1. Orang yang tidak menaruh prehatian baik terhadap kebaikan sendiri maupun orang lain,

2. Orang yang menaruh perhatian terhadap kebaikan orang lain tetapi tidak terhadap kebaikan sendiri,

3. Orang yang menaruh perhatian terhadap kebaikan sendiri tetapi tidak terhadap kebaikan orang lain

4. Orang yang menaruh perhatian terhadap kebaikan sendiri dan juga kebaikan orang lain

Sopir Bule

Seorang sopir bule sedang berusaha memarkirkan kendaraannya. Petugas parkir membantu bule tadi.
Parkir: Terus…terus.. kiri..kanan… hup… GOT MISTER…GOT MISTER..
Dan, brak kendaraan itu akhirnya masuk got.
Rupanya kedengaran oleh sang bule GOOD MISTER…GOOD MISTER…, makanya dia terus saja memundurkan mobilnya. Ringsek deh.

I still remember, as I was a kid, how I liked to be grown up soon, as I was in elementary school I thought how cool those guys who were in high school. Still in my mind, how I prayed for a bicycle which I could ride on it on my way to school with my friends, but after a while I had experienced it I was getting tired and bored, then I thought how nice it was getting picked up in vehicle everyday after school. Time passed by then I found that getting picked up was not interesting anymore.

Then came a time when I was looking back, how I hoped my childhood could be back again. How I missed the time I rode my bike and laughed along the way to school among friends. And still it was nothing wrong being picked up everyday after school. It was such a beautiful moment from my viewpoint now. Why I could not fully enjoy it? Why I should have at least a little regret at that time: wishing for something which was not due yet?

Time moves on. And what had happened is just like this: I regreted that why I could not just fully enjoy those moments in the past that happened once in a life, which I realized it actually good after it had gone? Then, I was spending days, living in regret for the past and sort of regret wishing for something which is not due yet. And it was so going on, until some points came up: Is there something missed here? What about today? What is going on now, this very moment? I should know that each time is entitled to its spesific moment. Just take it like it is now. “Everything under this world has its time, and GOD makes everything wonderful just in time!”

Get action and live for believe !! Do not forget to enjoy and be grateful !! God bless us.

God has a great race for you to run. Under his care you will go where you’ve never been and serve in ways you’ve never dreamed. But you have to drop some stuff. How can you share grace if you are full of guilt? How can you offer comfort if you are disheartened? How can you lift someone else’s load if your arms of full with your own?

For the sake of those you love, travel light.

For the sake of the God you serve, travel light.

For the sake of you own joy, travel light.

There are certain weights in life you simply cannot carry. Your Lord is asking you to set them down and trust him.

Denis Boyles wies, es ist eine Aufforderung, man auf der Achterbahn zu befragen – besonders wenn di Befragung erflogte, während eine Versuch um Weltrekord für kontinuierliche Fahren festzusetzen. Nach ein paar Mal rund um die Bahn, wurde Denis von Angst übermannt, sie er kaum zu sagen.

Dann ein Man zeigte ihm wie den Körper und die Beine zu benutzen während der Kreisläufe, Windungen und Drehungen sich zu neigen. Schrieb auf der AARP Magazine, Boyles erzählte wie er damit die Angst wegnehmen konnte. Es wurde auch ihm über Die Gefahr und die Angst gelehrt. Der Achterbahn würde gefährlich ausgesehen obwohl der ziemlich sicher ist. Allerdings Autofahren auf dem Rummelplatz größere Gefahr und Beschädigung darstellen könnte. Die Gefahr und die Angst sind ohne Umstände durcheinander.

Als Jesus und die Jünge setzten der See hinaus durch, ein Sturm kam herauf und die Welle lief ihre Schiff durch. Was unglaublich war, schlief Jesus. Die Jünge wachten ihm auf und sagten, “Herr, bewahr uns! wir sind verdorben!” (Matt. 8:25). Mit seinem zärtliche Rüffel , fragte Jesus, “‘Warum hast du Angst, O du aus geringe Gläubigkeit?’ dannach stand er auf und verwies den Wind und die See, und es gab grosse Ruhe” (v.26).

Wie die Jünge, je mehr wir über Jesus lernen, desto mehr wir uns auf ihm verlassen. Unsere große Angst verfehlte uns ihm zu vertrauen als das Leben außer Kontrolle geraten ist.
— David C. McCasland

But we see Jesus! Oh, what peace!
What balm for troubled heart!
His very name brings rest and calm
And bids the fears depart! —Adams

Keep your eyes on Jesus and you’ll soon lose sight of your fears.

