<?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-6719712515868550912</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:59:01.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages To Father</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the wind that blows in the night... I come, I go, but none will know of it. Whoever listens, let him listen. But whoever does not, let him forget... This is who I am.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-5013520844932947471</id><published>2011-04-06T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:44:40.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is closing.</title><content type='html'>Everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just went to tell you that I am about to close this blog. I won't be deleting it, but I won't update it neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started a new blog called Ripples with a bunch of my friends, which also comes with a slightly different concept. Why don't you go and check it out? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.rippling-ripples.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-5013520844932947471?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/5013520844932947471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=5013520844932947471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/5013520844932947471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/5013520844932947471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-blog-is-closing.html' title='This blog is closing.'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-1898109374134245279</id><published>2009-07-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:33:21.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 11#</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What wonderful verse You have gave me on the first day I began reading on “The Daily Bread”. It may be the outdated December - February issue, but the spiritual bread has served me well. Thank You. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I know that I have gone through almost the same thing back in Camp Cameron, but again, I am one who is lacking in faith and one who is always struggling and disobeying you. Darkness seemed to return again into the shadows of my heart, but I now know that it is because that I have slipped and have turned away from You that it has returned. You have never abandoned me, but it is me who is careless and self - centred in nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Whenever I turned away from Your ways, the darkness always seeps in again without me noticing, and here I am again in my pathetic and depressed state. I have always came back to You weary and wounded, but praise You and thank You, for You are always there for me to seek healing and restoration from You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Often I wondered, why… But again, as what You have taught me all this while, that is obviously a stupid question to ask - because this is who You are, and the fact that You love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ah, what pleasant weather and what soothing wind, as I feel Your presence today at this very moment. It really sad though that I am not really the type who enjoys direct sunlight as I am typing this, but I can really say that it did give a pleasant environment to be inspired and write right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Over and over, darkness creeps again, but You are always there for me when I turn for You in despair, knowing how lacking I am without You. Rejections, depressions, sorrows, and pain which I have underwent in times of darkness, vanish when I have my focus back to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This may be something which most might find not very interesting or very insightful compared to the previous posts… because this is something which I feel is something which everyone goes through from time to time in their lives but failed to notice. This may just be something plain which is going through in my life, but again - I am a plain normal Christian here, and I am not ashamed to admit that I am nothing special but am equal with the rest of my brothers and sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I may be a reject before the people around me… I may be spending most of my time feeling hurt and lonesome… But still, the light of dawn still shines on me. And with the beginning of the day, comes new work for my beloved Master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And another thing. I supposed I will not plan to insert anymore new post here any longer. Thinking back, I realized that I may not need this blog any longer… since I already have a new one which I feel is more suited to my current spiritual growth. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My old shell’s cracking and peeling away… Time for me to adorn myself in a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Again, the night has passed away. Dawn has awaken. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seymour Nightweaver&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;(15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-1898109374134245279?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/1898109374134245279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=1898109374134245279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/1898109374134245279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/1898109374134245279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-11.html' title='Message 11#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-7811470704465647462</id><published>2009-06-11T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:38:10.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Wind Returns</title><content type='html'>I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have changed since I last typed out something here in this blog, and there are so many things which I have realized throughout the three weeks’ 2009 Camp Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night wind has been blowing more and more frequent ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things, so many events. So many breakthroughs, so many mistakes. All learnt, all experienced… How short is that three weeks before my eyes but yet… the things I have obtained during that period will be sure to last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the person whom I am in the past, I am still the same… Nothing much have changed. In fact, I felt that I have gotten fatter. But deep inside, I knew that my existence has been given much more meaning, and much more purpose - all because I have learnt more on the One who has created me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have begun to see that I have developed a rather strange inclination for randomness in my attitude and conduct. Everyone noticed that as well, but after spending some time to think and dwell upon this matter… I realized that perhaps, I am not being random at all. Unpredictable? Yes. But just because I have begun liking to do things which are rather spontaneous and unexpected does not mean that I am being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about.” - Genesis 22:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one event in the Bible that I see as something much unexpected. All the sudden, God decided to command Abraham to sacrifice the son God Himself has given to him in the first place - Abraham’s only and beloved son; but it is not something which happened randomly. God certainly did not give that command by chance, and because Abraham chose not to withhold his only son, Isaac, to God, he was blessed for his obedience (Genesis 22:16-18).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage struck me as I read through a book called “The Ragamuffin Gospel”, page 35; and here an interesting quote from the same page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“when I look at that God, the God of Abraham, I feel that I’m near a real God, not the sort of dignified, businesslike, Rotary Club God we chatter about here on Sunday morning. Abraham’s God could blow a man to bits, give and then take a child, ask for everything from a person, and then want more. I want to know that God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely I want to know that kind of God as well, but not merely because that He is being radical or different - but it is because I know that this is the kind of God this world needs, and it is also the same reason which makes Him so real and living to me. The God I want to believe in is not a God of Legalism or Good Works or any other similar form of rubbish which we humans have created out of our stupidity and ignorance, because I know… that is not God. The God who first came to me, the God who stayed with me, and the God who will be with me for the days to come, whom I realized I known from the start, is a God who can never be found sitting on the fence, who is always full of surprises (with the occasional sense of humour), and a God who is perfect in all ways, but yet because He is perfect, I can come to Him as who I am - no extras, no self - beating, and definitely no butt - kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to me and saved me when I have nothing; He stayed with me when I have nothing and even though I will have nothing good to offer Him for the rest of my life - nothing more, and definitely nothing less, I can always be sure He will be with me. The God I know, never expect me to do things to earn brownie points from Him (which to me, is a total nonsense), but He is a God whom I will be honoured to serve as much as I can afford just for the simple reason that He loves me. He is a God of Relationships - radical, unpredictable at times… but always constant, always faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a God who keeps me going even when I do not expect anything in return, because I choose to serve Him out of joy. It is joyful to know that I have such a God, and to serve Him alone would be a joyful privilege as well. Of course His rewards are abundant and eternal; I know that as well as all of you, but when I began to see the bigger picture behind our relationship… I realized that all this while; I have served Him just because that to be a part of this relationship alone is heaven. I never looked at His rewards, or even have the need to think about them, because His presence alone is just what I needed. The best part? Everything else will follow after that. It comes in a package even though I did not ask for it in the first place. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All have been given. All provided even though we have nothing in return. If this is not grace, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three weeks I have been taking the time to know God even better and I have began to be more attentive to what He wants from me. I know, sometimes I am just stubborn and a helpless idiot. Well, I am after all… human to start with. But one thing I know, I try to listen, I try to discern, and I will do what I can afford to. Sometimes, things can go unpredictable, but God will never test me or assign me with things that are more than I am able to. I can always trust Him on this. God is good, all the time~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Looks like I’m done for now. If there’s anything else, I will write again in another blog post but for now, my work is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wind passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 8th June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-7811470704465647462?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/7811470704465647462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=7811470704465647462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/7811470704465647462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/7811470704465647462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-wind-returns.html' title='The Night Wind Returns'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-8973400712293194795</id><published>2009-04-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:44:32.