-::*~*True Royalty (You are a royalty, READ THIS WORTHY OF YOUR TIME)*~*::-

A beggar lived near the king's palace. One day he saw a proclamation posted
outside the palace gate. The king was giving a great dinner. Anyone dressed in royal garments was invited to the party.

The beggar went on his way. He looked at the rags he was wearing and sighed.
Surely only kings and their families wore royal robes, he thought.

Slowly an idea crept into his mind. The audacity of it made him tremble. Would he dare?

He made his way back to the palace. He approached the guard at the gate. "Please,sire, I would like to speak to the king."

"Wait here," the guard replied.

In a few minutes, he was back. "His majesty will see you," he said, and led the beggar in.

"You wish to see me?" asked the king.

"Yes, your majesty. I want so much to attend the banquet, but I have no royal
robes to wear. Please, sir, if I may be so bold, may I have one of your old
garments so that I, too, may come to the banquet?"

The beggar shook so hard that he could not see the faint smile that was on the king's face.

"You have been wise in coming to me," the king said. He called to his son, the young prince. "Take this man to your room and array him in some of your clothes."

The prince did as he was told and soon the beggar was standing before a mirror, clothed in garments that he had never dared hope for.

"You are now eligible to attend the king's banquet tomorrow night," said the prince. "But even more important, you will never need any other clothes. These garments will last forever."

The beggar dropped to his knees. "Oh, thank you," he cried. But as he started to leave, he looked back at his pile of dirty rags on the floor. He hesitated. What if the prince was wrong? What if he would need his old clothes again. Quickly he gathered them up.

The banquet was far greater than he had ever imagined, but he could not enjoy himself as he should. He had made a small bundle of his old rags and it kept falling off his lap. The food was passed quickly and the beggar missed some of the greatest delicacies.

Time proved that the prince was right. The clothes lasted forever. Still the poor beggar grew fonder and fonder of his old rags.

As time passed people seemed to forget the royal robes he was wearing. They
saw only the little bundle of filthy rags that he clung to wherever he went. They even spoke of him as the old man with the rags.

One day as he lay dying, the king visited him. The beggar saw the sad look on the king's face when he looked at the small bundle of rags by the bed.

Suddenly the beggar remembered the prince's words and he realized that his bundle of rags had cost him a lifetime of true royalty. He wept bitterly at his folly.

And the king wept with him.

We have been invited into a royal family--the family of God. To feast at God's dinner table, all we have to do is shed our old rags and put on the "new clothes" of faith which is provided by God's Son, Jesus Christ.

But we cannot hold onto our old rags. When we put our faith in Christ, we must let go of the sin in our life, and our old ways of living. Those things must be discarded if we are to experience true royalty and abundant life in Christ.

"Behold, the old is passed away; the new has come!" (2 Corinthians 5:17)

taken from : http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70307&authid=129891&m=2&d=18&y=2010&PHPSESS1D=76e6947be7aedabf50cdaebbcf1c0c0b

-::*~*Lagu Padang Gurun Menjadi Taman TUHAN*~*::-

di saat ku berbeban berat
Kuingat ku punya KAU Tuhan
Hanya KAU Yang Paling Perduli
Keadaan Yang Kualami

Di saat Ku Hilang Harapan
Ku Berlari PadaMU Tuhan
Hanya KAU yang paling mengerti
Jalan Keluarku yang pasti

Seperti tanganMU berkuasa
Mengubahkan padang gurun
menjadi taman Tuhan

Kupercaya KAU Sanggup
Pulihkan Kehidupanku
Seindah RancanganMU yang Sempurna

-::-DO YOU HAVE A BESTFRIEND?(soooooo touching..I assured you, it's a blessing!)::-