Let’s spend a lifetime making our heavenly Father proud.

Use your uniqueness to do so. You exited the womb called. Don’t see yourself as a product of your parents’ DNA, but rather as a brand-new idea from heaven.

Make a big deal out of God. Become who you are for him! Has he not transferred you from a dull, death-destined life to a rich, heaven-bound adventure?

Remember, “You were chosen to tell about the excellent qualities of God.” And do so every day of your life.

With God, every day matters, every person counts.

And that includes you.

Eine Hausfrau kam zu mich und fragte, wohin ich in der lezten Zeit gewesen bin. Sie versuchte ohne Erfolgt, mich zu finden. Ich erzählte sie alles über meine Tätigkeiten, sowohl als Pfarrer als auch die andere, was ich getan habe. Nachdem sie alles daran hörte, begann sie, mich zu preisen. Ich konnte nur lächeln während Ich gepreist wurde. Am Ende des Gespräch, die Frau sagte, sie sei stolz auf mir aufgrund meiner Tätigkeiten, die meine andere Kollegen nicht getan hatten.

Danach ging die Hausfrau nach Hause, und ich ging in meinem Zimmer rein, noch mit auf meinem Gesicht gebliebenden Lächeln. Es war kaum Jemand sagte, dass er/sie stolz drauf ist, auf was ich getan habe. Normalerweise sind sie mir klagen, weil ich kaum zu Hause bin, ich bin schwierig zu finden. Tatsächlich bin ich oft zu Hause. Nur eventuell antwortete ich nicht ihren Anruf, sodass dachten sie, ich war nicht zu Hause. Hauptsächlich haben die Leute das Problem übertrieben. Zwei oder drei Mals sagen sie schon viele Mals. Ich habe auch Begründung dafür, vielleicht war ich draußen (Ich konnte auch nicht den ganzen Tag im Zimmer bleiben), oder den Telefonapparat wurde genuzt, oder ging ich raus. Aber für uns ist es leichter, Jemanden zu beurteilen als die Wahrheit zu fragen.

Noch mit lächelndem Gesicht, las ich Mat 19:16-24, die heutige Bibel Lektüre für die Vorbereitungen meiner Predigt, ab. Darauf würde erzählt, ein Junge fragte über was er tun sollte. Ich glaube, er suchte nach Kompliment von Jesus, weil er dachte, dass er schon viele gute Sachen getan hat, deshalb fragte er voll selbstvertrauen, was er tun sollte. Ich bin sicher, dass Jesus über seinen Stolz wusste, deshalb antwortete Er mit was er getan hat. Ich vorstelle, der Junge antwortete mit Stolz, dass er alles getan hat. Die Leute rund um ihn waren erstaunt, wie toll war er, dass er schon vielle gute Sache getan hat. Jesus´Antwort hat seine Selbstwertgefühl ausgehoben…. (Fortsetzung folgt)

We don’t know where the disciples went when they fled the garden, but we do know what they took: a memory. They took a heart-stopping memory of a man who called himself no less than God in the flesh. And they couldn’t get him out of their minds. Try as they might to lose him in the crowd, they couldn’t forget him.

If they saw a leper, they thought of his compassion.

If they heard a storm, they would remember the day he silenced one.

If they saw a child, they would think of the day he held one.

And if they saw a lamb being carried to the temple, they would remember his face streaked with blood and his eyes flooded with love.

No, they couldn’t forget him. As a result, they came back. And, as a result, the church of our Lord began with a group of frightened men in an upper room.

In Genesis, it seems that almost every person and family mentioned is dysfunctional. The text is filled with accounts of jealousy, anger, violence, and deception that leave a trail of damaged relationships. Even Noah, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob—lauded as heroes of faith in Hebrews 11—display flawed character and spiritual lapses. But God never leaves them that way.

Jacob defrauded his older twin Esau, who swore to kill him (Gen. 27:41). Then, before the estranged brothers would face each other after 20 years, Jacob wrestled with God. When asked his name, the conniving younger brother finally admitted who he was: Jacob—the deceiver (Gen. 32:24-27). That marked a spiritual turning point.

Noted preacher Carlyle Marney said that because God doesn’t give up on us, we should not give up on ourselves. “The last person on earth you will forgive a weakness is yourself,” Dr. Marney wrote. “Only in the gospel can men go on loving themselves. Wait on God! See what His strong hands will fashion out of your defection.”

