<?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-600368266790472353</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:54:33.162+08:00</updated><category term='listen'/><category term='Father'/><category term='Letter'/><category term='Love story'/><category term='music'/><category term='fellowship'/><category term='Reconstruction'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='camp'/><category term='basta ikaw lord'/><category term='success'/><category term='Profession'/><title type='text'>Young Professionals' Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>Already working? Are you within 20-35 years old? Do you want to make the most out of your time? Then feel free to hangout at this corner! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mitzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507659758392951076</uri><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600368266790472353.post-450809494728462680</id><published>2010-09-20T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:24:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to give, so much to hide</title><content type='html'>"11It was he who gave some to be apostles, some to be prophets, some to be evangelists, and some to be pastors and teachers, 12to prepare God's people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up” Ephesians 4:11-12 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you meet a person and you just feel that he/she has so much to give and contribute to the community? Maybe the person has the talent in singing, dancing, writing, speaking, or leading to name a few. The talent to sing songs of praises. The talent to dance in praise. The talent to write and encourage. The talent to lead people to focus in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear a calling to serve in a ministry? But you just ignore these callings because you have too many excuses. You don’t have time. You are tired as it is. You are shy. You don’t want to accept that you have gifts. I guess these are my excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that I often cry out to the lord asking Him what is His will for me. I find myself not having a purpose. I find myself just coasting in life not doing anything productive. But I realized that He has been calling me to ministry for so long. I just didn’t want to surrender myself to Him. Because I don’t have the time, I am tired, I am shy, and I don’t want to accept that He has given me gifts. It has always been about me. I would accept to a certain extent that He did give me abilities and talents. I just try to keep these to myself waiting for opportunities to use it for my own benefits. No wonder I find myself unproductive, because it was always for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept I have a passion to serve. But I am reluctant to accept that He has given me the gift to lead. I used to be part of a discipleship group in a church, which focuses in making disciples. I knew I was being molded to lead a small group. I got scared. I got scared of the responsibility. Sadly I alienated myself from the discipleship group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, God is never going to give up on me. Philippians 1:6 “being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my personal dismay, I know my discipler consistently encourages me to write, sing, speak and lead. I know my discipler prays for it as well. Guess what? One day I lit up like a light bulb. It took me by surprise. I was disappointed with my attitude, and I wanted to repent. I want to worship and praise Him more than I have ever experienced in my life. But something was still preventing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that it is not because “I have no time”, “I am tired”, “I am shy”, and “I don’t accept I have gifts”. I added something to my list. I didn’t want to be the center of attention. I didn’t want to embarrass myself. I deliberated with God intensely asking Him if this is really what He wanted for me. He spoke to me. “Why are you afraid?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that they would find out who I am. That I have not given up my vices, even thou I proclaim myself to be a Christian. What if they found out that I haven’t successfully kicked the habit of smoking? What if they found out that my mind would still entertain impure thoughts? What if they learn about my past mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a time when I was asked to give a testimony in a retreat. I remember clearly that I was reluctant to give that testimony for I have sinned against the Lord. But the Holy Spirit inspired me that I am the best person to give the testimony. I was reminded that it wasn’t about me, but it has always been and always will be about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“10That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are weak, God becomes strong. Don’t let your past pull yourself from worshipping. God gave each one of us unique gifts. These gifts are meant to glorify Him. Tama na ang hiya hiya. Hindi ito ang panahon na ang isipin mo lang ang iyong kahihiyan at sarili. Let God use the gift He gave you. Let Him bring out the full potential in you. You don’t know your full potential until you let Him show you. Let God show you. I know I will continue to surrender myself to God. Let this writing only be a start. I am very excited that I have finally accepted that I would start my life journey with Him. I am excited to learn more about myself as He teaches me. I would like to encourage you as well to surrender all your fears, and learn to trust Him even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-450809494728462680?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/450809494728462680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=450809494728462680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/450809494728462680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/450809494728462680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi.html' title='So much to give, so much to hide'/><author><name>EJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924289211682317789</uri><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-600368266790472353.post-6097670044922868344</id><published>2008-08-30T16:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:15:47.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reconstruction'/><title type='text'>THE RECONSTRUCTION PROJECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;THE RECONSTRUCTION PROJECT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;It is apparent at this point in time that many Christians are in the plateau stage of their walk. They opt to remain stagnant than aim for a higher terrain.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have learned the basic truths of Christianity and have done the basic spiritual deeds such as praying, going to church and attending fellowships but the spiritual fervor is not as hot anymore.