Once in a small farming town in Oklahoma, there lived a poor fourth grade boy named Andy who would follow this route to school everyday: He had to cross the rugged plains and a dangerous highway where vehicles recklessly drove to and fro. Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut by passing by the Church every morning just to say hi to Jesus, and faithfully say his morning prayers. He was being watched by the pastor who always found the boy's sincerity and innocence so uplifting in the morning.
"Hello Andy, How are you today", he would say greeting the child.
"I'm fine Pastor Thompson, How are you" ...he would say flashing his innocent grin.
Seeing the way that Andy went to school the pastor was so concerned one day he talked to him. "From school...", he advised "do not cross the highway alone, you can pass through the Church and then I will accompany you to the other side of the road that way I can see that you get home safe...."
"Thank you Pastor..."
"Why don't you go straight home ... why do you stay in this church right after school?"
Andy replied, "I just want to say "Hi" to my friend, Jesus,"
So the pastor would leave the boy to spend time praying by himself beside the altar, but one day out of curiosity he hid behind the altar to listen to what this boy had to say.
"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat-although my seat mate was bullying me for notes ... you know, Dad's had a bad farming season so far this year so we don't have much food but I ate some bread and drank my water. Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave some of my bread to him... funny but
I am not that hungry... Look, this is my last pair of shoes... I may have to walk barefoot next week... you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay... at least I am still able to go to school... some say we will have a hard season this month, and some of my classmates have had to stop going to school to help with the farms ... please help them get to school again, please Jesus?... Oh, you know, Dad hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a Dad ... you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them ... here... here and....oh ...blood. I guess you knew about this one, huh? Please don't be mad at Dad, he is just tired and worries about putting food on our table and my schooling that is why he hits me... Oh, I think I am in love... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is just one week from now!!! Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you.... but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go..."
Then he stood up and calls out, "Pastor, I am finished talking to my friend... can you accompany me to the other side of the road now"?
This routine happened everyday. Andy never failed to visit the church. Pastor Thompson shared this every Sunday to the people in his church because he had never before seen such pure faith and trust in God, and such a very positive outlook in such negative circumstances.
The day before Christmas, Pastor Thompson became very ill and was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to a substitute Pastor who had little patience for children or for any interruptions in his work. He would not smile and could always find fault in what other people were doing. On
Christmas Day he was in the Pastor's Study when Andy,coming from his Christmas party, playfully dashed into the church calling, "Hi Jesus!!!!!"
"Who are you child and what are you doing in here", the pastor yelled out angrily.
Poor Andy was so terrified. "Where's Pastor Thompson? He always helps me cross the street.... and not only that, I have to greet Jesus--it's His birthday, I have a gift right here...."
Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the pastor grabbed Andy by the shoulder and pushed him out the door of the church.
"I cannot be bothered right now I am preparing my sermon for the Christmas service tonight. Also, next time be more reverent when you come into the church", the man yelled as he closed the door behind Andy.
So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church by himself. As he crossed a fast moving bus came in. There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andy died on the spot. As people crowded around the body of the poor, lifeless, young boy... Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man appeared in a pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy in His arms, He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked, "Excuse me sir, are you related to the child? Do you know him?" The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, answered, "He was my best friend” was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift from the shirt of the lifeless boy, and placed it near his heart. He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared from sight. The crowd was curious... On New Years Eve, when Pastor Thompson returned home from the hospital he learned of the shocking news. He went to visit Andy's parents, and to ask them about the man in white he had been told about. He consulted the parents of Andy.
"How did you first learn of your sons death?"
"A man in white brought him here." Sobbed the mother.
"What did he say?"
The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely at our son's death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He rubbed my son's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something..."
"What did he say?"
"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift... I will see you soon.. you will be with me..." and the father of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful... I cried, but I do not know why.... all I know is I cried tears of joy... I could not explain it, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love inside... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I know my boy is in heaven now.. but... tell me, who was this man that my son talked to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there... except at the time of his death..."
Pastor Thompson suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmured, "He was talking to Jesus...."

-::You Are Special(Max Lucado:-

You are Special

-::Judge Me by the Footprints I Leave Behind::-

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam.

He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me."

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know," the son continued. "He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him.

A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know: their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!

~ Author Unknown ~


A man has not lived,
until he has almost died.

For those who have fought,
life has a flavor
the protected will never know.

Signed, Vietnam Veteran

taken from : http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70191&authid=129891&m=2&d=11&y=2010

 

::-Bagi dunia kau hanya seseorang, tapi bagi seseorang kau adalah dunianya::-

Gaji Papa Berapa?

Mo share aja cerita2 yg menyentuh hati, sorry bgt kl repost yaa



Seperti biasa Andrew, Kepala Cabang di sebuah perusahaan swasta
terkemuka di Jakarta, tiba di rumahnya pada pukul 9 malam. Tidak seperti
biasanya, Sarah, putri pertamanya yang baru duduk di kelas tiga SDmembukakan
pintu untuknya.

