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9/09/2010


Surprising huh? Yes, I am dead. Don’t you wonder when I say I am dead, because I am dead already. Let's see if you are also included the dead.
This is a revelation that the Lord opened to me lately. I hope you do not think I’m bringing a new teaching or new doctrine and theology of the death! I don’t call it a doctrine because it is not a doctrine, I am just sharing what I learned in my life.
I can say, this year is a year of process for me. Many unexpected things happened in my life this year. Rejection, betrayal, disappointment, humiliation, being despised without reason, and went through many hard times in life. I was willing to be disappointed in God and stop hoping in Him. How not, I was almost got my dream when suddenly I was cheated and someone else gets what I think is a blessing for myself. Plus the challenge that I got from a church member who thinks my music bothers her as she is worshiping, so she hates me and eventually moved out of the church. I lost an opportunity which I think is the chance of a lifetime to make my dream come true. My rights were taken and given to others, being despised, even humiliated in the public. But this is what I learned, in Galatians 2:20 says " I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me..."
We're already dead, Christ who is now living.
What I am trying to say is, in facing insults, humiliation, ridicule, when we are shamed and even humiliated, sometimes we have to become like the dead. You got what I mean now? Yes to be like the dead. Have you ever seen a dead man feels offended when he is humiliated? Have you ever seen a dead man gets mad when his rights are taken away from him? Or have you seen a dead man slaps back when he was slapped? In fact, whatever you do to a dead man he will just remain calm. Even if he can talk, do you know what would he say? "I'm fine, I no longer feel the pain so it would in vain for you to beat me or humiliate me. I FEEL IT NO MORE! "
Yups, a dead man no longer feel pain. So, deal with disappointment, humiliation like a dead man. Whatever someone does to you, just say "I'm fine, I'm dead anyway, why should I bother myself with broken heart or things like that which are definitely not going to build myself?" A dead man lays down his right and surrenders even when he is treated unfairly.
Jesus himself once said "If someone slaps your left cheek, give also your right cheek"
A DEAD MAN FEELS PAIN NO MORE!
So now, have you been a dead man?

Hopefully what I share today is useful for you.

God bless.

~ Jack Loloin ~

The bible says, if you know what is good but you don't do it, you sin!

Lets say someone is poisoned right in front of you and is dying, you know and you do have the cure but you don't give it to him. He'll die and you will be counted guilty and the judgje will charge you for indirect murder! The same is true when you know the unbelievers are going to hell but you don't share the gospel with them. They'll die but God will hold you responsible!

DUTY CALLS!

BLESS YOU ALL
~JACK L~

9/04/2010



I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.
The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.
“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.
“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’
“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’
“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’
“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.
He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.”
Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace. He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”
“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.”

BLESS YOU
~JACK LOLOIN~


A young man who had been raised as an atheist was training to be an Olympic diver. The only religious influence in his life came from his outspoken Christian friend. The young diver never really paid much attention to his friend's sermons, but he heard them often. One night the diver went to the indoor pool at the college he attended. The lights were all off, but as the pool had big skylights and the moon was bright, there was plenty of light to practice by.
The young man climbed up to the highest diving board and as he turned his back to the pool on the edge of the board and extended his arms out, he saw his shadow on the wall. The shadow of his body, was in the shape of a cross. Instead of diving, he knelt down and finally asked God to come into his life. As the young man knelt, a maintenance man walked in and turned the lights on. The pool had been drained for repairs.
ROMANS 8:28

Sang penyelam

Ada seorang pria muda yang dibesarkan sebagai ateis yang sedang dalam pelatihan untuk menjadi penyelam Olimpiade. Satu-satunya pengaruh agama dalam hidupnya datang dari teman Kristennya yang vokal. Si penyelam muda ini tidak pernah benar-benar memperhatian khotbah temannya, tapi dia sering mendengar mereka. Suatu malam penyelam itu pergi ke kolam renang indoor di kampusnya. Lampu-lampu semua mati, tetapi karena kolam itu mendapati cahaya dari langit dan bulan yang cerah, ada cukup cahaya untuk berlatih.
Anak muda itu naik ke papan loncat tertinggi dan saat ia berbalik ke kolam di tepi papan dan merentangkan lengannya, ia melihat bayangannya di dinding. Bayangan tubuhnya, membentuk salib. Tidak jadi menyelam iapun berlutut dan akhirnya meminta kepada Tuhan untuk masuk dalam hidupnya. Saat sedang berlutut , seorang petugas pemeliharaan kolam masuk dan menyalakan lampu. Ternyata kolam itu telah dikeringkan untuk perbaikan.