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Wind</title><content type='html'>The wind is awesome tonight. Gently blowing, it cools off the day’s tension and lethargy. It is a wonderful gift from God, created by His own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened lately. Some which God has used to shook me to the core, while others He has used to strengthen me for what future is about to unveil upon me. This is a moment of trial, and I am determined to hold on no matter what. When I have decided to embrace the truth, there is no turning back. That is how it is going to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning back to the gentle caressing wind: How nice it is if I could be like you. You are so free to roam this Earth, and your have abilities so pleasing to many people who knows how to appreciate your presence. Most importantly, there is no need for you to be bound to any form of worldly sufferings and trials. I know I am made a human by God for good reasons, but I still cannot help envying the freedom you are enjoying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great would it be if I am just granted your ability to travel the many places that I have been longing to go… There are so many people whom I really wished that I could meet and have a chat with them after not being able to see them for so long, who are now in places so far away from the Penang Island. Even if I have both the time and money, it would still take hours to reach even one of these places, and I certainly will not be able to go to all the places at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I feel your presence, I will always remember all those wishes and dreams… Yes, dreams of me floating in the night sky in search of the places I wanted to go and those people whom I longed of meeting. There are so many things that I wish to tell and share with them, and there are also so many things which I also want to hear from them… Their tales, their lives, and how all of them are doing right now - all this I want to hear, all this I want to find out. There is nothing better than to meet back old friends and rekindle the flames which have long cooled off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore please… Whenever you feel the presence of the night wind blowing upon your cheeks, or when it is there to accompany you in times of sadness or loneliness, please remember me - and how much I am yearning to meet you all, dear friends. May the wind’s whispers remind you that I will constantly praying for all of you, and that even though all of you may not be able feel it, I am still cherishing our friendship. The night wind may bring no meaning or significance to most people, but it does to me. As much as it inspires and invigorates me, I hope all of you will at least remember how much I like it, and be reminded of me - as a friend (and to some of you, a brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a week ago, I read a blog post from a senior of mine, telling of her worries and anxieties as she was taking a walk at three in the morning…  I know that a huge distance is in between both of us, but if you are reading this post right now, I really would like to tell you that I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really imagine how late it is already, but it is still too early for me to sleep. It is still two and a half hour before 7am, and until then, I would like to spend the remaining time with my beloved Creator, Friend and Master - who has gone all the way to redeem me and to make me new again. Praise Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEYMOUR NIGHTWEAVER   (15th April 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-8973400712293194795?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/8973400712293194795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=8973400712293194795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/8973400712293194795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/8973400712293194795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-wind.html' title='The Night Wind'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-727205695071987285</id><published>2009-04-11T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:25:16.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nameless</title><content type='html'>The name I once had is now just a tiny fragment of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? There is no need to know the name of one who has chosen to be forsaken, forgotten and disowned by his kind. Just call me, Nameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may still be breathing and my flesh still dwell within this fallen realm… but I am no longer belonged here, nor should I have any obligation to feel so. Cursed to become an ethereal being and banished into another plane of existence parallel to my realm, or so how my old kinsmen would have perceived of me through my exile when they have found out what I have done - but so be it. Perhaps this is how my life is supposed to be from now onwards, as the blood I have rejected continued to flow within my veins. I have already foreseen the dilemma and struggle that is about to come with the choice I am forced to make, but deep inside I know that my decision has never been clearer. There is no way I can ever go back to I once am in the past, and it would be a wiser choice to do it now rather than to wait for the storm to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maverick like me is only suited to become a wandering hermit - homeless and desolate, as I am already cut - off from my own kind and heritage. My old life has been completely shattered, together with who I once was. Therefore, there is no significance for me to hold my old name any longer. I am but a new self, with a new breath of raw life. I am a stranger even to myself, and not forgetting those who has once known me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past has never been as bitter as how I taste it now, but it is still something which is still not worth hating for. I blame no one for his or her ignorance, and I condemn no one for following their laws and traditions and to go against those who did not, though I still feel that all that has happened to me are still evitable if they can just open their selves and listen. Savage rage is still flowing wildly in my blood, but it is now slowly being subdued as these feelings has been separated from their sources of power. Love is what I am trying to learn right now, and even is they are to see me as a enemy, to love them would still be one of my life’s obligations. I no longer have the need for violence, nor do I have any more need to drink from the Demonic Fountain of Anger (that has once empowered me in the past) since there is no need for me to bring my hatred along with me anymore. I may be lethargic without my strength, but my heart is now in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have no right to condemn, as I myself am also as condemned and pathetic as all the rest of them. How intense is the feeling of sarcasm and self - pity within me to look back at the times when I once boasted of my intellect and intelligence, but have now fallen so far from my old pride knowing that all my boastings has added up to my foolishness today. Never before I realize that to exist alone is so tiring and frustrating - not because that the lethargy is something that has to happen but it is because of the burdens each people has added unto each others’ existence, for selfish gains or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What life have prepared before me may seem harsh and unforgiving especially through the way I am describing it now, and it would have been that way if I have choose to forsake myself for any reason other that the one that has brought me here today. Though the path which my choice has led me may not be able to bring honour to my kin (I have no choice, as to honour them would be to deny what truth I have discovered of myself), it is one full of grace and mercy. The fog that lies ahead of me is still there unmoved, but at least I am sure that as long as I do not stray, I will eventually fulfil what I have been entrusted with on the day of my birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now facing desolation if I am to be rejected by my own (which is something I am expecting), but I have received a new family in exchange. By grace I found a new one to belong to, and it is not one that is bound by blood, but it is by spirit and the divine who watches over it. I have become a whole new person as I am welcomed into the fold, and since then I have been growing under the care of my new brothers and sisters. Even though I still need time to complete my metamorphosis from my past, I can already see old wounds slowly healing, and my strength returned - a new kind of strength which I have never seen before. But most importantly, I have found the person I am looking for all this while. I have been searching high and low for this very person… and until this very day I still could not really believe that the friend whom I have been seeking for has been so close to me right from the beginning. Nevertheless, I have found a new shelter, a new guide, and a new source of power to draw my strength from (though I am still bound to the burdens which others have place upon my life)… and with the family I am now a part of, I have found a new home to return to and rest every time I return from my wanderings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking back on what I have written here, perhaps I have been too judgemental towards my own kind as well - and it would be even better if I am wrong. They may choose to understand the reason behind the path I have taken, they may decide still choose not to relinquish our ties after all despite what have become of me… But for now, I am better off this way - with the freedom to pursue the direction I want over the course of life which has been given to me by those who have brought me into this world. I may be exiled from my land, but I am now free; though I know that my freedom has come with a great price…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are your next directions? I cannot wait any longer for a new adventure. Lead the way deep into the wilderness, to where I am to fulfil my purpose and to live the glory out of my accomplishment for you. You claim that you hold the truth, so show it to me that you do. As for my identity, you know better that I am no longer who I once am (nor I have the need for it) - because I am who I am now for what you have done for me. At the same time, I also no longer have the desire to continue writing this any longer. The more time I spent writing and pondering about this, the more I felt that all the efforts that I have placed on writing these papers are useless and insignificant to me. My past has no more meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my future does, and faith tells me that it is going to change my life forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of this nameless wanderer has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am Nameless, but not Anonymous; because my name is still a name - for I am insignificant before man, but not before the One who has redeemed me…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Seymour Nightweaver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-727205695071987285?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/727205695071987285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=727205695071987285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/727205695071987285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/727205695071987285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2009/04/nameless.html' title='The Nameless'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-1567085443527266015</id><published>2009-02-09T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:50:33.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 10#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“To understand love, to know love in this century when love seemed to no longer exist in this world, one must first be humble to realize that he himself, knows nothing about love, and willing to know more about love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I know that this message may make you feel a little bit awkward, especially if you find the truth that I wish to convey to you difficult to grasp and accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I hope that you are not offended that I wrote a letter to you as an anonymous person. This letter, though it is mainly written for your private and personal problems, is not for you alone. I believe that the message which I am about to convey is not just for you, but actually to all who reads this, to think and ponder about. I am about to talk about something which people generally seem to know about, which in truth, they know nothing about it. That is why apart from sending this letter to you; I am also posting this letter into my blog, so that everyone else may learn from this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that you are an unbeliever, and it is not in my position to speak or argue with you regarding to your choice of religion. I understand and respect your freedom. Though personally I admit that I believe that I am guided and inspired by Him to convey to you what He wishes to tell you, I would still be cautious not to invoke any religious confrontations between you and me, as I wish to approach you as a friend, not as an evangelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to remind you that it is your freedom not to read or stop reading this letter at any time - especially if you personally feel that you disagree with the contents of this letter, or that you feel that I am trying to convince you into embracing Christianity. Let me make this clear to you first before you start reading that you will be reading this at your very own free will. This message is not meant to impart advices, or to teach you by giving you a lengthy lecture, but it is to share with you, a very valuable testimonial about my life – for you to ponder and evaluate on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no hesitancy on what I am about to share with you, then I shall begin my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Since the past few years, I’ve been in a constant but unconscious search for love – how to be lovable, how to be loved, and how to love someone, especially romantic love. I am always wondering, why my friends could get a girlfriend or boyfriend when I couldn’t. How did they do it? How can I do it? How can I ever win a girl’s heart? All this questions were puzzling to me, and to think that people can ever get married and live happily as a family, it’s even more unthinkable to my intellect. Often I think, why girls are not attracted to me, and why am I not suit to be their boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my weaknesses, and I am partially aware of the expectations, of what a girl will expect from me when I become her partner. But still, I am a human, who craves for love, who hungers for affection and care. I too have a desire