me also tell the thing that happen when I was 14 years old. I was in a UTM camp.  I was the youngest of them all, depress just like now. I was crying to God, please make me Holy, then God post me a question, what do you think is Holy? Back then 14 years old, I could barely answer to God what is Holy, since I am crying so much to become Holy, but couldn’t actually tell him what is Holy. Then I post him the question what is holy ? He replied, “HOLY=He Only Loves You”, Then He explained why only God alone is Holy and no one else can be. IT really radically change my life. Not just mine, I walk in to the pulpit to share my encounter with God, it really touch a lot people’s life.  That was 11 years ago, I was instrument for God to minister to many young adult in the camp. I was really touched on that camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, here I stand again, with the flashback, I ask God what have actually happen to me. How did I lose the fire? Then God actually stood back to the Question, what do you think is Faith?  I reply so much for trusting you. He asked again, what do you think is Faith? I replied again, to be certain of the things that are uncertain, and many more definition that my theology brain could think of even quoting scripture (imagine me quoting scriptures to God). Then He asked me for the third time, What do YOU think is faith? I replied, I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Replied : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F … Friendship&lt;br /&gt;A… And&lt;br /&gt;I … Intimacy&lt;br /&gt;T …That &lt;br /&gt;H… Happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my brain goes all around the bible, doing a search what Inspiration I receive was actually supported biblically, and I torn into my knowledge that this is true. When Abraham have faith, there is Friendship and Intimacy, When Moses have Faith, again evidence of Friendship and Intimacy. So is the heroes of faith mention in Hebrews 11. IT really break me into pieces to know I been trusting God like I trust an ATM machine. When I insert the card and key in the number, the money will definitely come out. That’s a trust, but I don’t build a friendship or have intimacy with an ATM machine. When I have no money I turn to ATM machine to give me money. But I don’t love ATM machine, worst of all, I don’t care about the ATM machine, I just find whichever ATM machine available to give me money. Same thing, I was treating God, just like I treat an ATM machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can make it all easy for me, that I actually losing sight of what initially he intend my existence for. It’s all for Him. Building friendship and relationship and Intimacy, this is what he wants, it will give birth to trust and faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is really not long winded. But this really bless my day. I hope to bless others with this writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-8632888884628847986?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/8632888884628847986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=8632888884628847986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/8632888884628847986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/8632888884628847986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith-friendship-and-intimacy-that.html' title='FAITH= Friendship And Intimacy That Happens'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-677007298183399163</id><published>2009-06-27T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:14:26.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson – an evidence of vanity</title><content type='html'>Michael Joseph Jackson, been around as king of pop, a house everyone could never imagine, Jehovah Witness, a black man who becomes white. I know it’s common for man who thinks he is women to get change but in the course of history this is long lasting story about a famous guy who dislike his colour and change it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many don’t agree, or denying, people with fair skin claim to be more superior than people with tanned skin. In search of true identity, many trap in the problem of their colour. Who can they blame ? parents ? God ? people around them ? some black communities, tries to change the stereotypical thinking, strive real hard, like hip hop and tupac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the root of the problem is not colour, if analyse carefully, everyone black or white, strife real hard to superior than everyone else. Even white people against white people. Everyone is self-seeking and self centred. They just want to be known and accepted by everyone. I am sure, MJ was accepted all across the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET, tragically, he is really empty. If you would follow the course of his life, the things that he attempts definitely would spell him of seeking meaning to his life. The colour change, the molestation, divorce and marriage, the neverland, the orphanange. He was desperately seeking meaning in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, another death related with drugs, just like elvis, meaningless arrest his life. No one has meaning to this life, unless he find Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Famous man died, try everything under the Sun, except accepting the SON. Vanity .. chasing after the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWulBafs0jU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWulBafs0jU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-677007298183399163?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/677007298183399163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=677007298183399163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/677007298183399163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/677007298183399163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-evidence-of-vanity.html' title='Michael Jackson – an evidence of vanity'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-4273949776079865246</id><published>2009-05-31T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:08:09.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Power struggle</title><content type='html'>from Obama to Hilary Clinton, Najib to Anwar, Mohd Nizar and Zambry it's a power struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but little that i know everyone around me, I mean everyone around me knowingly or unknowingly, intentionally and unintentionally trying to empower something or someone or some decision. It's a constant power struggle over everything around us. sometime i myself of speaking so much about it .. may be one of them who perhaps one point of time in my life would struggle or won or empower some decision or perhaps more. But how no matter how i see it, it looks dirty to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Parents claiming lordship over children, husband over wife and vice versa and adults seeking independant to be lord over themselves it look so wrong to me. some can just go so extreme, the winner on this struggle always boast about his victory and the loser are the one crying. The whole is just place for constant power struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Christ is the REAL LORD over everything. if anyone try to achieve or empower over anything, anybody is sucessful. But winning the power is not the thing, is maintaining the real lordship is difficult. i may also be a lord over something, but i cannot be Lord of the something i am lord of. I need to surendder to real LORD. everything else i own over, rule over, need to throw down. i throw down not because i am irresponsible, i thrown down so the Lord can remain LORD. but if throw down, the danger is that other people is trying to pick up my life. everyone knowingly or unknowingly is struggling to grip on something. AS much they can, they want to control . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; take the thought for a moment, even in circle of firendship someone in the circle would want to take the leadership. Some want to take lordship. Some people just need a room or space to make decision for themselve. I just pray, people around me realise that, i am struggling to let God be my LORD. and  i don't serve any other God in my life. Please if i rejecting your authority over my life, i really meant it. I think you are dirty and your leadership is dirty. I just want to be humble before God. I want his Lordship oer life. May be i am hardheaded person that find it difficult to submit to authority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just pray the Lord help me find a pure Lordship in me. I pray the Lord teach me to submit to authority that HE establish over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope people who read this are not confuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-4273949776079865246?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/4273949776079865246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=4273949776079865246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/4273949776079865246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/4273949776079865246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-power-struggle.html' title='It&apos;s a Power struggle'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-827427021106775422</id><published>2009-05-31T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:25:33.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I learn a lesson about Life</title><content type='html'>Actually i am reading few book, Miracle is in your mouth, A life worth living ( by Joseph Prince) and Finding Friendship With God ( by Floyd Mc Clung). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there were so many incident that happen in my life for the past week. especially this weekend. That really i guess i learn a lesson. Much to my tears, i faced with my own greatest fear. I was like sheep laid astray all alone in a jungle. I met all kind of people wild animal and also fellow sheepmates. but at the end of the day I was so alone so alone to the core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Guess, the greatest lesson in life is that, no matter how people say it, or preach, or fake it, no one actually care about me. actually no one care for another. the whole world is a self centred world. there are just some .. just handful of people who actually care about others, guess that what makes the world still a place for living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Much to my tears, i realise the only place i can find shelter. Only on the shelter of 'El-Shaddai' is the permanent shelter and refuge. Only Him stays eternal unchange. And His care are constant. to me now nothing else matter, i only know that i should continue to care, because Jesus cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know now, i find relieve in Him, who is constant, and unchanged, In him alone will trust. I know my very emotional need, spiritual need, physical need, he is all that satisfy. He is the Jehovah Jireh the Provider. He is the Provision because he is my need, i can only be filled by him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know, i worth more than wild flowers and birds in the air, and my hair he have accounted for. So i worry not, he is my Shepherd that leads me, he is my care my refuge, my hiding place, my unfailing relationship and He is faithful. I know, untill i am touching the grave, i know his Grace is no departing for me. I know now, the day my breathe the last, even after that, i am going have a last FATHER-son relationship and nothing going to change that. Not in all my effort put together, or the world in its deadliest evilest scheme or effort put together, could break that relationship of my SHEPHERD-sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am REALLY GLAD that You are in my life LORD.  I can't be without You. My very help in the times of trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly You know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;When i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I know You will come true,&lt;br /&gt;When i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I know You will bring breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;When i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;It's an Oppurtunity to know You,&lt;br /&gt;When i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;In You there is Refuge,&lt;br /&gt;When i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Your Rod and Your word will guide me through,&lt;br /&gt;When i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I can step back and let You Lead,&lt;br /&gt;Just When i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;It's the time to come to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You LORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-827427021106775422?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/827427021106775422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=827427021106775422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/827427021106775422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/827427021106775422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-learn-lesson-about-life.html' title='I learn a lesson about Life'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-2238899116983496027</id><published>2009-04-14T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:58:28.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview.. interview ..</title><content type='html'>Wah .. was like yesterday when i got one interview, and now another one more tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am heading KL today for an interview. My interview in Kota damasara as Senior System Engineer. Looks like a cool title for me. Praying for God's direction for this Job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like i won't be blogging untill friday. O ya, i had a dream today, I dream i like faced with God in a hospital. and i have short apologetic dialog with God. I was asking God, How would You prove Your existence to hard knock scienctist ? God reply me with one question which so relate to Easter. Tell the very scientist, Death is Real.  And i saw a gory sight of a death corpse being push over me and i just run into His hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i wake up i realise, i can talk to any atheist about the reality of God, because Death is also so real, and so is resurrection. If people have to die, they have to live again.  I also had a vision of snake, and immediately i thought it's demonic, but God told me something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake was also use positively with Moses. Snake most of the time were represent as negative things in life. But That same snake may serve as warning  to Pharaoh ( giants in our lifes) . Because God is turning the Snake into a ROD that is going to divide the red for the freedom of Many. Not just Moses, The freedom of many is by the Ex-snake;now-rod. Isn't God amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok .. i got to pack up for my KL trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-2238899116983496027?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/2238899116983496027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=2238899116983496027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/2238899116983496027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/2238899116983496027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/04/interview-interview.html' title='Interview.. interview ..'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-4591532278752486807</id><published>2009-04-13T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:32:40.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what they want ...</title><content type='html'>Er.. the title was stolen from a song by hilsong, Lifting Your Name High. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well that is exactly what i want to sing out now, Say what they want say what they want lol ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guess, after the amazing week in church, i feel a little uplift. Hope it's for good.  Just went for interview in JB, collected summons and pay a lot for car-park. vow not to drive to town ever again. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well, say what they want, I have my identity in Christ, what the preacher say still ringing in my head. If Jesus is just 99.9% real and there is 0.01% unreal in Him, it not worth trusting Him any longer. Cause Jesus is 100%  real. Yes He is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just got a enlighten with these Phrase, "  I MAY NOT BE PERFECT, BUT CHRIST IS PERFECTLY IN ME " .  Yes, Christ is perfect in me.  He lives in me not 90%, not 99%, not 99.999999% , but He lives in me 100%. Thus i will live to lift His Name high. I will carry the banner of His Name. Though i am not perfect, though i may fail billions of time, though i am someone not worthy to carry His name. He is still Proud to be my God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have my identity in my Christ. Galatian 2:20 say it clear enough. I have been crucified in Christ, and it is no longer i that live, But Christ live in. What people say, think or treat, let me be remembered that it's all have been crucify together with my saviour. Now my identity is in Christ and His resurrection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what they want .. say what they want... I am living to lift His name high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgZfeoFVXAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgZfeoFVXAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-4591532278752486807?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/4591532278752486807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=4591532278752486807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/4591532278752486807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/4591532278752486807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-what-they-want.html' title='Say what they want ...'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-1951845214725399775</id><published>2009-04-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:24:30.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining</title><content type='html'>Indescribable, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song really speak to me than a million sermon. This Song really lift me and my spirit man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think it’s a really a EMO Song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really moved with the ending lyrics. “You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same, You are amazing God”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the service was so great, I am greatly bless with the testimony by Alicia. I was touch by the songs by Ben, and not to mention the sermon by Pastor Tan. I don’t see the message as whole, but whatever he uttered have Tremendously blessed my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad that God is all the way with me, the Beauty from Pain. Ya that song would really explain why I am in here. I will hang in till God come, because HE WILL DEFINITELY COME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust HIS word and His promise and His Faithfulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqMYHmoXMAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqMYHmoXMAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-1951845214725399775?