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No wonder why the church pews have become lukewarm, or worse, cold. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Now, if you were to turn back to the time you accepted Christ.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reconstruct the whole experience in your mind.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Color in the details: the setting, the emotions, the people and the conversation.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;1. Who shared the good news to you? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;2. When was it? During what period of your life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;3. Where? &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How did it start? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What were your initial reactions?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How did you feel after? &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What changed in your life since then?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;The good news, the story of life, or the gift of salvation is something to be shared. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You may risk being rejected or ridiculed, and most likely the person (you answered in number 1) thought about it also. And what if he/she remained silent? &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then that person could have deprived you from the joy of knowing Christ.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let’s reconstruct this experience in another person's life. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Step out of your comfort zone and tell the good news to a family member, a classmate, an officemate or a stranger.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Spread the word and you might just lead another soul to Christ. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;A missionary once said "It is unfair to hear the gospel so many times when there are those who have not heard it even once."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this September 2008, let us make a commitment to share the gospel and enable at least &lt;u&gt;ONE (1) person&lt;/u&gt; per month to undergo this once in a lifetime experience.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God has called &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;, yes you to &lt;b&gt;GO AND MAKE DISCIPLES&lt;/b&gt; and He shall fill you in with the words and wisdom as you go through this mission.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;If you wish to be part of the RECONSTRUCTION PROJECT TEAM:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Please email your name, age and church to thereconstructionproject@gmail.com.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Share to at least ONE person per month&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Invite or refer him/her to a local church &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Do not settle for the lukewarm.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;GO AND SPREAD THE FAITH!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-6097670044922868344?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6097670044922868344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=6097670044922868344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/6097670044922868344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/6097670044922868344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/reconstruction-project.html' title='THE RECONSTRUCTION PROJECT'/><author><name>Mitzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507659758392951076</uri><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-600368266790472353.post-386704325210038607</id><published>2007-11-24T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:01:25.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Covenant Singers live!</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are invited to watch the rare live performance of &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE COVENANT SINGERS &lt;br /&gt;Choral Music Ambassadors for Christ&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TCS is  composed of young people from different churches  all around the Philippines who share a common passion of serving the Lord through music.  They'll give us renditions of their original choral works, contemporary gospel songs and hymns  in various styles; from classical  to pop, from  baroque to blues, from Indian to Jewish, etc.   Let's join them , as  they  tour us  around the world through :   &lt;br /&gt;SONGS OF FAITH. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the  details:&lt;br /&gt;Date: December 14, Friday &lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:30 PM &lt;br /&gt;Venue: Philam Life , UN Avenue &lt;br /&gt;Ticket: Php  150&lt;br /&gt; Limited Capacity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may reply through this post or email thecovenantsingers@gmail.com for ticket orders. Do invite your friends! ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyous  regards,&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-386704325210038607?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/386704325210038607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=386704325210038607' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/386704325210038607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/386704325210038607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/covenant-singers-live.html' title='The Covenant Singers live!'/><author><name>Mitzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507659758392951076</uri><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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600368266790472353.post-1529848744113970619</id><published>2007-10-31T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:28:49.