to be romantically loved by someone who I too can love back the same way she does to me. The bottom line is, I too, want to have a girlfriend (but of course, this desire of mine too often brought me down to despair and depression which I have suffered silently throughout these years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, my heart turns cold towards the world. Subconsciously, I see life in this world as bleak and empty, especially when I am not just “romantically unwanted”, but I also discovered that I can’t even really get along with my own guy friends – to a point that some of them didn’t even give me the respect I deserved. I was once treated so pathetically by my own friends to a point that I didn’t even realize that my self – esteem has been severely shattered. I didn’t even realize that I was bullied, insulted and degraded by my own inner circle. I wasn’t even “human” before their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you know, I did get a girlfriend in the end, much to my own despair and sorrow. I was shackled by an “invisible chain” I made up myself in my subconscious mind by her demands and her constrictive thinking that she only wants the perfect “guy” to be her boyfriend. I was indeed way below her unrealistic requirements, but I was too ignorant of that fact and naïve at that time to realize this truth. I suffered throughout my matriculation year because of her (though I didn’t deny that she too suffered because of me), especially with all the depression and the further destruction of my self – esteem because of my own foolishness. I was lost in my own desire for someone to love me that I would throw away everything else to obtain it - which is not just obviously a certain failure, but also a self – destructive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course later on I did heal, thanks to my beloved brothers and sisters in Christ, for their love and care, but all these were still not enough to satisfy me fully. They were still unable to give me the love I was looking for – the romantic “love” which I have seen with my own eyes around me, which I can say is rightfully mine. Even after so many months after I enter USM, I still found myself helplessly hungry for it, and I was still searching for it despite the fact that my search subconsciously only brings in more disappointments one after another. Deep inside I felt myself as unfulfilling, and there is that seeping feeling of dark hatred which I have accumulated throughout my life from my pain and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this lack of mine isn’t just affecting me in my relationships with others, but it is also affecting me (without me knowing) spiritually. I find myself very difficult to give constant devotion to my Father, and I am aware too that noting much has changed within me since I became a Christian as I keep on sinning and doing things which I am aware are a disgrace to His name. But certainly, He is merciful, and He continued to remain with me and helped me grow, even though I am nothing but a failure to Him after have I embraced Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since last week, my eyes were opened to a truth that I have never expected to realize – that I myself, knows no love. The truth that I myself know nothing about love was dreadful, and it takes humility to swallow – but the truth will continue to stand even if I deny it. It is absolute in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, I realized that I have been very selfish. I always wanted people to love me, but that is all that I have ever thought about. I never really loved people sincerely inside my heart. And please take note that, I am not talking about the conventional form of love which you see around you. What is taught as love by the world (or what people usually think as love) is actually not love at all (especially romantic love). I have been misguided all this while, and I hope that by sharing what I have learned from my experience that you will not stray onto the path I once trodden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, as defined by the majority, does not just mean “loving” others, but love, in fact (from what I have discovered), is the basis of everything. Even all the good and moral values, such as respect, tolerance, kindness, and obedience, all are rooted from love itself. I learned that I can only truly respect others out of love and not fear, and the same goes to the other values. True respect doesn’t come with money, power, or fear, but true respect must come on its own because the people who respect that particular person love him. Then not only will it be true, but also everlasting! I can’t be truly kind to someone if love is not present, not can I give full obedience if I do not do it out of love. I won’t have been exercising punctuality either, for if I love that person who has been waiting for me so much, I wouldn’t have left him or her waiting for me any longer. Isn’t my statement true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if all the good and moral values are actually based on love, everything that I do, which will be moulded by these values, must also be based on love to be done properly – which also covers my romantic relationship with another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone romantically doesn’t just mean chocolates, dates, hugs and having the desire to love both romantically and passionately. It is about EVERYTHING. Same goes to the other kinds of love – to friends, family, others, and even to God Himself. I realized that if I truly love someone, I wouldn’t disobey him, I wouldn’t be rude to him, I wouldn’t be late for our appointments and so on. Again, it covers everything about the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I wondered in the past the truth of 1 John 4:16 that claims that “God is Love”. Yes, it is clearly stated there the three solid words in a single sentence (in that particular verse), and now I realized that it is true after all. As love covers everything, it also means that love itself is also PERFECT and NEVER LACKING. There is not a single speck of selfishness should be found in love, or else love can never be sincere and self – sacrificing. These by itself, are the characteristics of God (But again, all these are from my religious perspective. It is up to you to accept or ignore this statement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly at first, I felt discouraged upon knowing this truth, for now I have realized that the problem does not just lie onto those who have denied me of love, but also onto my failure of not loving them as well. To truly love someone seemed so demanding, as much as for anyone to love me the same way – especially when I am talking about romance. It is so hard not to lust against your partner and not to treat them selfishly (As from what I can see now, only a thin line divides the boundaries of love and obsessive possessiveness towards the person I have feelings to). All this involve all the good and moral values and virtues which make us human, which I can conclude in the end, that love is about treating another person as a human being without degrading them even a single bit – which covers their needs of respect, space, self – expression and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That is all I can share with you for now, because I myself, are also learning on how to truly love others from this point onwards. Of course, it is also another truth that no human being is made perfect (especially in the aspect of loving others), yet I hope that you will not misinterpret this fact and become lax instead in your search for the perfect love. I truly pray that you will find this message helpful and constructive, especially in helping you know what is truly love (especially in defining your own meaning of love), to practice love, and how to recognize love when you see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Remember that the world is a place full of deceptions, and what you see may not be what it seems to be. Love born out of selfishness, is not love at all. It is better to be single rather than to love or be loved selfishly, but when you see true love, embrace it. I am still not in the position to really guide you in how to love others and how others should love you, as I can only share what I have really experienced in my life, but I truly hope that by reading this you will reflect and ponder upon yourself a little bit more about how your life have gone so far, and change the perspectives you have been having towards the people around you and the world in general…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And regarding to you doubting that love still exists in this world, I wish to tell you that as much I want to convince you that love still does, it is really up to you to decide whether the answer is a “Yes” or a “No”. The verdict whether you still believe in love is not decided by your eyes, but it is by your heart and faith, especially when all of us are living in this fallen world. It not about you seeing love with your eyes, but it is about you believing in love, and that you feel that love is real, will then love can become real to you. (From a Christian’s perspective, as I have previously mentioned 1 John 4:16 that “God is love”, this is also the way how we believe that God is real, because though we can’t see Him, we can feel that He is alive in us, and that we have faith that He is the living God. That is how God seem so real not just to me, but to other believers as well). And as for our personal growth, in order to become more loving, it is about us wanting and willing to love, not waiting for others to love us first then only we will love them back (which is a very selfish attitude to have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Before I end, I wish to pray for you that you will be better equipped by reading this in searching for whatever that you wish to seek. I too pray, that God will be with you in every step, and that He will guide you in your growth and journey throughout your life. May His blessings be upon you, and may His will be done, as I finish my final sentence. Take care, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With blessings and prayers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEYMOUR NIGHTWEAVER (9TH FEBRUARY 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-1567085443527266015?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/1567085443527266015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=1567085443527266015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/1567085443527266015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/1567085443527266015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2009/02/message-10.html' title='Message 10#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-6525430924388239386</id><published>2008-12-02T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:53:54.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Message, But I know I Must Post This!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Being with God is always a joyful torment. When you feel fired up for Him, you can't rest, you can't stop, you just want to keep on GOING even when you are tired!!!" - Seymour Nightweaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there must be a reason for me to post this right now... Alright, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, brothers and sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is 4am right now, and I just had a Coke overconsumption over at McD... But I am just feel so fired up that I have been writing these since three hours ago! I do not know whether all of you will agree on what I've been feeling about myself right now, but here goes... I'm not showing off or anything here, but its just... Arrrgh! I just know I must post it here! I just can't sleep thinking about it! It's a bit messy (and I can't separate them because all of them comes together in a set), but hope you all will enjoy them nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's EXACTLY the same one I posted over at our Facebook's PKA group forum... But I just know that I must post it here too! This is the first time that I am really feeling all fired up for Father, but I am really in unrest here until I am done with my work here as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST DON'T SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in peace&lt;br /&gt;enjoying tranquility&lt;br /&gt;The early breath of dawn&lt;br /&gt;or the Holy Father's presence&lt;br /&gt;but people just can't see it&lt;br /&gt;because I don't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in joy&lt;br /&gt;heart in warmth&lt;br /&gt;Before fellowship's bonfire,&lt;br /&gt;and being with everyone&lt;br /&gt;but all never felt it&lt;br /&gt;because I don't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in gratitude&lt;br /&gt;with overflowing love&lt;br /&gt;My beloved sisters in Christ&lt;br /&gt;my fellow supportive brethren&lt;br /&gt;but no one noticed it&lt;br /&gt;because I don't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I'll change&lt;br /&gt;let His will be done&lt;br /&gt;but don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;for depression and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;those chains never bind&lt;br /&gt;my face to this mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips' just too fat&lt;br /&gt;so my smiles gone unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;but you can still see them&lt;br /&gt;straight from my heart&lt;br /&gt;engraved eternally&lt;br /&gt;in strokes and curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowing&lt;br /&gt;from passion's creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me sitting quietly&lt;br /&gt;at the corner of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not isolating myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm just enjoying the fellowship&lt;br /&gt;and the Spirit's presence, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me drowning in darkness&lt;br /&gt;in past anguish or sorrow&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just losing focus&lt;br /&gt;Just knock some sense in me&lt;br /&gt;and bring me back to my present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me depressed&lt;br /&gt;helplessly paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just being forgetful&lt;br /&gt;needing a reminder&lt;br /&gt;to rely on God, not myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me troubled&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what I really wanted&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just confused&lt;br /&gt;caught in my complex self&lt;br /&gt;a metamorphosis, in growing to soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need you all&lt;br /&gt;to guide me, to support me&lt;br /&gt;In my search behind this mask&lt;br /&gt;for the very image&lt;br /&gt;of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told to me&lt;br /&gt;through the Holy Spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT ME, BUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often stumble&lt;br /&gt;I often mislead myself&lt;br /&gt;because I didn't ask for strength&lt;br /&gt;nor listen to Your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often confuse myself&lt;br /&gt;I often deceive myself&lt;br /&gt;because I am seeking my own identity&lt;br /&gt;and not the one in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often bind myself&lt;br /&gt;I often drank my own venom&lt;br /&gt;because I forgot my vine&lt;br /&gt;not seeking Your Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often mess myself up&lt;br /&gt;I often retrogress&lt;br /&gt;because I failed to understand&lt;br /&gt;it's not about me, but You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSPIRED (BY THE HOLY SPIRIT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting idly,&lt;br /&gt;heart in silence,&lt;br /&gt;but without me knowing&lt;br /&gt;it bloomed&lt;br /&gt;like midnight rose&lt;br /&gt;as the Spirit shine&lt;br /&gt;gleaming like moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired&lt;br /&gt;by a strange flame&lt;br /&gt;never scorching, but warm&lt;br /&gt;like embracing wings&lt;br /&gt;it cover me&lt;br /&gt;with a burning passion&lt;br /&gt;gentle, yet powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept silent&lt;br /&gt;as I hear You speak&lt;br /&gt;trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;decoding strange codes&lt;br /&gt;that seemed so familiar&lt;br /&gt;deep inside my core&lt;br /&gt;and put them, on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;and praise You,&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry if I am really acting like a freak or anything... I just know I must post these poems here, and I just want to let go of this burden so that I can finally retire for the night in peace. I really can't sleep right now - I'm just simply burned up and excited all over! Again, I am really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Perhaps it is all because of the unrest I am having all this time whenever I try to find the answer to my own identity... There's no such thing as my own identity, there's only my identity in Christ! My prayer has finally been answered! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seymour Nightweaver   (3rd December 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-6525430924388239386?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/6525430924388239386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=6525430924388239386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/6525430924388239386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/6525430924388239386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-message-but-i-know-i-must-post-this.html' title='Not A Message, But I know I Must Post This!!!'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-5946297471224197916</id><published>2008-12-02T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:16:57.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 8#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;“God has made our world full of abundance, it is just us who made the limits and misused our resources…” – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Today I’ve been thinking… All of us humans have been living in a world full of limitations and lacks. There’re so many people around us who die of starvation or thirst, and many more who lacks many other things such as security, peace, home, clothing and most importantly, love. Taking a look into my life alone, I can see that there so many things which I am lacking especially in the past: love, attention, respect, knowledge and many more apart from mere physical needs…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Father, I have been thinking of everything today, on what this world lacks, what has changed and what has actually caused it in the beginning… Today, what that was supposed to be priceless: life, love, goodness, innocence to name a few, is as worthless as a single piece of paper. Yes, to worth no more than a piece of empty cheque, thanks to the control of economy over our daily lives… We placed everything that we know in our lives a value in this worldly system to begin with, and afterwards we speculate these prices. I am not saying that the world’s economic system is no good after all and we should just stay in the Stone Age right in the beginning, Father, but when whatever that has been created for the good of all has been corrupted and misused, those are the causes to the sufferings we all facing today… Because of greed and selfishness, the monetary system, which originally supposed to help us humans in distributing our resources more effectively such as food, has been the source of our everyday torment, corruption and disintegration of our society. Economic imbalance between nations has cause an uneven distribution of resources among the people, and the materialistic mindset has caused everything on our lives to degrade in value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Father, how all of us have forsaken You in our lives… We often blamed it on somebody else, or to the world in a more collective manner, but how many have really thought about the whole thing thoroughly, on where is the true fault really lies. Money may be the problem in this world, but it is those who misused it who is the true culprit, and everyone is no exception. Everyone is a part of this world’s simple yet complex financial and economic system. Economy may have made everyone feel worthless or powerless in this matter, but the truth is, everyone contributes, no matter how meagre, and so is how the blame must be shared among all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Father, You have made everyone’s lives equal. You have made values like love, faith, grace, mercy, goodness and many more priceless. You have made this world perfect and abundant, but look at what all of us have done! The world has now corrupted, and You know that far better than myself. I am crying to You right now, for I really do not want to live in the world I am living in right now. I can’t imagine how much suffering a person would have to undergo in this cruel and heartless world… Not just for me, but for everyone else, even for those who are yet to come… Father, I know I am really not this kind of person I am now, but I just can’t help thinking of the dread which all of us have to live in today…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Father, where are those who has a heart for You have gone? Where are they now, Father? Are there still goodness in this land apart from Yours, Father? Everything is so abundant around us until this very day, but how limited everything seems when we all try to grasp them with our selfish and filthy hands… Please forgive us for our sins, Father. Please guide us back to You, O’ Father to the way You wanted us to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    So many people have strayed from You. Many have become criminals and prostitutes. Unrest is in the air, and poverty is rampant among the world of abundance You have created. Many have judged and accused You for being unfair, when it is their failure for letting their ignorance conceal them from the real problem – human greed and selfishness. But what can we do to undo this trouble which we invited ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What can we do without You, O’ Father? Your Kingdom is all that we are waiting for, but who knows when it’ll come but You? Till then, we need Your mercy and grace as we Christians face this world before us, Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray to You today, please provide us with the strength and might we need to face this harsh world as we live in it each passing day. Please give us the provisions we needed badly from You, Lord, for our labour will be great and our yoke will be demanding as we struggle to survive in this realm of existence. Please be our beacon of hope, Father, please let Your protective wings be our shelter as we seek spiritual refuge from the world’s atrocities… Please, Father, may Your love continue to be cherished onto those who need it, and may Your hands be on those who deserves to be nurture, for someday, Your Kingdom is coming… May You guide us and not let us stray as we patiently wait for Your coming, and as Your will be done, may the whole Earth praise You, for Your glory and unconditional love which You have blessed us with… Thank You, Father, for all You have done for all of us. In Jesus’ almighty and precious name I pray. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS: And all this is written just because I’m not eating enough for my lunch. What inspiration. Thank You, Father. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seymour Nightweaver (25th November 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-5946297471224197916?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/5946297471224197916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=5946297471224197916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/5946297471224197916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/5946297471224197916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/12/message-8.html' title='Message 8#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-4670543120593668604</id><published>2008-11-19T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:39:54.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 7#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Time is like a mirror. We will never know how much we have changed all these years until the moment when we looked back at it…” – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Never before I have ever imagined the changes that I have gone through during my first six months of USM life… Firstly my ELLS course, then PKA, followed by EPCC and then the USM International Buddies… I learnt so many things throughout the short period of time, and to know that You have always been with me throughout every moment, thank You so much! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ah, finally… Exam’s OVER!!! Yahoo! Praise You for being with me and letting me know that I am never alone in facing this ordeal. Though I admit that I am rather rash (or perhaps, reckless) with this exam with all the early “godspeed” blastoffs out of the exam halls and stunning my fellow course mates with the supersonic departures, but I suppose You have already expected all these to happen… Besides, You know me far better than anyone else in this world right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway Father, back to what I am planning to say out in this post… It has been a while since I last evaluate myself this much. This past two and a half months has been a very reflecting moment for me, just as You willed it to happen, and with the many feedbacks which I have received from the people around me, I was very surprised with how much I have changed in Your nurturing hands… I know, You have heard this from me countless times already, but how can You expect me to not say it again when almost everyday was like a new revelation in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There may be still a few things that remained unchanged throughout this period of time – I’m still a game and anime freak, and I’m still an occasional social dork. Father, what do You think about empiric values that the society practices nowadays? Is that a must for me to do so? Father, You know best that I do not enjoy faking myself out with these kinds of impressions. Besides, You know that I’m very terrible in these kind of things. You made me to be natural, with a concealing character of course (as paradoxically, that is also a part of my natural self), but still, I do not fake up by being someone I am really not to gain attention or popularity... Of course, I realized that many people doesn’t really understand me in the way I think and the things I do (not even myself, funny but true), but that’s me all right. I am a stranger even to myself at times, and sometimes, I can even be rather surprised with what I can do at certain times…&lt;br /&gt;  And though rather unexplainable, but there are certain values about me that I never expected to have after all the bitterness and pain that I have gone through throughout my life. Cheryl is right. I do have a kind