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/1951845214725399775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=1951845214725399775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/1951845214725399775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/1951845214725399775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s Raining'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-6972825164538678197</id><published>2009-04-11T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:18:33.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O worm Jacob...</title><content type='html'>Well a lot of you may be read my previous blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly and seriously, that was full expression of myself it wasn’t meant to hint or hit on anyone. That wasn’t the purpose. The purpose wasn’t to seek attention, for I do not want any attention, I just want to be normal, treat fairly just the same like the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be it’s my fault too, I shouldn’t have post a blog about it. I just wish I would have that little freedom to express myself. But honestly wasn’t expecting the consequences. Honestly I never thought of hurting anyone, that wasn’t the thing I wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be completely honest about  myself. Honest about the thing happening around me, who would have desire me bottle it up? But I should have stayed wise not to post it on a public blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have lift my head to he LORD in prayer, for only Him have the answer. Not blog, not people, no words of comfort could do anything but God alone have the power to change the life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only things in life, God was given the priority, no man would have problem. But I just hate myself, seeing myself knowing the solution yet do nothing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 41&lt;br /&gt;The Helper of Israel &lt;br /&gt; 1 "Be silent before me, you islands! &lt;br /&gt;       Let the nations renew their strength! &lt;br /&gt;       Let them come forward and speak; &lt;br /&gt;       let us meet together at the place of judgment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 "Who has stirred up one from the east, &lt;br /&gt;       calling him in righteousness to his service [a] ? &lt;br /&gt;       He hands nations over to him &lt;br /&gt;       and subdues kings before him. &lt;br /&gt;       He turns them to dust with his sword, &lt;br /&gt;       to windblown chaff with his bow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 He pursues them and moves on unscathed, &lt;br /&gt;       by a path his feet have not traveled before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 Who has done this and carried it through, &lt;br /&gt;       calling forth the generations from the beginning? &lt;br /&gt;       I, the LORD -with the first of them &lt;br /&gt;       and with the last—I am he." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 The islands have seen it and fear; &lt;br /&gt;       the ends of the earth tremble. &lt;br /&gt;       They approach and come forward; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 each helps the other &lt;br /&gt;       and says to his brother, "Be strong!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 The craftsman encourages the goldsmith, &lt;br /&gt;       and he who smooths with the hammer &lt;br /&gt;       spurs on him who strikes the anvil. &lt;br /&gt;       He says of the welding, "It is good." &lt;br /&gt;       He nails down the idol so it will not topple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 "But you, O Israel, my servant, &lt;br /&gt;       Jacob, whom I have chosen, &lt;br /&gt;       you descendants of Abraham my friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 I took you from the ends of the earth, &lt;br /&gt;       from its farthest corners I called you. &lt;br /&gt;       I said, 'You are my servant'; &lt;br /&gt;       I have chosen you and have not rejected you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 So do not fear, for I am with you; &lt;br /&gt;       do not be dismayed, for I am your God. &lt;br /&gt;       I will strengthen you and help you; &lt;br /&gt;       I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 "All who rage against you &lt;br /&gt;       will surely be ashamed and disgraced; &lt;br /&gt;       those who oppose you &lt;br /&gt;       will be as nothing and perish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 Though you search for your enemies, &lt;br /&gt;       you will not find them. &lt;br /&gt;       Those who wage war against you &lt;br /&gt;       will be as nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 For I am the LORD, your God, &lt;br /&gt;       who takes hold of your right hand &lt;br /&gt;       and says to you, Do not fear; &lt;br /&gt;       I will help you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 Do not be afraid, O worm Jacob, &lt;br /&gt;       O little Israel, &lt;br /&gt;       for I myself will help you," declares the LORD, &lt;br /&gt;       your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 "See, I will make you into a threshing sledge, &lt;br /&gt;       new and sharp, with many teeth. &lt;br /&gt;       You will thresh the mountains and crush them, &lt;br /&gt;       and reduce the hills to chaff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 You will winnow them, the wind will pick them up, &lt;br /&gt;       and a gale will blow them away. &lt;br /&gt;       But you will rejoice in the LORD &lt;br /&gt;       and glory in the Holy One of Israel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17 "The poor and needy search for water, &lt;br /&gt;       but there is none; &lt;br /&gt;       their tongues are parched with thirst. &lt;br /&gt;       But I the LORD will answer them; &lt;br /&gt;       I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18 I will make rivers flow on barren heights, &lt;br /&gt;       and springs within the valleys. &lt;br /&gt;       I will turn the desert into pools of water, &lt;br /&gt;       and the parched ground into springs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19 I will put in the desert &lt;br /&gt;       the cedar and the acacia, the myrtle and the olive. &lt;br /&gt;       I will set pines in the wasteland, &lt;br /&gt;       the fir and the cypress together, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20 so that people may see and know, &lt;br /&gt;       may consider and understand, &lt;br /&gt;       that the hand of the LORD has done this, &lt;br /&gt;       that the Holy One of Israel has created it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-6972825164538678197?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/6972825164538678197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=6972825164538678197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/6972825164538678197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/6972825164538678197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-worm-jacob.html' title='O worm Jacob...'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-911030100584621706</id><published>2009-03-08T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:53:35.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter God Weekend</title><content type='html'>Encounter God-weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s been a long time I ever blog. Perhaps I was EMO all the while no mood to blog. But I guess I got testimony to share today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this week my church has encounter God weekend for the leaders. It’s specially organize to encounter God, more like get rid the old things so the Holy Spirit can move among the leaders first. &lt;br /&gt;Well it’s a weekend I can never forget all my life. I did encounter God and it is really supernaturally awesome. The experience is beyond words can explain. Really had a relieve time there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now feel so relieved, restored, revived, repented, renewed, recharged, and recovered. I am soaring on the top of the clouds now. For those who miss it, please don’t miss the next round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday also, Tommie did really bring up a good topic, nothing we have is ours and nothing we can have it eternal. The only duty of a man in his lifetime is to honour God and obeys him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all that matter now, Naked I come from my mother’s womb, Naked will I leave, He gave and he takes away, and yet my heart will choose to say How blessed be HIS NAME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful days are ahead…… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safely sealed in the Savior’s hand……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6T9WD7BxDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6T9WD7BxDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-911030100584621706?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/911030100584621706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=911030100584621706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/911030100584621706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/911030100584621706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2009/03/encounter-god-weekend.html' title='Encounter God Weekend'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-6899682619246133227</id><published>2008-12-29T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:37:53.