When we have turned back, God can turn us around. When we have destroyed, God can rebuild. “Christ in the strong hands of God conquering my defection. This is the gospel.”

— David C. McCasland

Though weak and helpless in life’s fray
God’s mighty power shall be our stay;
Without, within, He’ll set us free—
His strength will give us victory. —D. De Haan

There is victory in surrender when we are conquered by Christ.

God bless !!

(Our Daily Bread)

This is the very inspirational speech given by Steve
Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation
Studios, to the graduating class of Stanford
University on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement
from one of the finest universities in the world. I
never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is
the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation.
Today I want to tell you three stories from my life.
That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6
months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for
another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why
did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was
a young, unwed college graduate student, and she
decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very
strongly that I should be adopted by college
graduates, so everything was all set for me to be
adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that
when I popped out they decided at the last minute that
they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on
a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night
asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want
him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother
later found out that my mother had never graduated
from college and that my father had never graduated
from high school. She refused to sign the final
adoption papers. She only relented a few months later
when my parents promised that I would someday go to
college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively
chose a college that was almost as expensive as
Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings
were being spent on my college tuition. After six
months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea
what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how
college was going to help me figure it out. And here I
was spending all of the money my parents had saved
their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust
that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at
the time, but looking back it was one of the best
decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I
could stop taking the required classes that didn’t
interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that
looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so
I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned
coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and
I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday
night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna
temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into
by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to
be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best
calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the
campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was
beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped
out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I
decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do
this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces,
about varying the amount of space between different
letter combinations, about what makes great typography
great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically
subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I
found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical
application in my life. But ten years later, when we
were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all
came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac.
It was the first computer with beautiful typography.
If I had never dropped in on that single course in
college, the Mac would have never had multiple
typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since
Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no
personal computer would have them. If I had never
dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this
calligraphy class, and personal computers might not
have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course
it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward
when I was in college. But it was very, very clear
looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you
can only connect them looking backwards. So you have
to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your
future. You have to trust in something — your gut,
destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has
never let me down, and it has made all the difference
in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in
life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage
when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple
had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a
$2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had
just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a
year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got
fired. How can you get fired from a company you
started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I
thought was very talented to run the company with me,
and for the first year or so things went well. But
then our visions of the future began to diverge and
eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our
Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out.
And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my
entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I
felt that I had let the previous generation of
entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as
it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard
and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up
so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even
thought about running away from the valley. But
something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved
what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not
changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was
still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting
fired from Apple was the best thing that could have
ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful
was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner
again, less sure about everything. It freed me to
enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named
NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love
with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar
went on to create the worlds first computer animated
feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most
successful animation studio in the world. In a
remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I
returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at
NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance.
And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I
hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting
medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes
life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose
faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me
going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find
what you love. And that is as true for your work as it
is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large
part of your life, and the only way to be truly
satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And
the only way to do great work is to love what you do.
If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t
settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know
when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it
just gets better and better as the years roll on. So
keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something
like: “If you live each day as if it was your last,
someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an
impression on me, and since then, for the past 33
years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and
asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life,
would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And
whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in
a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most
important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make
the big choices in life. Because almost everything —
all external expectations, all pride, all fear of
embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away
in the face of death, leaving only what is truly
important. Remembering that you are going to die is
the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you
have something to lose. You are already naked. There
is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a
scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a
tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a
pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost
certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that
I should expect to live no longer than three to six
months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my
affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare
to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything
you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them
in just a few months. It means to make sure everything
is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible
for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that
evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope
down my throat, through my stomach and into my
intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a
few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife,
who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells
under a microscope the doctors started crying because
it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic
cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery
and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I
hope its the closest I get for a few more decades.
Having lived through it, I can now say this to you
with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful
but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to
heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death
is the destination we all share. No one has ever
escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death
is very likely the single best invention of Life. It
is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make
way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday
not too long from now, you will gradually become the
old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but
it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone
else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is
living with the results of other people’s thinking.
Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your
own inner voice. And most important, have the courage
to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow
already know what you truly want to become. Everything
else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication
called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the
bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow
named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park,
and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This
was in the late 1960′s, before personal computers and
desktop publishing, so it was all made with
typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was
sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before
Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing
with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The
Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its
course, they put out a final issue. It was the
mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of
their final issue was a photograph of an early morning
country road, the kind you might find yourself
hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it
were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was
their farewell message as they signed off. Stay
Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that
for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I
wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much