heart. Too kind at times perhaps, but its good of course. She may not know me as long as Sharon or Genevie or the rest of my beloved sisters in Christ, but she is right. Only You know how can I still have kindness in my heart after all the things that I’ve went through in my life, Father. Oh well, I guess if You wills it, it’ll happen. You’re almighty with powers without boundaries, what can say about these kinds of things when Your hands are working on it? But of course, praise You Father for sustaining the goodness within me despite all the sorrow and bitterness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Perhaps, I should start preparing something for the UTAR girls this Sunday. Its not everyday a person get to meet nice pretty girls nowadays. Perhaps its because I have a soft spot for women, especially good looking and kind hearted ones (same goes to Sharon, Genevie, Lydia and the rest of the sisters), but as long as it brings joy to everyone, it doesn’t really matter even if I am going to become a softie. Father, You know my weaknesses, and You know the best ways to mould me into the way You wanted me to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Father, what can I say for the joy I am sharing now with my brothers and sisters in PKA? How can I praise You with a praise worthy of Your Grace? Too bad I am not much of a good son. Disobedience, rebellious, sinful… Only countless thanksgivings I can give for Your Grace in Your Forgiveness… Definitely far inferior in value with what You have given me. But You accepted it anyway, You still accept whatever I can give to You… Sometimes true perfection, especially perfect love, can be really queer, not because it is actually queer in nature, but it is because we mortals could not recognize it for we cannot find it anymore in our realm of existence. The world has fallen and filled with evil beyond description. How much does the human race needs Your presence right now… It’s really depressing to see people nowadays being ignorant of the Truth and even worse, twisting the Truth into falsehood. I do not know what to say anymore… But I know You are in charge, and that’s all that I need to know. You are my Shepherd, and I found comfort in Your rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Honestly, sometimes I really find You as someone who is really weird and eccentric… True perfection is indeed not like what we mortals really think it is, as our mind and intellect by itself is imperfect in nature, as I learnt this fact personally from You… So though my opinion may seem so, please don’t take it seriously (which is something that I do not need to worry about for I know You won’t). Indeed, there is no one like You, Father. Often I wondered how would You be if You are truly human… But wait, there’s Jesus! Praise You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As personal as this can be, I do not want to be bothered about it at all. It's my relationship with You anyway. Just You and me, and no one else. You are my personal Lord and Saviour, not public, and so, I wish to make sure that this message, with all the messages to come, to be typed with a personal flair, and nothing but pure honesty. Of course, there’s the concerns from the public, but knowing that You wanted this to happen and that You are in charge, why worry in the first place? Lord Father, I truly wish to have a more intimate relationship with You, and I wish to have my love for You to grow and blossom, despite the fact that I might be the worst son You can ever have throughout existence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the past, I wouldn’t have thought of all this, a year before I would have only thought of senseless and purposeless love… But today, there is no one I want to be with more than to be with You – each and every day… For my joy lies with You, my happiness lies with You, everything, everything that makes me, well me, all of them is in Your hands… I may be a jerk, I may be a scoundrel, but I still know love when I see one… And to know perfect and unconditional love… What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I may be enjoying my favourite animes right now just like every time, but at least today, I am enjoying it with You. Do You enjoy them too as much as I do, Father? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thank You, Father, for all the Grace and Kindness which You have showed me abundantly everyday. Thank You, for because of You I get to taste the fullest of life and comfort, and because of You I am who I am today. Thank You again for being with me in every step of my walk with You, and for moulding me to fulfil Your purpose. Forgive me, Father for all the disappointments and grief I have caused in Your heart, and guide me Lord Father so that I will not sin to You again. Thank You for Your Love and everything Father. May the coming days be full of blessings for everyone, and may Your will be done, Father, as I bring Your plans to action… In Jesus’ almighty and precious name I pray. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seymour Nightweaver   (20th November 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-4670543120593668604?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/4670543120593668604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=4670543120593668604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/4670543120593668604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/4670543120593668604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-7.html' title='Message 7#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-8010812909877767791</id><published>2008-11-11T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:41:51.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 6#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    “One thing which I have learnt about being a human is that it is far much better to think of myself as a lowly being rather than to think of myself as someone superior.” – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    I do not know why did I gave such a quote for this post, as it is quite irrelevant compared to what I wish to say here… Perhaps it is You who feels that this is a better choice (Oh well, we’ll found out the relevance when I finish typing this post…).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Father, all this while I have realized (Thanks to Pastor Sam for last weeks’ sermon. And of course, thank You, for always knowing what I needed most, and for always making sure that I will always receive the best from Your care…) that there is something wrong about our relationship… Even as I looked over the previous posts in this blog alone, I realized that I only involve You in certain parts of my life, such as my spiritual growth, my walk with You, my new life in Christ etc., everything that is in the Christianity context…. I never really made Jesus my personal Lord and Saviour, for I never really placed Your Son to be in charge of my whole everyday life… Perhaps I still do not know who You really are yet, perhaps I am still ignorant to this wonderful Heavenly Father of mine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Often I forget, that You do not require me to approach You with a “formal holy” attitude. You do not expect me to come to Your altar as someone who is fully sacred and anointed. I often forget how I approached You in the past when I was still full of filth and dirt, and how ignorant am I of them at that time! And yet, Your doors are still open for me to seek Your presence, and You still welcome me into Your nurturing hands… Often I “disconnect” from You every time knowing that I have stumbled in my walk with You, and how I’ve isolated myself from You knowing that I have done a very disgraceful sin before Your eyes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    I remembered You’ve reminded me before of Hebrews 10:26-27 and 10:38… How I was filled in fear and cowered before Your words at that moment. Of course, now I know that it is just a reminder, and that I now know what You are trying to tell me (perhaps). I know that You are loving and forgiving, but for sure I wouldn’t want to end up as in Hebrews 10:31… I can’t imagine how dreadful it would be it that really happens. Even if my body don’t shiver, my heart trembles with unrest…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Now I have already realized what You want to tell me about our relationship, which also brings back to my third previous conversation between Bau and me… You have been telling me that back then didn’t You? Forgive me, Father for though I did had a little grasp of Your words, but I didn’t took the initiative to reflect properly on it, nor did I have the sensitivity to feel its importance… Looks like I still have a whole lot of things to learn about us! Alright, I know that You want me to take it easy. You do not want me to wear myself out in this relationship of ours. I can hear that from Your whispers deep in my heart’s core. Thanks for Your wonderful care and love on me. Praise You, Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    How much have I wondered on how You could have worked Your miracles on others as You renew them and release them from their past bondage with sin… Pastor Sam is right. You ARE able to do so, and You can even do it on me. It is me who doubts, it is me who did not let You do Your job for I did not surrender everything to You. I did not really made Your Son as my true personal Lord and Saviour. He may be governing over some aspects of my life, but I can see clearly now that He is still not in control of all of them because of my own reluctance. I am still sinning for I am still unwilling to surrender myself to Jesus this area of my life… You are truly both the God of The Mountains and the God of The Valleys. How last Sunday’s sermon has gave me a new perspective on our relationship…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    But Father, to think that You could be such a living God, who is not just patient and loving, but also patient and nurturing to this worthless servant of Yours, I am totally speechless. Up to today even after I have became a Christian, I know that I am still a disgrace to You for I am still sinning before Your eyes, yet You are still here for me. You are still whispering and guiding me from time to time… As low as I could be, You too stooped that low so that You could always be by side. Father, You accepted me even though I am lacking, and You still gave me Your Love and Grace to the fullest even when You know I will stumble before Your eyes again. I know You can’t tolerate imperfection and uncleanness, but You are still telling me to take my time, and You are still with me throughout the journey… Perhaps You have already made me clean by the sacrificial blood of Christ. Perhaps that was the reason then…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Still, that doesn’t mean that I’m still off the hook. I may have been forgiven, but I am still not free from my bondage of sin. I have also realized right now, that the conversation with Bau was not the only time You were trying to convey me Your message… You have been doing it all this while and You have been waiting for me with open hands every time… You know how hesitant I was when I am in church knowing how much I have sinned to You even after becoming a Christian. You know who bad I felt every time I reflect and examine myself before going before You… You know me well, but it is me who do not know You for who You really are… I still have lots to learn about You, Father… I still have lots lore to learn…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    But Father, as weak I may be, as unclean I may be, my intentions are sincere. I wish to enjoy a wonderful relationship with You, O’ Father. I wish to be a real Christian… Father, please liberate me from my darkness. Please be here for me always Father, or provide me with the strength so that I will always remember to draw my strength from You (As in truth, You have always been there for me. It is me who shut You off…) so that I will not fall again into darkness. I do not want to go back there again…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    I commit my whole life to You, O’ Lord, and to Your Beloved Son, Jesus Christ, to be my personal Lord and Saviour… Father, I pray to You this morning, not because of something that I have to do, for You have never forced me to do anything but instead You have gave me the freedom to choose, but it is because of something that I want to do for You. I know that everything that is in this world is nothing compare to You, and that there is nothing better in my life than to enjoy Your presence and joy (which will be my strength) in each and every day of my life… Father, I also wish to pray to You for another matter, which is to be more intimate with You in our personal relationship, for I feel that we are still lacking in that field, especially in sharing my daily life with You… I pray that Your presence will be there in whatever I do, from my church and social life to even my most private activities and matters, so that You will be in control of everything which I do. I pray to You this morning, O’ Father, for I love You with all my heart and soul, and knowing that, Father, You are the God of The Mountains and the God of The Valleys who will always be with me no matter how high or low I am – and that Your power, ability and victory will always know no boundary… Thank You Lord, for Your presence in my life, Father. Thanks You for Your Love, Grace, and Mercy. Thank You for everything, and may Your will be done. In Jesus’ most precious and almighty name I pray. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seymour Nightweaver   (12th November 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-8010812909877767791?