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>A Letter for My God's Best</title><content type='html'>Dear God’s Best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there! I am thinking of you once again. I'm not even sure if you know me or if we've met before. Weird huh? So many questions I want to ask, like where are you? Are you thinking of me too? Are you praying for us? So many thoughts I long to share. My impressions of you; experiences, etc. I want you to know that I’ve been praying about you. I hope you’re growing under God’s blanket of joy, hope and love. I hope you’re making our Father proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I’m doing good. I’m well taken care of. I’m blessed with a great set of parents, loving church family and cool friends. The abundance of God’s gifts in my life is truly overwhelming. Though at times I tend to forget all these, esp. when I am drawn to the busy-ness of life just like any other woman in her early 20’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having an active lifestyle, thoughts of you still sprout once in a while. There are times I mistake you for some other people. Okay, I confess. There was boy number one who has your sincerity, followed by a boy number two who’s got your wisdom; then there’s boy number three who’s overly patient and understanding like you; and boy number four who’s got your leadership quality. I entered a cycle of confusion, disappointments and hurts. I thank God the intensities weren’t that severe because He pulled me whenever I tend to fall deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I was going through all those just to fill my emptiness, the “vacuum” in my heart. I had mine filled with persons who possessed a number of your traits. I knew you’d be hurt knowing that I’ve given pieces of my heart away, leaving only the remains. That’s why I decided to end the cycle. Funny thing was, at that very moment the song “People Need the Lord” started playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People need the Lord People need the Lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of broken dreams He’s the open door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People need the Lord People need the Lord&lt;br /&gt;When will we realize People need the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. He is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born empty. I grew up longing for you. Some instances may have broken me even more. I had to struggle when God asked me to give all the pieces to him. How could I right? When all that's left of me were those fragile pieces. But when I did, He restored me and made me whole again. Now you will have my whole. Hope it goes the same with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In faith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-1529848744113970619?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1529848744113970619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=1529848744113970619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/1529848744113970619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/1529848744113970619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/letter-to-my-gods-best.html' title='A Letter for My God&apos;s Best'/><author><name>Mitzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507659758392951076</uri><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-600368266790472353.post-2682701808645933376</id><published>2007-10-30T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:57:37.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I keep coming back for more</title><content type='html'>Sunday services who needs it?  Most of the time, I have heard what the pastor has to say.  It wouldn't be something new.  So why do I keep coming back for more every Sunday.  I know that I have all these knowledge in my head.  I know how to differentiate right from wrong.  I realized that the problem is application.  All the knowledge in the world is useless if we don't apply what we know in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that easy to be just and fair in everything we do in our lives.  There will be times when you will lose to temptation and compromise.  In my life, I have compromised myself a lot.  I always defended my actions by saying the rest of the world is doing it.  But I am always left with the guilt feeling and heavy heart.  Uneasy of the decisions and choices I have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I started to attend Sunday services, you know that little voice that cries out.  It’s not so little anymore; it has grown to become a powerful voice inside of me.  It has developed to become an annoying voice that keeps me in check.  The Sunday service is an instrument God uses to strengthen that voice inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you that life now is much more difficult.  Everyday I am faced with choices that would test my convictions.  I find myself making difficult decisions more and more each day, because of that annoying voice inside of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are still times I still fail, but I will not deny that life has become a lot more peaceful.  Peace is starting to fill my heart.  Joy is starting to fill my heart.  I am now free of the burdens I used to carry.  This is the reason I keep coming back for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-2682701808645933376?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2682701808645933376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=2682701808645933376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/2682701808645933376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/2682701808645933376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-i-keep-coming-back-for-more.html' title='Why I keep coming back for more'/><author><name>EJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924289211682317789</uri><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-600368266790472353.post-783582451619619627</id><published>2007-09-04T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:09:48.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basta ikaw lord'/><title type='text'>Basta Ikaw Lord!</title><content type='html'>You can call me EJ.  Am a struggling 28 year old Christian.  The last two weeks has been a roller coaster for me.  My best friend for ten years decided to end our friendship.  A few days later another good friend told me that it would be best to end our friendship.  These two came as a shock for me.  I wasn't aware something was wrong.  I called out to God and said "Bahala ka na Lord"  I wanted God to fix everything for me.  I wanted Him to snap His fingers and solve everything in an instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those two weeks I found myself in prayer and talking to God more often.   I remembered what the pastor in my church said.  "if we close our hands tightly God will not be able to give His many blessings and gifts to us.  On the other hand, if we open our hands wide, He will pour unto us bountiful blessings."  This is what God is telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, I started to open my tightly closed fist.  Through God's goodness, He touched my friends.  He opened avenues of communciations.   I am now in the process of reconciling with my friends.  I am scared of the outcome, but I have faith that God has great plans for me.  I will put my faith and trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much reflection and prayer, I thought of the statement "bahala ka na Lord", and I felt it wasn't what He wanted.  After more prayer and reflection, "Basta Ikaw Lord" came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bahala ka na Lord" I left it all in His hands, and I would just sit around waiting for His response.  "Basta Ikaw Lord" whatever He wants me to do, I will follow.  