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Lately my life lacks prayer. I will really say it out loud with shame; I’ve been not praying for a long long time. But it just gives me a new inspiration while not praying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER is not DEMAND or REMIND unto God of our situation, but Prayer is a place to draw strength from God on what He is going to do. No words in prayer can change what He is going to do, and no one can ordain Him to do things. But this is the good news that makes me leap in JOY; GOD is only doing things for our GOOD. And many times situation in life may disapprove the ‘good news’. So that is why we need prayer, to be focus on God and draw strength from him to go through life in the desperate moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nothing is going to change, even if  I pray or I don’t pray, God is still going to do the good things he intend to do. Whether I pray or not, God will still do it, because He is GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why need to pray?  Well prayer put things in perspective:-&lt;br /&gt;- It makes one to anticipate God’s Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;- It makes one strong to face the storm &lt;br /&gt;- It help one to understand the Person in charge ( GOD ) &lt;br /&gt;- It makes one clarify to the things God is doing.&lt;br /&gt;- It increases measurement of faith&lt;br /&gt;- It glorifies God on the he is doing if not it is just coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more things I may overlooked because I am not a theologian to put it in right perspective, but I just put it out of  my inspiration from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my view and makes me really see why Prayer is important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is exercise for spirit. If we never pray, we can still live, but we are living unhealthy Christian walk, just as the body without exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s Pray &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-6899682619246133227?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/6899682619246133227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=6899682619246133227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/6899682619246133227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/6899682619246133227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-5473239638917738207</id><published>2008-12-08T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:52:10.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Years the Locust  have eaten</title><content type='html'>Joel 2: 25 “ So I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, &lt;br /&gt;      The crawling locust, &lt;br /&gt;      The consuming locust, &lt;br /&gt;      And the chewing locust,[e]&lt;br /&gt;      My great army which I sent among you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage of scripture really tested and proven with my life. Many times, when I read this, I always ask the Lord, where’s the years “I” lost away ? Where is the years “people” around me had taken away? Where is the years “I had” to give away (Studies) ? When I walk into my adulthood, I realize so many years, the locust have eaten. The crawling locust, spoke about the evil days of my life, the Consuming Locust speaks about the years you have to give away for studies and growing up and the chewing locust, reflects people around me that have made me misery  or made me “me”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come to the Lord, I always regret of the years I have lost, I always cry and demand back the year. And every time I cry, I always end encouraging myself, that it’s a past it can never happen to me again, I have to let go the past and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Years have return, The LORD is faithful, heaven and earth will pass but HIS WORD will never pass away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve grown up in rush that, I didn’t get to travel, or go to amusement park or even to zoo. The only young days I can remember going was going to Melaka to crocodile farm and THAT’s IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I can name myself, things I have done before I die, haha, things like I have been to Cameron and Genting Highland ( while my college days ). Been to beaches like  Teluk Chempedak( Pahang),  Port Dickson, Penang beaches, and Desaru ( my own place but it was while working only I get to go ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a deal off the hook, I went to Singapore Zoo then to Science Centre then to Snowcity with my adorable Praisekids. Something I can never replace with anything else. The Experience was the coolest thing. Although all these places are meant for kids, well this is the childhood I lost. These are the year the locust have eaten.  Much on my tears ,when I was young I wish to go here, but I couldn’t, but now that I serve in Praisekids, AMEN Hallelujah, I get back the years my childhood may have miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes the same for JC radix, I get back the years my teenage years would have waste away. And now leaving in my present years. Basically I am living three different years in a single period. Haha, confusing, but explainable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop, getting no where, I am just so excited about how God is doing things in my life. And I want to give him all the praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-5473239638917738207?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/5473239638917738207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=5473239638917738207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/5473239638917738207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/5473239638917738207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/12/years-locust-have-eaten.html' title='Years the Locust  have eaten'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-1216249716953183233</id><published>2008-11-30T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:17:30.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Life</title><content type='html'>Tear roll down on me and it’s still rolling, when I come realize really realize about the goodness and the mercies of the Lord. Yes it been a while I didn’t blog. Emotionally down. Was getting annoyed and agitated over everything small and big and comes the Sunday service in Church of Praise. I thought it was just another Sunday service for me. But little that I know, I discovered something beautiful about. And tears never stop rolling from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, everyone in a point or another, will surely have something to complain about. Everyone complain, whine or even grumble. Some depressed over life, and some are fed up, and for me at that moment, I was tired in the cyclical of life’s ups and downs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the song goes, “Shepherd of my soul”, right down to Chorus, be it in a quite pasture or by a gentle stream the shepherd of my soul is by my side, should I face a mighty mountain or valley that dark and deep the shepherd of my soul will be my guide. The verse even now bringing me tears; how can I ever get tired of living, not when the shepherd is just around. Up or down, the shepherd have never left me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the essence, it’s all in the hands of God. When I come to know this, I just know how beautiful life is. Shepherd leading, feeding, protecting, planning, providing for the sheep and the sheep just be a sheep. So sweet life, how can I ever come close to a word in English to say my gratitude to my Shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just know 4 word, that really rising deep within me that can at the least to form my expression of gratitude to my Savior; I love you Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-1216249716953183233?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/1216249716953183233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=1216249716953183233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/1216249716953183233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/1216249716953183233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-life.html' title='Beautiful Life'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-6595993046868259062</id><published>2008-11-12T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:10:16.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle with myself</title><content type='html'>I don’t understand the thing I am going through. I know I am emo now. But I dun see the reason why, may be this is what’ll happen if you hang around with Shuen for a long while. No seriously, I don’t get it, may be isolation from the church activities makes me so super dry about everything around me. My job, career, global economic recession, church, God, exam, friends, and my family don’t think have set everything in order. Everything look messed up. I try to convince myself saying this is just temporary until you finish class then you will resume to normal. But having put on the class, I am lured into worldly passions. Like achieve more certificates and attain more recognition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for what ? seriously, whom am I trying impress ? am I reverting back to my oldself ? trying buy myself fame when all that it can bring is sorrow. Oh Please someone stop me!! I’m happy the way things were, but don’t know for good or bad, I am now taking a cert, and eventually lure into making more cert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, I can say no to myself, and win myself in this battle. And I subject myself to God, and His will, none of this sorrow and despair ever be at my doorstep.  Oh God, How far have I walked away from you ?   