Nampaknya ia sudah menunggu cukup lama.

"Kok, belum tidur ?" sapa Andrew sambil mencium anaknya.

Biasanya Sarah memang sudah lelap ketika ia pulang dan baru terjaga
ketika ia akan berangkat ke kantor pagi hari.

Sambil membuntuti sang Papa menuju ruang keluarga,
Sarah menjawab, "Aku nunggu Papa pulang. Sebab aku mau tanya berapa
sih gaji Papa ?"

"Lho tumben, kok nanya gaji Papa ? Mau minta uang lagi, ya ?"

"Ah, enggak. Pengen tahu aja" ucap Sarah singkat.

"Oke. Kamu boleh hitung sendiri. Setiap hari Papa bekerja sekitar
10jam dan dibayar Rp. 400.000,-.
Setiap bulan rata-rata dihitung 22 hari kerja.

Sabtu dan Minggu libur, kadang Sabtu Papa masih lembur.
Jadi, gaji Papa dalam satu bulan berapa, hayo ?"

Sarah berlari mengambil kertas dan pensilnya dari meja belajar,
sementara Papanya melepas sepatu dan menyalakan televisi.
Ketika Andrew beranjak menuju kamar untuk berganti pakaian, Sarah
berlari mengikutinya.
"Kalo satu hari Papa dibayar Rp. 400.000,-untuk 10 jam, berarti satu
jam Papa digaji Rp. 40.000,- dong" katanya.

"Wah, pinter kamu. Sudah, sekarang cuci kaki, tidur" perintah Andrew.
Tetapi Sarah tidak beranjak.

Sambil menyaksikan Papanya berganti pakaian,Sarah kembali bertanya,
"Papa, aku boleh pinjam uang Rp. 5.000,- enggak ?"

"Sudah, nggak usah macam-macam lagi.
Buat apa minta uang malam-malam begini ? Papa capek.
Dan mau mandi dulu. Tidurlah".

"Tapi Papa..."

Kesabaran Andrew pun habis.
"Papa bilang tidur !" hardiknya mengejutkan Sarah.

Anak kecil itu pun berbalik menuju kamarnya.


Usai mandi, Andrew nampak menyesali hardiknya.

Ia pun menengok Sarah di kamar tidurnya.


Anak kesayangannya itu belum tidur.
Sarah didapati sedang terisak-isak pelan sambil memegang uang Rp. 15.000,
di tangannya.

Sambil berbaring dan mengelus kepala bocah kecil itu,
Andrew berkata, "Maafkan Papa, Nak, Papa sayang sama Sarah.
Tapi buat apa sih minta uang malam-malam begini ?
Kalau mau beli mainan, besok kan bisa."

Jangankan Rp.5.000,- lebih dari itu pun Papa kasih" jawab Andrew

"Papa, aku enggak minta uang. Aku hanya pinjam.
Nanti aku kembalikan kalau sudah menabung lagi dari uang jajan selama minggu ini".

"lya, iya, tapi buat apa ?" tanya Andrew lembut.

"Aku menunggu Papa dari jam 8. Aku mau ajak Papa main ular tangga. Tiga puluh
menit aja.
Mama sering bilang kalo waktu Papa itu sangat berharga. Jadi, aku
mau ganti waktu Papa.
Aku buka tabunganku, hanya ada Rp.15.000,- tapi..
karena Papa bilang satu jam Papa dibayar Rp. 40.000,-
maka setengah jam aku harus ganti Rp. 20.000,-.
Tapi duit tabunganku kurang Rp.5.000,
makanya aku mau pinjam dari Papa" kata Sarah polos.

Andrew pun terdiam. ia kehilangan kata-kata.
Dipeluknya bocah kecil itu erat-erat dengan perasaan haru.
Dia baru menyadari, ternyata limpahan harta yang dia berikan selama
ini, tidak cukup untuk "membeli" kebahagiaan anaknya.

"Bagi dunia kau hanya seseorang, tapi bagi seseorang kau adalah
dunianya"

taken from: indowebster forum ^^ ( Linknya Kehapus >.< )

-::Jangan Pernah Menyerah::- ( Inspiring Picture)