He commands and I will obey.  There is a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to post your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-783582451619619627?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/783582451619619627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=783582451619619627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/783582451619619627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/783582451619619627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/basta-ikaw-lord.html' title='Basta Ikaw Lord!'/><author><name>EJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924289211682317789</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600368266790472353.post-7120184273279777396</id><published>2007-08-31T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:21:13.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>What's a Success Story</title><content type='html'>Visit a local bookstore near you. You’ll see racks and racks of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;steps-to-success&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; books ranging from money-making (selling, marketing) cha-cha-chings, to diets, relationships, series of discovering full potential stuff, etc. It’s as if there’s a surefire way of success in everything so long that you take all the noted steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure many of us would shout a big ‘yes!’ and match it with big eyes and big smiles when asked if we want to be successful. Then upon hearing the follow-up questions our faces would be like an anxious kid who’s called for recitation in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, what is REAL success anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Is it so easily achievable that all we have to do is keep track of the calculated actions stated in a book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we may have different educational backgrounds, upbringing, and field of interests, many of us in one way or another want to have a success story. But we get distracted by the sights and wonders the world's got to offer. Some feel lost. Others weary themselves out in search of opportunities at ground zero. &lt;strong&gt;We want to succeed, yet we are not even sure what it means. &lt;/strong&gt;Is it the journey or the outcome? At the moment, I suggest we should try to block November 29 to December 1 off our schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;PLEASING MY ULTIMATE BOSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/Rte3fYUTNXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I2QISzIszDA/s1600-h/ascop.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/Rte3fYUTNXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I2QISzIszDA/s1600-h/ascop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104750452379170162" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" height="360" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/Rte3fYUTNXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I2QISzIszDA/s320/ascop.bmp" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here’s an overview of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Venue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oxford Hotel Pampanga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nov 29 to Dec 1, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This camp &lt;strong&gt;promotes camaraderie&lt;/strong&gt; among the AZCOP young professionals and &lt;strong&gt;inspires them to passionately apply the biblical principles&lt;/strong&gt; in all aspects of their lives for the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;success the Christian way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, defining success as gaining God’s standard, whether it is personal, family, spiritual or in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Participating Churches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Bacolod Trinity Church, Jubilee Evangelical Church, UEC Angeles, UEC Greenhills, UEC Gen Santos, UEC Malabon, UEC Naga, UEC Pasay, UEC Philippines, UEC Sta Cruz, UEC Vigan, and UEC Zamboanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;There will be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;workshops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; catering to your needs like handling family business, Investing, Public Speaking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll even discover your success story there. See you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-7120184273279777396?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7120184273279777396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=7120184273279777396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/7120184273279777396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/7120184273279777396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-be-successful.html' title='What&apos;s a Success Story'/><author><name>Mitzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507659758392951076</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/Rte3fYUTNXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I2QISzIszDA/s72-c/ascop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600368266790472353.post-7159631867094859290</id><published>2007-08-30T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:24:00.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasing my Ultimate Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/azcopypcamp2007/home.html"&gt;Pleasing my Ultimate Boss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xlqnwMYkKM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xlqnwMYkKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-7159631867094859290?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7159631867094859290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=7159631867094859290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/7159631867094859290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/7159631867094859290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/pleasing-my-ultimate-boss.html' title='Pleasing my Ultimate Boss'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637213158190818184</uri><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-600368266790472353.post-4506495205191766060</id><published>2007-08-23T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:12:45.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>Hi would like to share this poem that I read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;by Ruth Harms Calkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_NQ1c07748/Rs1OPhgJOzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JgyStBeupQc/s1600-h/helping_elderly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_NQ1c07748/Rs1OPhgJOzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JgyStBeupQc/s320/helping_elderly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101819981478837042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Lord, how I serve You&lt;br /&gt;With great emotional fervor&lt;br /&gt;In the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;You know how eagerly I speak for You&lt;br /&gt;At a women’s club.