how blind I turn myself into ? All this fame brings me sorrow, all this effort I am putting are sinking sand. I am lost .. I lost the battle .. I lost to myself, Will you God deliver me from myself ? Help me LORD.. I need YOU now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-6595993046868259062?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/6595993046868259062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=6595993046868259062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/6595993046868259062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/6595993046868259062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/11/battle-with-myself.html' title='Battle with myself'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-6362272993637199366</id><published>2008-10-29T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:52:04.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad man in MRT</title><content type='html'>Well, I am not the person who takes MRT, but because of my class lately, I am now taking MRT more often. Well, the morning was bright as I was making my way to catch my bus in Jurong East MRT. All around the crowds were all sunken dull and the train just swing from stop to stop. Then it comes to Bukit Batok Station, a station before Jurong East MRT Interchange. Two boys in school uniform walked in and stand in front of me.  An old Uncle tag at their behind, and keep staring at the boys.  Then at a twinkle of a second; “BAM!!” loud noise was heard. The Boy on the floor and his spectacle broken, everyone in the cabin panicked at what had happen. Just when I thought Singapore to be the most secured place, I change my perception that very second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Uncle was screaming in foul language in mandarin. Little that I can understand, the uncle was saying that these boys are talking about him and his penis. The gory sight of this never leaves my mind for the whole day. I was so super angry when I saw that little boy aged around 15-18 crying and with his bull-eyes mark. I was boiling as though I could turn myself in to “super-saiyan” and wanted so much do something to that uncle. But I was chicken out. The uncle wasn’t sane and it’s not right for me to deal with this kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a fair advice to all, Please be careful when you are in Singapore, Especially taking MRT, for there are many like these in the Singapore Trains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-6362272993637199366?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/6362272993637199366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=6362272993637199366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/6362272993637199366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/6362272993637199366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/mad-man-in-mrt.html' title='Mad man in MRT'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-401031991633463917</id><published>2008-10-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:02:46.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am i ?</title><content type='html'>I am in a dilemma, I somehow feel like I am lost to myself, don't know what happen to me, sick of being whom I am not, lately I am throwing tantrum, but that is definitely not me, I tried so hard to be so appealing, really forget how exactly  I am suppose to be. Everything around me is so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't giving up; whether I am myself, or not myself, I have call, call to be God-like. I will continue to deny I am that I am, will continue to die to myself, and live for His Glory Sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 2: 20 ; &lt;br /&gt;I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-401031991633463917?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/401031991633463917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=401031991633463917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/401031991633463917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/401031991633463917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-am-i.html' title='Who am i ?'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-2566212333082495742</id><published>2008-10-14T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:10:17.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacky Day at office</title><content type='html'>Well today I was assign with special assignment. My assignment was to test out the wireless strength at an area in the power plant. It’s dead area no one passes by. And best of all I need to test the signal strength, guess what I was doing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes you are right, I am blogging, youtubing, and Ebuddying. Hahaha, well if I am caught, I can legally say I was ask to test the network, what else they can expect out of me if  were to test the network without proper equipment. All right if you would say I should ping non-stop some servers and  everything, but come on look at me, I am so lonely no one is around, takkan I monitor the black screen that is pinging non-stop ? isn’t that Ridiculous. Anyway I enjoyed the whole day, Guess I have to stay here the whole day. So boring, I had full excitement of the network, only to go back and report my office the network is extremely fine. I just hope some one else will complain about the network again so I can have funtime again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, since no one is around, I was applying job at other places hahaha, isn’t that cool ? using company network to find job.. very unfaithful servant I am. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-2566212333082495742?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/2566212333082495742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=2566212333082495742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/2566212333082495742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/2566212333082495742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/slacky-day-at-office.html' title='Slacky Day at office'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-2184741316813870767</id><published>2008-10-13T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:11:18.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't be loved</title><content type='html'>Well this is most probably the most emo posting ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I know who I was, Who am I trying to cheat ? Isn't things better now? Just when I thought everything is over, I am now a new creation, everything has passes. Have everything really passes? Didn't I learn anything from my past? Well this is my time again, my heart start to sing love song AGAIN. But I think I can’t anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                One of my best friends from church, also my well wisher, unintentionally confronts me with the facts. Though he doesn’t know much of my past, but he hit me with the right question and the really make me think. Things may have passed for me. All that tears may now be unknown already. My heart, by now has experience healing from the rejection and sadness that covers my heart all the while. But a mended broken heart isn’t new anymore, it still have the chance of breaking again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               It’s not others, it’s me, I can’t love, and no one can love me, for it is gone. My life story will tell me just right where I am now. I am not in the circle of perfect life, I am in the line of mended life, just extended grace that made me live again. Everything is not easily swept away. No past walks away so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Like the song, “Because of you”, I know it’s hard, although I have forgiven “you” in the song, I’ve let “you” go,  I know your knife that stab through my heart have no power anymore, but still I am not taking the risk to let anyone else in. No way, enough is enough; the pain is still intense, Trauma never leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I pray that miracle would happen again, there is already so much of miracles that have happened. Asking for more is really being greedy. Well God is a God of Abundance, certainly He will restore the years the Locust have eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God I will continue to trust  .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3AYv8sxytY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3AYv8sxytY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-2184741316813870767?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/2184741316813870767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=2184741316813870767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/2184741316813870767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/2184741316813870767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-be-loved.html' title='I can&apos;t be loved'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-3035938143642471025</id><published>2008-10-13T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:37:03.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy futsal game</title><content type='html'>Hahah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Ya after JC Radix, bunch crazy guys with me, played futsal at 12 - 2 am. Believe it or not, it was the most fun time in my life. Really never did anything crazy like that. I had so much fun that nite. Hahaha, Really glad i didn't chicken out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Worst of it all, I actually notify my mom via SMS, and went on with the game. Come on which mom with a right mind would ever believe a futsal game at that late hour, so it's really crazy to even make her believe that i am really on for the game. So after the game, i realise both my parent are sleeping, i sneak and view the SMS i send, i delete them, no more evidence that i actually was in for crazy game. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that nite i really enjoy a lot, a nite i won't forget :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-3035938143642471025?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/3035938143642471025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=3035938143642471025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/3035938143642471025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/3035938143642471025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-futsal-game.html' title='Crazy futsal game'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-7660158482204682259</id><published>2008-10-09T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:21:26.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Savior  My God</title><content type='html'>I am not skilled to understand&lt;br /&gt;What God has willed, what God has planned&lt;br /&gt;I only know at his right hand&lt;br /&gt;Stands one who is my Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take him at his word and deed&lt;br /&gt;Christ died to save me this I read&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I find a need&lt;br /&gt;For him to be my Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he would leave his place on high&lt;br /&gt;And come for sinful man to die&lt;br /&gt;You count it strange, so once did I&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew my Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Savior loves, my Savior lives&lt;br /&gt;My Savior's always there for me&lt;br /&gt;My God he was, my God he is&lt;br /&gt;My God he's always gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, living, dying; let me bring&lt;br /&gt;My strength, my solace from this spring&lt;br /&gt;That he who lives to be my king&lt;br /&gt;Once died to be my Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he would leave his place on high&lt;br /&gt;And come for sinful man to die&lt;br /&gt;You count it strange, so once did I&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew my Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Savior loves, my Savior lives&lt;br /&gt;My Savior's always there for me&lt;br /&gt;My God he was, My God he is&lt;br /&gt;My God he's always gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9nVDYD_8oA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9nVDYD_8oA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-7660158482204682259?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/7660158482204682259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=7660158482204682259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/7660158482204682259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/7660158482204682259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-savior-my-god.html' title='My Savior  My God'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-4761107414915340058</id><published>2008-10-07T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:39:17.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal for Melaka Trip</title><content type='html'>I know some of you don’t read my blog, but I got no other way to post my planning online so I use my blog. Hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melaka trip is on, &lt;br /&gt;Date : 26-27 October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need people to confirm with me, &lt;br /&gt;Ok I suggest this hotel SUPER GOOD 5 star hotel but a little Ex, but if we share all together won’t be so super ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.lion.com.my/WebOper/Property/MahkotaMelaka.nsf/Room&amp;Rates"&gt; Click here to see the home page of the hotel &lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about RM458 for a single Three room apartment. We can be as noisy as want no one can say anything lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there is a cheaper mean, please leave some comment if you have better proposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Let me know if you are really coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to keep the budget low as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-4761107414915340058?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/4761107414915340058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=4761107414915340058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/4761107414915340058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/4761107414915340058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/proposal-for-melaka-trip.html' title='Proposal for Melaka Trip'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-8126352076984859279</id><published>2008-10-05T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:25:39.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Steward for God's Steward</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while having dinner, our conversation just bumps into my experience in SIA cabin crew interview.  Well, yes I nearly got into SIA. But may be due to my disability, I wouldn’t have become the best Air-Steward. But now I see myself a better person, I am now a God’s Steward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what change my mind on me not trying again for SIA cabin crew interview was, the testimony Tommie Shared about his best friend who is now a pilot, I would leave him unnamed for confidentiality sake.  Shared his view about how he is a successful Pilot with all that he wants in life he had it. But would trade EVERYTHING that he now have just find someone who would love him for who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just the better one. I have wealth million fold better compare to all that Warren Buffet’s wealth put together, I have friends that no money or anything can come in value above them. I know I am loved, at all cost. I didn’t regret letting go the dream of becoming an air-steward, because if I am steward now, most probably, I would be flying all across the world ALONE. My life was in the drenched loneliness until I find Church of Praise. Everyone there means a whole world to me, wouldn’t trade them for anything. There is no place on earth I rather be but to meet my brothers and sisters in Church of Praise. Now all my prayer is that I don’t have to move away from JB or God call me into missions to any nations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uypZ9aSkW-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uypZ9aSkW-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-8126352076984859279?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/8126352076984859279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=8126352076984859279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/8126352076984859279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/8126352076984859279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/air-steward-for-gods-steward.html' title='Air Steward for God&apos;s Steward'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-2238776939474509137</id><published>2008-10-02T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:23:44.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear of Unlove.</title><content type='html'>I am lately been doing some thinking, lately I am very irritant and sensitive. Easy to loose cool and getting emotional is never been my way. Thinking back, I think I am in the verge of the fear of losing everyone again. I’ve gone through so much pain before seeing people around me don’t find me comfortable and would avoid. With This kind of pain in my life, I find it hard to leave that fear out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I get so many friends, So much of them, I feel like if I die tonight I’ll die as the happiest man on earth. This was the vacuum in my heart, I was desperately longing for friends who would stand in with me, know me and care for me. But just lately, this vacuum in heart is totally filled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  I was going through was an mixed up emotion that makes me think, if I be myself, my friends would leave me, and I need to mask myself. Then I start wearing mask after mask. Finally, the layers of mask so thicken, I realize I am not myself anymore. This is really not me. I trying so hard to be someone I am not until I loose the call of whom I am really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never felt like this before, but somewhere along life, I lost what it takes to be myself. For Good or for bad, I lost it, and now I fear that I will be unloved, as I am very unpredictable. I pray I’ll be myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the word unlove is so not an English word. But it is taken from a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know no matter what, even if my whole world crumble down, I know I am not unlove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x4wgLMy3NVM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x4wgLMy3NVM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-2238776939474509137?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/2238776939474509137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=2238776939474509137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/2238776939474509137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/2238776939474509137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-of-unlove.html' title='The Fear of Unlove.'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-7143413753702040008</id><published>2008-09-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:58:57.