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/8010812909877767791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=8010812909877767791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/8010812909877767791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/8010812909877767791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-6.html' title='Message 6#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-5084779216813614825</id><published>2008-11-11T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:41:04.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 5#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“The Book of Habakkuk… Often I wondered why it has to be Habakkuk, until when I looked at the fallen world I live in …” – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    It has been three months already since You have took me back to church… Thanks to You, and to Sharon, my dear sister whom You brought me to in making this happen… I am indeed grateful for the new life You have given me, for the opportunity to be able to know that Christianity truly is, and to enjoy Your Grace, Love and Forgiveness…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    A lot of things has changed throughout these few months, Father, and I know that You Yourself know better about this compared to me. Though I know that I am still not thoroughly clean, I praise You, Father, for You are still with me all this while, ever faithful, ever loving… And knowing that You have prepared a special purpose for me in this life, You have trained me and nurtured me with Your very own hands so that I could accomplish it as You wanted me to do, and to prepare myself for a life in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Perhaps that’s why You want me to study the Book of Habakkuk in my first few sermons back then. You knew how fallen this world is… You knew that the first thing I needed would be guidance to face this harsh world outside as soon as I leave university… Indeed, there is no need to talk about the world, just by looking at this nation alone, it a denial by not saying it that it’s a total disappointment… Just look at the television programme that is showing right now. It’s so disappointing and depressing to see people nowadays being forced into marriage with a person they do not even know when they themselves are already in love with another person… And worse, these things happen for lowly and worldly reasons – riches, family name, dignity, influence and many other factors which are slowly corrupting and breaking down the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Father, I do not know why many people nowadays do not realize this, but the world is not in a mess. Often we hear leaders claiming that the nation is going towards a better future, when all this while the society which lives in here is slowly breaking apart into fractions of individualism and the politics is in a total havoc. What oxymoron! Is there any worse irony than to develop a nation by doing things that would tear it apart? We are all living in a world of paradoxes, of countless oxymoron, ironies and senseless insanity, Father, but thanks to You, for in You we could all still find joy, goodness and reason behind our existence. Living for You are the purpose of our lives, and there are no better purpose than that. And of course, knowing that You are the living God, the One who is good, and the One who knows what’s best for the world. There is no better security than to know that we Christians have You, Father, by our side…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    I know, Father, I am aware of Your might, of Your powers and miracles You could bring unto this world. The Bible alone, Your Word, says it all. What else I need to proof Your Glory? But Father, please sustain me. You know how depressed I am with everything which is a part of this world now, how much sadness I have to bear knowing all this, for all this You already knew of their weight and size within my heart. I know, only You knows best regarding to this world. I know You are waiting for the perfect moment to bring the long awaited tide of change, the tsunami which would rock this whole world and make everyone tremble by its earthshaking power, but Father, have compassion for me, for my soul is weak. I can’t withstand all this as much as You do, Lord. I need Your sustainment and strength to live in this defiled land… You are the only hope left, O’ Father. I need You. We all need You! All of us are suffocating in this world, Father. Long have we waited for Your miracles to be done on this nation, Father, and until now, we are still hopefully waiting for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Perhaps You have already set Your plans into motion, as I hear the hopeful whispers echoing softly deep inside my heart. But till the time when You readily reveal Your miracles, all of us will be waiting, waiting patiently for Your work to be done with faith and hope. I know, what You might bring for the nation may not be what we are expecting from You, but nevertheless, as we all learn from the Book of Habakkuk, we will accept it, for You are good, and whatever that You will bring for us is good. Please, O’ Father, may Your strength sustains all of us, may Your love pull us forward as we live lives worthy of Your Name…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray to You O’ Father, may Your love be on all of us always. May Your strength be on us as we face our everyday lives, and may Your Spirit be with us in times of hardship, so we may persevere in wait of Your waves of reform. May You be a shelter for the weak, a place of refuge for the desolate, and a beacon of hope for the oppressed. Father, may Your will be done on the nation as it is committed into Your mighty hand. Thank You, Father, and may Your presence be on us always. In Jesus’ almighty and precious name I pray. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seymour Nightweaver (12th November 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-5084779216813614825?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/5084779216813614825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=5084779216813614825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/5084779216813614825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/5084779216813614825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-5_11.html' title='Message 5#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-4527178448859353755</id><published>2008-11-10T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:40:12.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 4#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“The greatest gifts that anyone can ever get for my birthday would be the eternal promise that You, the loving Father, will always be there for me no matter what, and celebrating my birthday with Your presence in the warmth of love and fellowship…’ – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Firstly, how I wished to thank You with all my heart for the friends that you have placed me among today… Those who sent SMSes to me, wishing me a wonderful “Happy Birthday”, those who held parties for me and brought cakes for me to celebrate together, and also those who despite that they were not informed of this event (or were late), but still wishes me and treated me with warmth and friendship… How hard it is to hold back my tears thinking of all that they’ve done throughout this week… not just for them, but even the lecturers (Miss Viji), my church friends (Aunty Jane) and many many more… Thank You, Father, and knowing that Your presence are with us all as we are celebrating, there can be no better birthday than this. I’m really touched…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Father, as I think back on all that have happened in the past, I also realized how much I have changed in Your hands. I know, I’ve been telling this over and over now, but Father, only You know how much I really felt about it today… How I realized that You have been with me all this while, with all the patience and kindness as You help me with releasing me from me struggles… And how You have endlessly touched me in my heart over and over from time to time with Your gentle hands in healing me and consoling me when I was in pain… How can I say anything else that can describe Your goodness thinking back all the moments when You open Your doors to me to provide me comfort, empathy and an understanding pair of ears to pour my heart out every time I am but in my lowest conditions of despair. What can I say to praise You with words so deserving of Your kindness and grace? And above all this, You set me free. You set me free Father, from my past bondage, my past sorrows and pain as I live my life today for a future You have set for me long before I knew of it. You first gave me a peace of mind as You provide a shelter for me from my every time I seek Your presence, but as I grew stronger, You guided me to break apart from the chains that bind me to my past – my shadows… You gave me the strength and wisdom to face my scars and the pain that I have gone through in the past, and to soar above it all, free and in joy. Oh, how I sang Your praises with all my heart and soul knowing that You are here to set me free, and how sweet the voice and melody are as I sang it out from my once inner shell of captivity, slowly cracking and disintegrating into nothingness. I could still remember that very night of my birthday when it is just two of us, walking along the busy road back to the hostel after a wonderful curry mee and pasar malam outing with Su Yean jie jie, feeling the joy of freedom as I sang my heart out to You…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Father, I can never know how You can work Your miracles on all of us in this world… One minute I was telling Su Yean jie jie how hard it is to be free from my past… and one minute later I found myself singing my praises to You, feeling free from captivity… How You knew and planned to get me prepared to break free from my shadows, and to let it happen on my birthday… Su Yean jie jie is right after all. I just need to “do” it and let go. No extra efforts. I just to trust and have faith in You, and let go. And to know and realize that the Sunday sermon on the following day is about the renewing of the mind and letting go of the past… Father, how I can thank You for Your indescribable work of miracles! How I felt the feeling of abundant love You had for me, knowing that You have prepared all this for me… All for my nineteenth birthday!!! Lord, how I wished I can say how much I love You to the face of the world! How I wished to shout to You in joy, for having such a wonderful Father in my life, for having something so indescribable like a living God!!! Father, You know how much I needed friends and company whom I can count on - that’s why you placed my here, with my fellow brothers and sisters of PKA, and many others with you have placed me with in my life right now, who are always constantly praying, supporting, and being with me both physically and spiritually (which is obviously way far more than what I asked for in the beginning), friends whom I have never expected nor ever imagined to have…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    How happy am I right now I weep unto Your bosom like a child longing for his Father… How happy is it to cry like a baby before You like a baby right now, touched after knowing all You have done for me, after knowing to what extent is Your love to me, and after realizing how much You are willing to do for me… To save me, to nurture me, and to care and love me as Your own son… And not to count in the forgiveness and patience You gave as You watched me struggling with my filth and sins with defeat every time… And how You still remain faithful to me even after countless disobedience and rebellion… Despite the fact that I am contaminated with the venoms that flowed in my veins, whether it is the creeping lusty desires or the seeping acidic feeling of hatred and anger, You are still willing to save me and accept me for who I am, and slowly healing me from my mortal scars and wounds… What can I say? What can I describe? What can I explain? I’m speechless before You right now for there’s no fitting word worthy for Your never ceasing glory. Your love is wider than the widest sea, Your kindness is sweeter than the sweetest honey… You are indeed above all other, as no other is better than You in this realm and nothing is near to even comparable to Your greatness. What else can I say about You, for You are beyond everything that I know in this world, and yet, You sent Your Son, Jesus to lay His life for me, to cleanse and redeem me from the curse of sin. I’m free because of You. I found peace because of You. I found joy because of You. But most importantly, I also found life, all because of Your grace, mercy, and unconditional agape love… Praise You, Father. That’s all I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Thank You for Your love, grace and mercy, as I am here today celebrating a brand new year of my life in the midst of love and fellowship. Thank You, Father, for the friends that You have placed my among, for all the prayers, blessings, and support they have given me in Your name, and for all the joyous time we shared and cherished together which You have provided for us… Forgive me o’ Lord, for anything that I might have done to them which have hurt their feelings, brought displeasure or offended them, and forgive them also Father, for anything bad or painful that they have done to me. I pray to You o’ Father, may You will continue be with us and touch our hearts as we move on with our coming days in our preparation for our examinations. May Your will be done as we prepare ourselves to reap our semester’s worth of harvest in a week’s time, and may the coming days be a blessing for us, as You remain faithful to us in the throne of our hearts… Thank You again for grace, mercy and love, Father. In Jesus’ most precious and almighty name I pray. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seymour Nightweaver   (27th October 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-4527178448859353755?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/4527178448859353755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=4527178448859353755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/4527178448859353755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/4527178448859353755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-5.html' title='Message 4#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-8201053706779658177</id><published>2008-10-21T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:18:07.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 3#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;“No one can tell how great is God’s love, when the only things we know are only from one end of this world to another…” – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;“If I am to describe what God’s love is truly is, you will never hear a single sound other than the sound of weeping.” – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        I have no idea why am I here in the cafeteria as early as 5.47 in the morning, apart from Your grace, Father. Yup, it’s not a surprise since I’ve been sleeping at 7pm+ yesterday… Perhaps You have been preparing me for this morning, knowing all that I’ve went through this weekend – all the painful and sad recollection of memories… to be written down on paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        Father, how much I’ve forgotten about the past since I met You, and after knowing Your gracious love, Father. How much I have changed, Father, and how much I’ve healed from Your touch, Father… As true as I look back into my own reflection, in the past, I am but a beast – a savage in constant thirst for blood, trapped in the heart of an innocent boy being tormented in a poisoned and sickening world… Praise You, Father, for saving me from my dreaded nightmare, and putting me into Your nurturing and protective hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        Honestly Father, I never have thought that today I would ever receive such grace and mercy from anyone… Especially when it comes to You. There is no one but You who is with me during hard and bitter times, and there is no one but You am I thinking of celebrating during each and every one of my happy moments. Father, it’s been a long way back since the time I first heard of Your calling. Long before I even get to know who You really are, You have already been there for me. You never cared whether am I ignorant of You or whether what I knew about You at that time are nothing but slanders… Your salvation is for all, and there’s no condemnation. Praise You, Father, for there’s no one else like You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        As I try to recollect back the events and memories on what I’ve went through all this years… I realized how much I’ve grown in Your nurturing hands. Raised in an environment where I am constantly abused and bullied by the people around me, and later on bearing my five years of high school life in denial of recognition and respect even from my own peers (and constant backstabs from my so – called close friends), my scars are numerous, a number beyond count that only You know how many are there on the surface of my flawed heart. Only my own fears and sense of inferiority from all these tortures which I have went through sustained my humanity, and that through recognizing myself as an insignificant loser and surrendering that I can only live on as a human being. That was how pathetic I was in the past, a sad and hideous creature who feds and scavenges on others’ remains and wastes. A victim of exploitation and cruel humiliation, denied from even the basic need of significance and recognition. Any anger and hatred that I bear, will be forced to be bottled up in my fear and sense of inferiority, and thrown away into a cauldron where a consuming fire of vengeance and grudges is expected to destroy them. People might see this as a form of amusement – the act of bullying and insulting a person who they think is inferior to them, or different, but wait till they are treated the same way and anyone could see how much they resented and retaliated against such actions! And even if I did retaliate in the past, if I ever get mad and raised my fists against them, will I ever win? None of my friends will ever dare to approach me if that happens, and the law itself will decide upon my ruin. But is it ever correct for me to be treated like this in the beginning? Is it ever correct for me to be treated less than a human? The laws that upheld justice in this world, the goodness of the human race, the power of humanity… Any humans will have pride in all this, but when You have been placed into the picture, all these are nothing but smoke before Your glory and greatness – realizing that anything that we have done is actually nothing in value. If these laws, these goodness and humanity… if these human made values and things are truly good, why don’t they protect me from my torments in the past? Why don’t they offer me a shelter from my torturers? Why don’t they provide a sanctuary for me to experience peace, security and comfort? Only You are truly good, O’ Father. Only You can uphold the goodness that is left in this world, Father… For I know who is the one who has saved me from me turmoil, who has healed me from my wounds, who has cared for me with love and kindness so unconditional, and accepted me as His own son… What You have done for me was indeed more that I asked for. I asked for mere justice, and You gave me more than that. With Your presence I receive love, security, peace, strength, comfort, mercy, grace, kindness… and even healing, and a new breath of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        You are the only one that can make me cry for You every time when I think of Your goodness – a beast once so horrid, lost and abandoned, filled with hatred and vengeance, now found refuge in Your hands, and pouring itself out on Your bosom, crying and weeping because of Your grace and mercy, of Your promises and covenant of love You have kept ready for me long before I came unto this Earth… I asked for an avenger, and instead, I found myself a Father – a Father so loving that I am willing to give myself to You. A Father so loving that I am willing to rip and tear myself off of my old self, of my old hatred, pain and vengeance. A Father who found so much delight in me as a son, that You have placed me, a once wretched ghoul, thirsty for blood and vengeance, among Your own blessed people! What have I done to deserve all this from You? Nothing! Nothing was the simple reply, and yet, this is all You have done for me… Praise You, Father – that is all I can say, that is all I can do for You, for I have nothing else that I can give or do for You, for the freedom, home and eternal life You have given me… I am nothing before You – a fact that I can never deny, though I am indeed in joy, for all that I wanted and needed, if found within Your giving hands. There is no better heaven than to know, that You will always be with me wherever I go and whenever time of the day I can always feel Your presence – with You heaven is everywhere, and with You every moment is joy. Who else can ever replace You in my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        How could I ever thank You enough for all You have done to me, how could I repay the debt that I owed You throughout my life. What could I have done without this Heavenly Father by my side, and how could I ever imagine of living this life of mine on Earth for even a single day without You? How can I never adore You for the rest of my life, how can I never stop praising You for all You have done in my life? What You have done to me may be meagre to Your ability, but what it is there for me to even deserve a smallest bit of them? Father, thank You for all that You have provided me until this very day, praise You, Lord, for Your grace and mercy. Praise You, Lord, for what You have done in my life, and in the lives of my fellow brethrens, as You provide us all with our needed provisions, and our strength for each coming day. Thank You, Lord, for being our Shepherd, the one we can trust and rely on, in times of despair, and I pray to You, Father, that You will always be with us for the days to come, may Your blessings be abundant, may Your love be overflowing. I praise You again, Father, praise You for everything that is from You, and may Your will be done, in the name of Your glory…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        Thank You Father for everything that You have given me. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seymour Nightweaver  (21st October 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-8201053706779658177?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/8201053706779658177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=8201053706779658177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/8201053706779658177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/8201053706779658177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/10/message-3.html' title='Message 3#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-7459761287410285976</id><published>2008-10-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:14:08.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 2#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message 2#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How I envied the blind. They may be blind to the beauty of the world, but they have showed to me how blind I am to the beauty of God.” – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I truly have not noticed how inferior and ignorant I am before I stepped into the St. Nicholas Welfare Home this morning… It was the home for the disable and the abandoned, and despite at first, I was feeling pity for them for their disabilities and lacks in their lives compared to the rest of us, it was not long before I realized that I might have been wrong from right the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I realized it now, Father that, though it was indeed through You that they are living their lives today with physical disabilities, all of these have been done for Your purpose and glory … It is true that people often see such physical disabilities as not much different as a curse, but on this very day I might have to reconsider my perspective on them. Their eyes may not be able to see every colour or beauty that is in this world, but ironically we are actually far blinder than them although we are blessed with perfect eyesight. I realized that there are so many things that we are so blinded to, while they are not. They appreciate and give gratitude to even the tiniest and smallest acts of love and care that they received, which we usually overlook in our lives. They understood the true meaning of perseverance, and they kept on living their lives regardless of their hardships and bitterness, when most of us would have groaned, sighed, gave up, or worse, stupidly took the “easy way out” when things seemed to be out of control. They were humble, so humble to a point we realized how blind we are in terms of our humility, but most importantly, they have shown us (or at least me) how blind we are to the fact that how blind we actually are to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, we see and judge (or perceive) Your actions as good or bad to us, or whether it is a curse or a blessing to us from a worldly point of view , or the unbelievers’ point of view, and not from the point of view which we Christians are supposed to look from. Indeed, only unbelievers can have such perspectives for their Gods because as what I have realized from all the studies and reflections upon Your words, it all comes back to the main difference that make us Christians stand out from the rest – Christianity is not just a religion, but also it is also an intimate relationship we share with You. Worship has never been something that all of us are compelled to do, because we do not worship or sing praises for You to obtain blessings, favour, or any forms of benefits from You, but all these was done, because just for the pure reason to worship and praise You for what You have given and blessed us with, and for the presence of a living God (You) in our lives. Your grace, mercy, unconditional love and Your salvation, isn’t that something that all of us have received already, something that far exceeds our needs in this material world, the blessings of all blessings and the greatest love of all there is of its kind? I realized that we as Your children often forgot that You are our best provider who always knows what’s best for each of us, mainly also because You know each of us very well as You are our creator, and because of this, You will always provide the best for all of us in our lives, and that You are the only one in our lives that matters for You are the steer, the guide and the master of our lives. We often forget that whatever strengths and weaknesses we have, whatever privileges or disabilities we have or whatever gains or lacks that we have, all of them, each and every one of them, is given (or happens) to us for Your best purposes, glory and plans that You