A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint.
The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into a pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.
Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?"
The father went home and committed suicide.
Think about the story the next time you see someone spill milk at a dinner table or hear a baby crying. Think first before you lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.
Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. Understand and love.


INDONESIAN TRANSLATION

Seorang pria keluar dari rumahnya dan mengagumi truk barunya. Betapa bingun dan kagetnya ia mendapati anaknya yang berusia tiga tahun bermain dengan gembira menempa hingga penyok dan merusak cat yang mengkilap dari mobilnya
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Pria itu berlari ke anaknya, mengetok kepalanya sebagai hukuman dan memukul tangan anak kecil itu hingga hancur. Ketika sang ayah sudah tenang, ia bergegas membawa anaknya ke rumah sakit.

Walaupun dokter berusaha keras untuk menyelamatkan tulang-tulang yang hancur, ia akhirnya harus mengamputasi jari-jari dari kedua tangan anak itu. Ketika anak itu sadar setelah operasi & melihat lilitan perban, ia dengan polosnya berkata, "Ayah, aku minta maaf atas trukmu." Dan ia melanjutkan pertanyaannya, "tetapi kapan jari-jariku akan tumbuh kembali?"

Dengan penuh penyesalan sang ayah pulang ke rumah dan akhirnya bunuh diri.

Ingatlah cerita ini suatu saat ketika Anda melihat seseorang yang terlalu cepat bertindak.. Pikirkan terlebih dahulu sebelum Anda kehilangan kesabaran Anda terhadap orang yang anda kasihi. Truk dapat diperbaiki. Patah tulang & sakit hati sering tidak bias diperbaiki. Terlalu sering kita gagal untuk mengenali perbedaan antara orang dan tindakan. Semua orang pasti melakukan kesalahan. Kitapun sering melakukan kesalahan. Namun tindakan yang kita ambil di tengah amarah akan menghantui kita selamanya.

Sejenak coba renungkan. Berpikirlah sebelum bertindak. Bersabar. Coba mengerti dan mengasihi.


Blessing to you all

~Jack Loloin~


Author: Helen Roseveare, a doctor missionary from England to Zaire, Africa

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but inspite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator) and no special feeding facilities.
Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly witht reacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates.
"And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.
As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
"All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed,"send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby'll be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen"? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hotwater bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel! I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.
From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the... could itreally be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes! A brand-new, rubberhot water bottle! I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!
Looking up at me, she asked, "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months! Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before - in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."
"Before they call, I will answer!"
Isaiah 65:24
when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody You want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.
Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer's elder children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy.

Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines. They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.
Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition.
His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."
All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over,
"No...no...no...no."

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly,
"No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look, look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother...for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."
The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one, no one, ever makes it alone!




Indonesian translation

Pada abad kelima belas, di sebuah desa kecil dekat Nuremberg, tinggallah satu keluarga dengan delapan belas anak-anak. Delapan belas! Untuk tetap dapat menyajikan makanan di meja bagi jumlah besar ini, ayah sekaligus kepala rumah tangga, seorang tukang emas, bekerja hampir delapan belas jam sehari di perdagangan dan melakukan setiap tugas lain yang bisa ditemukan di lingkungannya

Meskipun kondisi mereka tampaknya putus asa, dua dari anak-anak sulung Albrecht Dürer bermimpi. Mereka berdua ingin mengejar bakat mereka untuk seni, tetapi mereka tahu benar bahwa ayah mereka tidak akan pernah mampu mengirim salah satu dari mereka ke Nuremberg untuk belajar di Akademi.
Setelah diskusi panjang di malam hari di tempat tidur mereka yang penuh sesak, kedua anak laki-laki itu akhirnya berhasil mencapai kesepakatan. Mereka melemparkan sebuah koin. Pihak yang kalah akan turun ke tambang terdekat dan dengan penghasilannya, memberi dukungan bagi saudaranya kuliah di akademi.

