当你看到图片中的二胡，可能你会有很怪异的的念头在脑海中掠过，可能你会觉得很好笑。。。但是，这支二胡对我的意义重大。

这支二胡是我爸爸亲手制作，而且是真的能够拉出声音的；身为音乐人，我可以听得出它的声音还很不错！

几个星期前，我回家乡探望我的父母。突然间，爸爸问我想要二胡吗？其实，我是不太想要的，因为我都不会拉二胡。爸爸说，他想要把他亲手制作的二胡送给我，我顿时非常惊讶！因为那是他的宝贝，而且是他花了很多心血和时间来制作的。他还有其它花钱买来的二胡，可是却把这支送给我。

爸爸的二胡是无师自通的，是在这两年自学的，而且还拉得有模有样。每次回乡看他，总爱拉几首曲子给我听。其实，每次听他拉二胡时，心里有说不出的感触。我知道爸爸已经老了，也没有多少时间可以拉二胡给我听。

我非常珍惜所拥有的机会，虽然不太会欣赏二胡的声音，但这不是重点。。。最重要的乃是爸爸亲自演奏的，永远都是最美的。。。

就这样，在短短的两个月内已经主持了3场的婚礼，接下来还有好些“预约”。。。

第一对所主持的新人： Mr. & Mrs. Dominic Lim CW

第二对新人： Mr. & Mrs. Vincent Koh

第三对所主持的新人： Mr. & Mrs. Joel Jee

结婚，是一辈子的事，更重要的是：婚姻是一辈子的付出和学习！看着这些年轻人一个个的结婚，心里也真替他们高兴！愿他们的婚姻荣神益人，子孙更是敬畏神的后嗣！

好一些人都会担心我的反应将会是什么？也可能会“期待”我的反应。。。哈哈哈哈！

那。。。我的反应会是什么？难过？愤怒？自卑感增加？讨厌那些说我长得像他的人？还是臭骂上载这些照片的人？哈哈哈哈。。。。都错了。。。。我还觉得很好笑，也很有趣！所以还特地上载这些照片来自嘲自娱。

其实，那些担心我会生气的人是没有错的，只是他们对我的认识已经停留在许多年前。但这也不能责怪他们，要怪嘛也是怪自己。我记得在好多年前，我曾经公开告诉每个人，我不喜欢人说我长得像 Phua Chu Kang. 如果有人这样说，我会非常生气，也会非常受伤！我觉得这是一个羞辱。老实说，我对自己的自我形象真的非常糟糕。我根本一点都不喜欢自己的长相，所以我只要面对摄影机的镜头，我会非常不舒服！

随着岁月的流逝，自己也开始长大成熟，更重要的是认识主的爱；我已经完全走出来了！今天我知道我自己是谁：我是上帝的孩子，我是他创造的；在神的眼中，我是独一无二的！在这里，我也要鼓励那些对自己感到自卑的人。。。要记住：你是上帝的孩子，你是上帝所疼爱的，在上帝的眼中，你是独一无二的！！可能人会拿你的外貌当作笑柄；但在上帝的眼中，你却是宝贝！！！

其实，人再怎么“不好看”，他还是有他善良和可取之处！更重要的是：神看我们的内心！！

但也请切记一件事，这也是我牧师曾经在台上非常认真和带着严厉教导的：千万不要拿别人的外貌来开玩笑！因为在很多时候，可能那个人并没有表现出来，可是并不代表他不生气或受伤。记得：讲者无心，可是听者有意。。。（说到这里，也是对我自己的一个警惕：不要拿别人的外貌开玩笑！伟宏啊。。。切记！切记！）

希望有鼓励到阅读这篇文章的你哦！

祷告洞

其中一栋宿舍外观

其中一栋聚会所

开始步行上坟山祷告

其他教会的弟兄姐妹在坟山祷告

预备祷告

祷告过后

其实，这是我第二次参加。每一次去都有很好的属灵领受，而且更加明白神的话，也领受复兴的恩膏。

这届特会参加的圣徒来自16个国家，大约3，700人左右，是一个非常盛大的特会。不同的国家，不同的教会，却唱同样的诗歌敬拜神，真的非常感动！

这男生，是我从小看着他长大，而且以前每个主日都是我驾福音车载他们一家人来教会。虽然那个时候我们只是普普通通的朋友，但没有想到好几年过后，我生命中有许多“第一次”，都是他陪伴在我的身边。