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Creation</title><content type='html'>Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! ( 2 corinthians 5:17 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s me, seriously can’t imagine with my wildest sight, I am now a new creation, indeed my past have been destroyed. It’s no more there. What actually happen is that; God buried my past in the grave and I don’t have to worry about it anymore. It was a coffin nailed so hard by God Almighty, no man nor could any being or forces do away with what had happen in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened is a story of God’s Grace. Well when I try to measure the size of my past , it only come in equal to God’s Grace, all have been wiped out, all have been forgotten. I know the life I had, and I alone know what I gone through. There was grave specifically designed for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was designed to have me buried,&lt;br /&gt;It was designed to have my future vanish,&lt;br /&gt;It was designed so that I can be death to everything God’s count me for,&lt;br /&gt;It was designed that I, the loved of the LORD, won’t be able to see him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And upon that same grave, God buried it,&lt;br /&gt;He buried my past along with my diseases,&lt;br /&gt;He buried there in the coffin so that I can see it dying,&lt;br /&gt;He buried right for me so that I now may speak of the life I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And none but Jesus could give me the LOVE that could fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You JESUS for Love to me,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You JESUS for you Grace so free..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-7143413753702040008?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/7143413753702040008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=7143413753702040008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/7143413753702040008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/7143413753702040008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-creation.html' title='New Creation'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-8450482113967136634</id><published>2008-09-24T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:09:43.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore PR- OXYmoron</title><content type='html'>Oxy moron;a figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous, seemingly self-contradictory effect, as in “cruel kindness” or “to make haste slowly.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the best Oxymoronic statement i have made is like in uncle jo cafe in sutera mall i actually ordered for " ice lemon tea hot"  . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now the latest Oxymoron that have happen to me is I am now a Singapore Permanent Residence.  What is so oxy-moron here; well physically, i am not staying in singapore, i love my country and i bounceback everyday. Which part of me is Residence to them :P . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I LOVE Malaysia like i hate Singapore So much, How is this then possible, i am now one like them. what had happen to me. Why would i allow such a torment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Singapore ..&lt;br /&gt;Majulah Singapura..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-8450482113967136634?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/8450482113967136634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=8450482113967136634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/8450482113967136634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/8450482113967136634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/09/singapore-pr-oxymoron.html' title='Singapore PR- OXYmoron'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-3806718357148475462</id><published>2008-09-18T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:04:01.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change..</title><content type='html'>Well, everyone is aware of the political change in the midst of the global change. Everywhere people are hearing about their government change. US, Pakistan, Taiwan, BEST still Our Nation. What is happening? How can the countries are going in the spontaneous change without realizing ?  And as Christian what is our role amidst this change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To raise it along hand in hand, we may have close by to forget the moment when the world trade centre crumble down, and the disaster that struck Indonesia over and over again. Thousands were dead, China’s earthquake thousands again were dead. Put in together, Middle East bloodshed was just like yesterday’s nightmare. Are we missing the point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the world driven into? What is the world now desperately seeking? All of the world’s glories now one by one are being torn into pieces. The entire the humanity is driving itself into desperate need. A need for PERFECT King. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah in the Chapter 6, he started of  with; In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Summary: &lt;br /&gt;- King Uzziah died; a kingdom without a perfect king, and the whole country is mourning. &lt;br /&gt;- Significantly, Isaiah is in the temple could suggest he is seeking for an answer for the situation. &lt;br /&gt;- Go on to verse 8; Isaiah receive a calling. A very prominent calling, Call to tell the world about the Messiah ( the Anointed King). &lt;br /&gt;- Thereafter Isaiah was preaching with life and death about the coming messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians, are we there to pray. Are we seeking answer from God. Things are happening, especially in our nation. Are we Praying ? honestly coming from me, I sense the urgency, but I myself find it hard to pray for my nation. I plunge my head on news channels and website. Somehow seeking answer. Somehow Bernama TV and Malaysiakini, could give me an answer or an update to the situation. Somehow I will find an answer, but I think no the answer is not there. It’s here, It’s with the King of Kings. He is doing the change we are to pray and seek him for the answer. I urge you brethren, Let’s Pray for our Nation … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the need for messenger of God, to tell the whole world about his Coming? It is very close. Closer than you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long Blog, I was having second thought of posting this but I think I just want God’s people see thing in His view. Our Nation need Jesus. The real new Dawn for our Nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-3806718357148475462?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/3806718357148475462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=3806718357148475462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/3806718357148475462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/3806718357148475462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/09/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change..'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-3590779985680799763</id><published>2008-09-16T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:53:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus- my Goal-Keeper</title><content type='html'>Erm, Seriously I really wanted to stop posting things about Futsal, I pray to make this a last one :P anyway, as of the title above ( beginning to sound like email ),  Ya, Jesus my goalkeeper,  why ..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well here is why,  I was doing some thinking,  and somehow I was inspired a message from the game while I was playing it.  Christian walk is  like a futsal game, we are all playing either defender or striker, against the kingdom of darkness. The ball represent Sins/failures/shames/curses and all the other negative things. We are at this war with the enemy, trying to goal the ball the opposite team so that we don’t have to bear it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we are at this game, remember we are not playing a single role game like badminton, we are in a team of Christians together. Warring, with the help of the brethren (no, I am not referring to denominations), we are to make a good team player to kick the goal in. Many time we need to do defense or striking.  But if we fail … we need to remember, Jesus is our Goal-keeper, no he is not going to fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn’t gives us a room to be negligence, we need to do defense and striking as we are called to be in the game, just because we are having almighty God to stand in as goal-keeper, doesn’t mean we have won the game( which he already won). We need to give the BEST of our defense and play the best team game to get the ball into the enemy’s goal post. Thus make us the victor in Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really trying to shorten my blog as I receive feedback that my blog is long long . so I want to stop it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For His Glory, &lt;br /&gt;Been made Alive,&lt;br /&gt;To tell the world; He is Alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-3590779985680799763?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/3590779985680799763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=3590779985680799763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/3590779985680799763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/3590779985680799763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-my-goal-keeper.html' title='Jesus- my Goal-Keeper'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-5689100540814915888</id><published>2008-09-15T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:23:24.