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I effervesce when I promote&lt;br /&gt;A fellowship group.&lt;br /&gt;You know my genuine enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;At a Bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how would I react, I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If You pointed to a basin of water&lt;br /&gt;And asked me to wash the callused feet&lt;br /&gt;Of a bent and wrinkled old woman&lt;br /&gt;Day after day,&lt;br /&gt;Month after month,&lt;br /&gt;In a room where nobody saw&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-4506495205191766060?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4506495205191766060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=4506495205191766060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/4506495205191766060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/4506495205191766060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637213158190818184</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_NQ1c07748/Rs1OPhgJOzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JgyStBeupQc/s72-c/helping_elderly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600368266790472353.post-4881021469089135911</id><published>2007-08-18T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:45:07.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>A Father's Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/RsbpDoUTNVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m2v4LTL_drg/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100019876615107922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/RsbpDoUTNVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m2v4LTL_drg/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deafening noise of this world&lt;br /&gt;The entangled hopes,&lt;br /&gt;tied on aimless ropes&lt;br /&gt;The fury of man&lt;br /&gt;His perilous passion&lt;br /&gt;for cold rocks and stones&lt;br /&gt;Veiled his sight&lt;br /&gt;Distorted his senses&lt;br /&gt;Buried him to the depth&lt;br /&gt;Of nothingness and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Where emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Haunted his every waking hour&lt;br /&gt;And devoured the song of his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a melody&lt;br /&gt;So pure and gentle&lt;br /&gt;That a Father made&lt;br /&gt;For an innocent and hopeful child.&lt;br /&gt;She danced, she leaped,&lt;br /&gt;Ecstatic with the heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Sound of music.&lt;br /&gt;She soared, she glided,&lt;br /&gt;Along with the song,&lt;br /&gt;She shouted for joy.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, her shouts were but ashes&lt;br /&gt;to the intensity of the clamor outside.&lt;br /&gt;Still, the soft music kept on playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly, she got distracted.&lt;br /&gt;As she grew more accustomed&lt;br /&gt;To the noise of this world.&lt;br /&gt;She thirsted for something else.&lt;br /&gt;The melody was no longer enough&lt;br /&gt;To sustain her once a joyous life.&lt;br /&gt;Whispers from the deep,&lt;br /&gt;She caught in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;In anguish she cried out,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, her cries were but ashes&lt;br /&gt;to the intensity of the clamor outside.&lt;br /&gt;Still, the soft music kept on playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing His child daunted,&lt;br /&gt;The Father knocked at the door.&lt;br /&gt;The girl laid restless,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of scolding and spanking.&lt;br /&gt;Upon more knocks,&lt;br /&gt;And a voice that said “Child open the door,”&lt;br /&gt;In fear, she opened it.&lt;br /&gt;But much to her surprise,&lt;br /&gt;She was welcomed&lt;br /&gt;By His warm loving embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;in awe of His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Father said,&lt;br /&gt;“Shh… Rest my princess.&lt;br /&gt;It may not show in this world,&lt;br /&gt;But you are very special,&lt;br /&gt;Let the music remind you always.&lt;br /&gt;My music is yours to keep.&lt;br /&gt;My music is my life.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-4881021469089135911?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4881021469089135911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=4881021469089135911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/4881021469089135911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/4881021469089135911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/soft-music.html' title='A Father&apos;s Music'/><author><name>Mitzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507659758392951076</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/RsbpDoUTNVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m2v4LTL_drg/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600368266790472353.post-4357419585691875746</id><published>2007-08-17T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:57:44.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profession'/><title type='text'>Who's Your Boss?</title><content type='html'>The first notion I've had of Young Professionals was that they are those individuals who are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of course but are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adult enough to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wear cool suits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well that's how those &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ralph Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; posters taught me. They're usually the first to own new gadgets and cars. Their time is worth &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58k gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Often, they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hang-out in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; meet clients in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, have their dates in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of these Young Professionals? Or do you aspire to be more? I've met those who despite their busy-ness were able to find time to teach and encourage a group. Some were burdened by problems not of their own and they then promoted a cause. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Others gave up their suits, gadgets and leisure afternoon coffee to carry a mission of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;saving lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; These are Young Professionals whose &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goal is not to be admired by society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Their profession doesn't make much money or bring them to the limelight. They've been called to &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continue walking Christ's steps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;make fishers of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not with a fishing pole and bait or anything like that. They &lt;strong&gt;obeyed to His calling&lt;/strong&gt;. Their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hearts have been unveiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see the world in His eyes. They become the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;catalysts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in this society. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lives are changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; through them. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These people are blessed with so much joy, peace, love and hope that they opt to share them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They were once empty, but now they're full; once weak, now strong; once filled with anger, now love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you also have the same calling. Maybe you hear &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;God knocking at your heart&lt;/span&gt; saying "My dear&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(but we're merely supposed to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;servants&lt;/span&gt;), I have &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG plans for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want to show you how great the extent of your gifts and abilities could become. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Will you follow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you make Him your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOSS&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-4357419585691875746?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4357419585691875746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=4357419585691875746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/4357419585691875746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/4357419585691875746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/camp-for-young-professionals.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Boss?'/><author><name>Mitzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507659758392951076</uri><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-600368266790472353.post-6906292423283153413</id><published>2007-08-17T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:33:27.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellowship'/><title type='text'>Thank God it's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've always been looking forward to it ever since I was a kid. But of course my reason for getting giddy over it changes through time. Like when I was in &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TV-all-nighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kinda thing. After I do my&lt;em&gt; mopit&lt;/em&gt; (Chinese Calligraphy), my hands would automatically grab the remote and I'd watch&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lamb Chops Play Along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You've probably guessed my age from there. Come &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Fridays became my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Telebabad Night&lt;/span&gt;. I'd talk to my bestfriends for hours even if we just spent the whole day together. I still can't understand why there were so many (&lt;strong&gt;senseless&lt;/strong&gt; i guess) things to talk about. When I entered college &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fridays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; became my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Indulgence Night&lt;/span&gt;. Eating, sleeping, watching movies, anything that's fattening, you name it; that's what I normally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/RsbvRYUTNWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eCy3792ggDA/s1600-h/fellowship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100026709908075874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/RsbvRYUTNWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eCy3792ggDA/s320/fellowship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though those &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fridays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were fun, they weren't really meaningful. I didn't grow mentally, emotionally or spiritually... well, just physically I guess (hehe). Now that I've graduated college and officially a part of the Young Professionals population, I see Fridays in a different light. It's a good wrap up for the week's stress at work. It can also be a fun&amp;amp;value-filled night. I together with other Young Pros have fellowship in our fave hangout place, a coffee shop! So what we do on these nights? Usually, we study God's word, share our thoughts and ideas, encourage each other to grow. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess young pros nowadays aren't really all about just being money-makers, they long to find a noble purpose to pursue, fulfill it faithfully and help others do the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Spending time with my brothers and sisters in Christ has no doubt &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;strengthened my faith and added my joy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I'm glad I ain't glued to the tube anymore, or else, I won't have met this wonderful bunch in the course of life's bumpy ride. Oh yeah, today's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! You are more than welcome to join us. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/600368266790472353-6906292423283153413?l=youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6906292423283153413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=600368266790472353&amp;postID=6906292423283153413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/6906292423283153413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/600368266790472353/posts/default/6906292423283153413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngprofessionalscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God it&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Mitzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507659758392951076</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzWDjDML5OI/RsbvRYUTNWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eCy3792ggDA/s72-c/fellowship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