Kemudian, ketika saudara yang memenangkan undian menyelesaikan studinya, dalam empat tahun, ia akan mendukung saudara lainnya di akademi, baik dengan penjualan karya seninya atau, jika perlu, juga dengan mengusahakan di tambang. Mereka melemparkan koin pada pagi hari Minggu setelah gereja. Albrecht Dürer memenangkan undian dan pergi ke Nuremberg.
Sedangkan Albert turun ke tambang berbahaya dan selama empat tahun ke depan, membiayai adiknya, yang mana pekerjaaan seninya di akademi mendapat sensasi langsung. Sketsa Albrecht, pahatan kayu, dan minyak-nya jauh lebih baik dibandingkan dengan sebagian besar profesornya, dan pada saat ia lulus, ia mulai mendapatkan biaya yang cukup besar untuk karya-karya yang dia kerjakan.

Ketika seniman muda itu kembali ke desanya, keluarga Dürer mengadakan pesta makan malam di halaman mereka untuk merayakan kemenangan dan kepulangan Albrecht. Setelah makan malam yang panjang dan mengesankan, diselingi dengan musik dan tawa, Albrecht bangkit dari posisi terhormat di ujung meja untuk bersulang bagi saudara tercintanya untuk tahun pengorbanan yang telah diberikan bagi Albrecht untuk memenuhi ambisinya.
Kata penutupnya berbunyi, "Dan sekarang, Albert, saudaraku yang diberkati, sekarang giliranmu. Sekarang kau bisa pergi ke Nuremberg untuk mengejar impianmu, dan aku akan menjaminmu."
Semua kepala berpaling ke ujung meja tempat Albert duduk dengan penuh harapan, air mata mengalir di wajah pucatnya, menggeleng, sementara ia terisak dan berulang, berulang mengatakan,
"Tidak .. tidak ... tidak ... tidak."

Akhirnya, Albert bangkit dan menyeka air mata dari pipinya. Dia melirik ke meja panjang dan wajah-wajah yang dicintainya, dan kemudian, memegang tangannya dekat dengan pipi kanan, ia berkata pelan,
"Tidak, saudaraku, aku tidak bisa pergi ke Nuremberg.. Rasanya terlalu terlambat bagiku.
Lihat, lihat apa yang terjadi pada tanganku selama empat tahun di tambang. Tulang-tulang jariku sudah memar dan rapuh, dan belakangan ini aku telah menderita arthritis yang begitu buruk di tangan kananku sehingga memegang gelas untuk kembali bersulang padamu pun aku tidak bisa, apalagi membuat garis-garis halus pada kanvas atau perkamen dengan pena atau kuas. Tidak, saudaraku ... bagiku itu sudah terlambat. "

Lebih dari 450 tahun telah berlalu. Sekarang, ratusan potret mahakarya Albrecht Dürer, pena dan sketsa titik perak, cat air, arang, teknik cukil kayu, dan ukiran tembaganya menggantung di setiap museum besar di dunia, tapi kemungkinan besar Anda, seperti kebanyakan orang, akrab dengan hanya salah satu dari karya Albrecht Dürer. Lebih dari sekedar akrab dengan hal itu, Anda sangat mungkin memiliki reproduksi dari karyanya menggantung di rumah atau kantor Anda.

Suatu ketika, untuk memberi penghormatan pada Albert untuk semua yang telah dikorbankan, Albrecht Dürer dengan susah payah melukis tangan saudaranya dengan telapak tangan tertutup dan jari tipis membentang ke langit. Dia menyebut lukisannya yang luar biasa itu hanya dengan kata"Hands," tetapi seluruh dunia segera membuka hati mereka terhadap karya besar yang penuh kasih itu dan menamainya "Tangan Yang Berdoa."

Jika suatu saat Anda melihat salinan dari karya yang menyentuh, lihatlah dua kali. Biarlah itu menjadi pengingat bagi Anda, bahwa Anda tetap memerlukan seseorang, bahwa tidak ada satupun, tidak ada satupun yang bisa menjalani hidup ini sendiri!

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