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPTEMBER 14,2008</title><content type='html'>Ya it’s about September 14, 2008 , The day to remember, really, The day I know that nothing is impossible With God …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha .. it’s a day to remember for me cause this is the day I actually scored in my First Goal, beat the odd I can never play the game, to be just able to play the game and now score the game that I once hated with all my heart, soul and spirit. Really a defining moment for me. I know there is no word on this earth express the feeling, not when I know I can’t make it, but by God’s grace I made it. The feeling is close to David when he sling the shot on goliath. It’s really an experience , want to know more…  you got experience yourself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s also another day to remember for me, because not just the game. I also beat the odd on something that I can never possibly do, but by God’s Grace I do it. Yes that is doing PA in my church. As some of you may know, I am really one-sided deaf, controlling sound and effects it’s like impossible. But I didn’t mark myself with my disability, I want to break the limit, soar on wings of eagle, I took it as challenge. With the help of Hueyuen, wow.. I learn millions of thing that day alone. It’s experience for me. Walking out of my inferiority complexity more like low self-esteem. Now I see myself in different angle. I am breaking free from all that is stopping me from moving forward. All that hold me back now they have no hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Hold that I have now is JESUS holding me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-5689100540814915888?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/5689100540814915888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=5689100540814915888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/5689100540814915888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/5689100540814915888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-142008.html' title='SEPTEMBER 14,2008'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-5300397033265002256</id><published>2008-09-07T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:53:13.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal Game..</title><content type='html'>Er, I was really thinking where to start my blog with, because there have been so many things that happens in my life and that I  begin to lose sight of bringing glory back to God.  So I decided to praise God in this area first, of as of my previous post, Yes it’s all begins with Church of  Praise, not denying that, but Futsal was the initial point. To me it’s like the altar that I can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it’s all started with Tommie (my CG leader), invite me to a futsal game, that was like my third time in the church, everyone still a stranger to me. And Futsal is also a stranger to me. Well my whole purpose of going to the game was to make more friend as of that point was really lonely, and I know my life needed much more than just family. Well that was drive me to the game, in the name of fellowshipping. Even when I decided to go, I already build a scene where everyone start hating for not be able to kick even the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind, I was like sort of testing the patience of these people are they really willing to put up with some one barely can kick a ball.  I never kicked the ball before, TRULY, as heaven is my witness and God who is in the throne shall judge me so severely if I am lying on these, I never really played futsal ever before. All I can ever remember was being rejected from that game. That makes me grow up in severe loneliness. Because I hated myself for not be able to play that game and my friend rejects me for that.  That game really has  heavy bitter roots that been growing for 2 over decades. If any of my uni-friends would remember, everywhere I go I make fun of the stupidity of the game. And I would make strong statement like I hate football with all my heart, soul and Spirit. Bless the Samaritan who said the prayer for me to come to the understanding of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the spiritual deliverance comes in, I was so growing up with the bitter roots makes me never been iconic man, which I always strive for. For those who know closely,  watch the way I dress, it’s not that I am so fashion-concerned, It’s my strife to reach the iconic man which I always dreamt. I wanted so much to be an idol at least just to someone. So much I wanted Attention; yes I was suffering severe lack of attention. And then I fuh I was in the game, played the game as lousy as no one could beat me in lousiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some is definitely different this time. For my very first time in my life, for the very first time, I heard a loud voice cheering for me.  A loud voice is coming out  from someone I barely know him that well then. It’s Samuel Chia, a guy from that church, who did the shout,  “ Good one, Naresh!!”, then I realize that was my first kick on the field. I actually managed to kick the ball. Not a Goal in fact till today I haven’t scored in. My days are coming I will one day score in. But this was like words can’t explain, what it’s had done in the spiritual realms, broke thousands of wall. I secretly was suffering from low self esteem and inferiority Complex. But any of my action externally was living in denial of someone suffering from that, seriously, can’t believe it had happen. I saw so many spiritual walls, crumbling down. TOO OOOOO many layers of wall broke free. The scenery for me was like, When Joshua Call out a triumph loud cry and trumpet sound that made the city of jericho’s wall down. Everything come crumbling down. Well I never had a day I actually walk in and tell Samuel how much that shout meant for me.  But it’s definitely broke down. It took me this long to actually share it out. Because halfway, I was skeptical of the freedom I had. But I lived long enough this day to share it for the Glory of God, I am now FREEE.. REALLY FREEE…  To those who know personally, or you are reading my blog and heard about my past before. Well, those days were like so impossible, but I know now, it’s possible. I also wants sincerely to apologize for leaving false confidence in everyone last time, because every time I think I am changed and bring about the confidence that I am changed but I am not and certainly  was tough time for those who were walking along side with me. But now is definitely different.  This Change is not Done by me, It’s Done by God, For unto eternity it can’t be changed unless I Choose to go back to my own mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second person I really want to thank is Uncle Teoh, REALLY all I my life never met such caring and humble man. He was like a man hardly give up almost anything. He was like father to the fatherless generation in my church. ( I hope his children don’t stone me ),  I barely have dialogue with him, except in the game, but even in the game, he always warm me into the game and never let me give up, at time I fall, at times the ball bounce on my head and give me head spin, Guess who run to give me aid and make me back to the game, if not for Uncle Teoh, I would have loose sight. Really thank God for people like him in the church would organize events that really bonds everyone in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game meant a lot for me. Real a lot for me.  It bring back the childhood I lost. It cures my rejection from having friends. It restores me from my loneliness to a leader. ( read my other blog to under this : &lt;a href="http://apostlenaresh.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://apostlenaresh.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;). It completely restores me and lead me to the right track with God. Not even in my wildest dream, wildest imagination I would have dream about this. But it has finaly come. It is finally here, Thanks for praying for me. Now I am that you have prayed me for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLORY only BELONGS to GOD, not to futsal Game, IT’s just an instrument God use to bring about the deliverance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-5300397033265002256?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/5300397033265002256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=5300397033265002256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/5300397033265002256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/5300397033265002256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/09/futsal-game.html' title='Futsal Game..'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726362475161465220.post-7462292314675494791</id><published>2008-08-27T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:34:51.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all begin in Church of Praise :)</title><content type='html'>under construction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6726362475161465220-7462292314675494791?l=apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/feeds/7462292314675494791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6726362475161465220&amp;postID=7462292314675494791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/7462292314675494791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6726362475161465220/posts/default/7462292314675494791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apostlenaresh1.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-all-begin-in-church-of-praise.html' title='It&apos;s all begin in Church of Praise :)'/><author><name>apostlenaresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836880199519000223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX0qIl71Ark/SLUClvlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TIG7Kz1_N1I/S220/1_745215127l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