have prepared specifically for each and everyone of us. It is us who are unfaithful, that we forgot about all this, which became the reason that we have seen You with such a worldly perception. We never worshipped or praised You just to get salvation or anything else from You in the age of the New Testament anymore. There’s no such rubbish as booty – licking in Christianity, especially when it concerns You. The only work that we need to do is not to do good works for Your salvation, but it is to work out the salvation that You have given us. Therefore, since we already know all these knowledge through Your work, then why should we looked at You in such a worldly and unfaithful manner? How can we compare You with the Gods of the unbelievers? Please forgive us for all of our sins that we have to done to You, o’ gracious and merciful Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But praise You, Father, for because of all Your goodness, Your grace upon us who are in fact, unworthy for it, that we can live in a celebration in every single day of our lives, knowing that our loving Father will always be with us at all times. We celebrate, for Your presence brings security, warmth, love, care, fullness, and many more that can be thought of. Praise You, Father, for You are above all the other Gods and idols of the unbelievers, that none of their followers can ever share such an intimate relationship that all of us have shared with You, our living God, in our renewed life in Your Son. Father, praise You for You have saved us from our sinful lives and gave us a renewed life within You. Praise You, Father, for filling the emptiness that is in our hearts, and for satisfying our hunger for You, Father. Thank You Father, for Your unconditional love, grace and mercy that has been with all of us all these while, for being our pillar, our beacon, our provider and our shepherd who would lay his life for us in times of need…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, how I wished I could repay my gratitude to You, but I know, there is nothing that I can give will be equal in value to the grace and mercy You have given me. I could still remember vividly how You have came into my life years before I get to know You and Your Son, and how You have shown me Your unconditional love even when I was still a much filthier trash than I am now today. I know that I am still not much of a trash as like in the past – I am still full of crap, I still swears, I am still the super blur person I was in the past (perhaps it has gotten worse…), my temper is still hot enough to burn down a building (that is, if I got a lighter in my hands)… But at least with You by my side, with Your presence in my life, I will always know that there’s someone who cares for me in my life, someone who loves me, and someone who can make me feel secure, peace, and comfort no one else can ever give. Praise You, Father for despite my filth and weaknesses as I stood before You, You still accepted me as Your children, as a part of Your family, and as a part of Your kingdom. Father, thank You for still seeing me as of something that is still in value even after all the unforgivable sins that I have done to You, and for redeeming me who is worthy of eternal condemnation. Thank You, Father, and praise You, Father for providing me with a purpose for my life, and for giving me the privilege to serve You in Your plans, and to be a light bearer of Your love in this world of darkness, no matter how dim or feeble I was in carrying Your cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am tormented by the people of my past, as much as I am cherished and nurtured today in Your hands, Father. As much as I am casted aside and despised by my own kind in my earlier days, as much I have now received Your acceptance and love today by Your embrace. Despite that I am still just a piece of rubbish lying in one corner of this universe, You have still came to me, and placed some worth and value within me. Now I began to understand that those things that have happened in my past have been done for Your purpose, and nothing else. As You opened my eyes to You, I now see that I was weak in the past so that I will appreciate strength, I am despised so that I will appreciate love, and that I was placed among the lost so that I will appreciate guidance, all of them which I have received from You today, my unfailing companion, my shepherd, my Father~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thank You, o’ Father, for opening my eyes to Your glory and Your beauty today so that I can learn to see the truth behind Your ways. Father, thank You for all the provisions You have given me so far, and I pray to You, Father, that You will always keep on providing them, not just for me Father, but also to those who has a share with me in bringing up Your cause in this world. I pray to You Father, that You will always remain with me in my heart o’ Father. Forgive me of my sins, Father. And may Your will be done today in this post o’ Father. Thank You for all the things that Your have given and done in my life. I praise You Lord, and I exalt You, for everything that You have done for us, and for who You really are in our lives. Father, may You provide me strength for the days to come. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 9: 41 - If you were blind, you would not be guilty of sin; but now that you claim you can see, your guilt remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seymour Nightweaver   (12th October 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-7459761287410285976?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/7459761287410285976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=7459761287410285976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/7459761287410285976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/7459761287410285976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/10/message-2.html' title='Message 2#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719712515868550912.post-3724149043909840845</id><published>2008-10-07T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:14:51.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message 1#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message 1#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“From the heaps of rubbish I was once found. Now I stand among you all, mended and polished, by Your hands of Hope…” – Seymour Nightweaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I do not know why I am giving myself a new life in this long – abandoned world of blogging, but I am very sure that for whatever reasons this was done, it would be all for You and Your purpose, and for this, I pray that Your will shall be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It has been a long while since I have lost my passion in blogging… Feels kind of awkward to be honest, but I know, I believe and I’m sure, that this passion of mine are rekindled for a purpose. And of course, a lot of things have changed ever since I stopped posting my so – called records on my daily lives in the net more than a year ago, and now with Father in the picture, things are getting even more interesting… I am now in USM (Penang), studying for my Degree in ELLS (English Language and Literature Studies) and taking Philosophy and Civilization Studies as my minor. Praise You, Father for the path You have given me to take has been what I have been hoping for, and thank You, Father, for giving me the opportunity and privilege which I am enjoying now, which is to be able to find rest in You in the midst of hardships and difficulties, knowing that You are always by my side in every step I make and that You will always remain faithful to me even when I have failed Your expectations countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From the void realm of ignorance You have found and saved me, from my tainted past You have moulded me, and despite my corrupted shadows, You have raised me, Father, into who I am today… Though I am still not strong enough to face the powerful currents of the world I know You want me to swim against, but I am definitely stronger, tougher, and better then my past, and I have never stopped growing even until this very moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And Father, now I already know that You have also placed me among with a group of people that I have never seen before so blessed by You in my entire life, despite the fact that I have always been scorned and cast aside like rubbish by my own kind in the past. I have been once so hurt by the people around me so much that I have lost count of the number of scars that I have in my heart, but since the past three months I have been enjoying wonderful fellowships and nurtured by the wonderful people around me under Your shade and care, and I know that these brothers and sisters of mine truly cared for me, and they have always been praying for me before You, o’ Father, as much (perhaps, far more than me) as I did before You for them. Although I am still not really sure why (or for what logical reason, though I know that what may be logical to Your divine wisdom may be in fact, beyond my meagre so – called human intellect…) such a lowly being like me have been chosen to be sent here by You to be their friend, but I know that You have sent me here to be with them for a reason, apart then to grow with them spiritually for the next three years of my life. I know I am still guessing (and honestly, lately I discovered that I find the guessing game rather amusing, especially when it involves the planning of an enigmatic mastermind genius like You, Father…), but occasionally I can sense that some of them are actually wrestling and struggling with problems of their own, and I am even more intrigued by what can a trash like me could do to help them… Perhaps Sharon has provided me with the answer for this question of mine minutes ago, but Heavenly Father, You know that just by being with them, supporting them and by telling and ensuring them that whatever happens, I will always be by their sides is not enough. Certainly as a person who is aware of his own shortcomings and mediocrities, I know there is nothing much that I can do for them (in fact, I am also aware that there are still a lot of my friends here whom I don’t know are having problems of their own– I can sensed that, but they have hid their problems well from me…), but I know You can, Father… In fact, only You are the one that can lighten their burdens, and calm me from this unrest. The problems are theirs to carry, but outsider or not, trash or not, I am still their friend, and their unrest and restlessness are mine to share as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So to my Heavenly Lord and Father, I pray on behalf of my fellow brothers and sisters (especially for Sharon and Genevie, whom I know are facing difficulties of their own, and not forgetting Lydia as well) that all of them will be provided by Your hands the provisions they needed in facing their daily ordeals, Father, and they can always find rest in You as they seek You when they are tired and weary. Refill their cups of vigour with renewed spirit every time as they pray to You, O’ Father, and may their hardships and burdens lighten by their faith in You…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   To my readers, I am aware that I should have been more discreet about this kind of things, but again, anything here is not for the sake of publicity or attention. I have no intention or desire for any kind of this rubbish, but perhaps by typing this out I can make you all (readers) reflect upon my message on what’s really going in your own life (apart from knowing that a piece of trash like me already have too much rubbish inside to add in some more…). Certainly Father has sent you all to be friends with the people around you for a reason, even for me whom until today I still think of myself as a lousy piece of rubbish (or at least a piece of God – recycled rubbish), and from all that I have typed out here I can already see the message which my Father has intended to impart to everyone. As to my beloved brothers and sisters who have come across this message, I just want to take this opportunity to tell you that trash or not, I am with you in all circumstances, and that I will always be praying for you all. Thank you for your care and friendship for the past three months, and that I am touched by your kindness and graciousness. Truly, I have never had before so many wonderful friends at one time in my life before entering USM, And may our fellowship continue to grow and flourish for the time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think that’s all I have to say for this message to You (and also for the readers). I have done with my work and I leave to rest now to You. It is not really for myself that I start blogging again anyway… So I shall end this post with a simple prayer for whatever plans You may have in mind for this blog, I pray that may Your will be done. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seymour Nightweaver   (6th October 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719712515868550912-3724149043909840845?l=messages2father.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/feeds/3724149043909840845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719712515868550912&amp;postID=3724149043909840845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/3724149043909840845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719712515868550912/posts/default/3724149043909840845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messages2father.blogspot.com/2008/10/message-1.html' title='Message 1#'/><author><name>Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