第一次灌录唱片，是他陪伴在身边，为我加油打气！有进过录音室的人都知道，在外边听别人唱歌或录音是极度枯燥乏味的事情，而且时间又很长。但，他总是不离不弃，一有空档就随时赶来录音室。

第一次做爸爸，也是他陪伴在身边，一起躺在医院冰冷的地板过夜、等待孩子的出世。当时，我看得出他已经非常疲惫；叫他回去休息，他总是回答说：“没关系，再陪你多一会儿”。

当然，还有许多他给于我的帮助和支持，我没有一一列出。我对这个人除了感恩之外，还是感恩！那份感动深深铭刻在心坎。。。

他是谁？他就是我的好弟兄—家荣。

这个行动可以分成3个方面：
1。无条件剃头，以行动支持癌症儿童。

2。捐钱给癌症儿童协会。

3。出价让别人买你的头发。意思是说：我出的价钱是马币一千零吉，若是有一人或多人肯捐款至马币一千零吉，要我剃头；那我就

得剃，而捐款将悉数捐给癌症儿童协会。

通常，患癌的病人最自卑的是在作化疗的时候掉头发，甚至导致光头。其实，没有一个人喜欢这样，每个人都希望自己有一头乌黑亮丽的头发。

当牧师问我要多少钱才肯剃头时，我出价马币一万零吉。请不要误会，不是我“吊起来卖”，耍大牌，自以为是！乃是希望为这些患癌症的儿童出一份绵力。就算到时连一毛钱都筹不到，我也会考虑无条件剃头。我要在实际的行动上支持这些儿童，告诉他们千万不要自卑，在这世上还是有人支持及关心他们！当然，我最希望的是：不但在精神和行动上支持，也能为他们筹到款项！
我的一个好弟兄为了让我有心里准备，“预先”让我看看自己光头的样子。虽然照片与“本尊”的芦山真面目有着天渊之别，但好歹也可以做个“最坏的打算”。。。哈哈哈哈！！！

我们是否想过，很多的时候我们的心跟垃圾桶一样，没有分别！为何我如此一言呢？因为如果我们不真正认真的省察和调整自己的内心，我们的内心就会充满了骄傲、苦毒、怨恨、批判、论断、诡诈等等等。。。如果这些不是垃圾，那这些是什么？可能我们已经收藏在内心几十年了，老早都腐烂发臭了！

今天是不是应该清理我们内心里的垃圾了？

这是一则英文故事.我感到非常抱歉,我没有时间翻译….这故事如下:

I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them.

I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, “Are you sure I don’t have enough money” She replied a bit impatiently, “You know that you don’t have enough money for it. The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll.

After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, “It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it.” I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said “No, Santa can’t go where my sister is…I have to give the doll to my Momma to take to her”. I asked him where his sister was.

He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said “She has gone to be with Jesus”. My Daddy says that Momma is going to have to go be with her. My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, “I told my Daddy to tell Momma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store”. Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he’d had taken at the front of the store. He said “I want my Momma to take this with her so she don’t ever forget me.” “I love my Momma so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me”. “But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister.”

I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handfull of bills. I asked the little boy, “Shall we count that money one more time?” He grew excited and said “Yes, I just know it has to be enough”. So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it.

Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, “Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money.” Then the boy said “I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Momma can take it with her to give to my sister.” “And he heard my prayer”. “I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Momma a white rose, but I didn’t ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Momma.” “She loves white roses so very very much”.

In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on rather to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.

Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store.

I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming.

“We make a living by what we get; We make a life by what we give.”

希望这则故事一样感动你!也学习为别人付出……

对我来说，我最期待的还不是拜年，年糕，汽水还是红包；而是可以回家乡探望等我回家吃团圆饭的父母亲。

这种想要回家的心情不是每一个人可以理解的，只有那些离乡背井，长期在外头打拼的游子，或是出外求学的学生才可以真正体会到这归家的心情。

其实，每当回到家里，看到父母亲越来越苍老，心里总有说不出的酸，说不出的痛！我知道有一天他们会离开我，而这是我最害怕的分离！我真的要珍惜每一次的机会，也要尽所能把欢乐带给他们。

一回到家，妈妈就开始唠唠叨叨，总有讲不完的话。小时候，真的很厌烦妈妈“念经”，可是现在长大了，反而希望她可以讲多一些，甚至被她“骂”。。。就是希望可以听多一些她的声音。而爸爸呢，就会很自豪的拿出他自己制作的二胡，拉一些老曲子叫我听，还一直问我好听吗？有没有进步？我是多么希望这一切永远不会画上休止符…