Fruitful Labor

Fruitful labor, what a delight;
To do the chores of the day, it is not a fight!
Awake each day, to hear peoples' plight,
Direct them to Jesus, He is the Light!

Trust in Him, He is our might,
Forever on Him shall be our sight,
Till the day we embark on heaven's flight,
Fruitful labor, what a delight!

Fruitful Labor by The Pilgrim

Favorite Movie - Rudy

Sometimes a winner is a dreamer who just won't quit.
When people say dreams don't come true, tell them about Rudy.

http://www.rudyinternational.com/video/video1.html

Coincidences? Not!

V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure you I mean you no harm.
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into poster on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
[giggles]
V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But, to whom am I speaking with?
Evey Hammond: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey Hammond: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don't believe in coincidences.

V for Vendetta

Ratatouille

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.

Anton Ego, Ratatouille

Resurrection Rules Still

No matter what is stolen,
No matter what is killed,
No matter what lays in ruin,
Resurrection Rules Still.

The stolen life will be returned,
To more splendor than before.
The Faithful shall be rewarded,
With abundant life and more!

Dreams that have compromised and died,
Will be wakened from their graves.
Though the timing has already changed,
They are accomplished in some other ways.

Relationships that are destroyed,
With selfishness and pride,
In the Lord's furnace they burn again,
To come out as gold as bright.

Resurrection Rules Still by The Pilgrim

Who Would True Valor See

Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.

Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
He’ll with a giant fight,
He will have a right
To be a pilgrim.

Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit,
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He’ll fear not what men say,
He’ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.

Who Would True Valor See by John Bunyan

The Clown Fish

No one else can take a joke
Better than this friend.
Though a real clown he is not,
With him laughter never ends.

A Fish that knows the oceans,
Much knowledge gained from cyber-seas.
With a “I’m feeling lucky”,
He conquers the net with ease.

No longer just in stripes and checks,
He looks better with each passing day,
“Much more handsome he has become”,
This I often hear people say.

A man who goes out of his way,
To bless those he oversee.
Allowing God to challenge and mould him,
A mighty fine man he will be.

The Clown Fish by Pilgrim

The Rabbit

What do you see when you look at this Rabbit?
Is it her sincere eyes that are brightly lit?
With a sincere heart too she blesses her friends,
Wonderful cards come out of her hands.

Or how about her two long ears?
Whatever you share she will gladly hear.
Always able to see our Lord’s way,
“Praise the Lord!” she will often say.

Covered with soft fur as white as snow,
Gentleness and purity this lady shows.
Our Lord’s Words she would tightly hold,
In God’s eyes she is more precious than gold.

So what do you see when you look at this Rabbit?
Do you see that size does not limit?
Or that happiness comes from a simple plan…
Just follow Him and hold His hand.

The Rabbit by Pilgrim

A New Year, A New Season

In the blink of an eye, we are already into the third day of the new year. How time flies! There are so many things waiting to be done, even more that I want to do, and some that I owe, hee. Well, no matter what, time and tide waits for no man. No point lamenting, no point complaining, just have to keep going forward.

In His strength...
Pilgrim will keep on walking

The Trinitarian

Pilgrim on a journey, the One he seeks to find,

Is He in ancient stories, yet appears through all times.

With the bible in one hand, he starts across the land,

Yet as he reads the Word, he knows he must form a band.

Thus Pilgrim asks and prays, to his Lord his requests lay,

Without any delay, the Lord brought him to this place,

Where pilgrims come together, all to seek His face,

With patience with each other, showing our Lord's grace.

In groups they meet often, much like those ancient days,

With support and encouragement, much fun, food and play.

When it is time for war, these people rise and soar,

Without any restraints, these people pour and pour.

To walk in this journey, with men and women such,

Pilgrim gives thanks endless, to He who blessed him much.

No longer just a loner, but to Trinity's tribe he belongs,

Now a Trinitarian on a journey, swift merry feet hurries him along.

The Trinitarian by Pilgrim

In His Hands

Gifts for exchange, goods for exchange,
Everyone can come, no matter what age,
Nothing is too cheap, and nothing too dear,
There is only one fear - you do not believe what you hear.

"A broken toy is all I have", a little boy laments,
"I broke it with my clumsy hands but I have since repent."
"Give it to me my dear child and go put on a smile,
I can make it new again, just have to wait awhile."

"A worn out shoe is all I have", says a teenage girl in tears,
"I danced and practiced all day long to fit in with my peers."
"Give it to me my dear child and rest your heart and feet,
You are precious and special, these words you must first keep."

"A failed business plan is all I have", a young man interjects,
"I wanted to make a million but now I am in debt."
"Would you trust me and believe me to take a step a time?
Not jump at every opportune just to make one more dime?"

Can we be like that little child with those clumsy hands,
When he knew that he is wrong he will soon repent.
Or are we like the teenage girl, whose eyes were on the shoe?
Unless she first keeps those words new shoes will wear out soon.

Or are we like the young man who had a business plan?
Even with a million, the chasing will never end.
Can we put everything, all in our Lord's hands,
Hear Him and obey Him, not follow what the world demands.

In His Hands by Pilgrim

The Zebra

When I think of stripes and dimples,
Or a man without any pimples,
Zebra comes to my mind immediate,
A handsome man who is a little quiet.

Curious he is when in a conversation,
Many questions he asks to get clarification.
Playful he is and jokes he freely shares,
Helpful he is and this is how he cares.

Blessed with an analytical mind,
To think and ponder – he is the kind.
Perhaps like stripes white and black,
There is no gray in his mental sack.

Black or white, Hot or cold,
Choose only one, we are told.
Not the dark but into light,
Zebra to Pegasus, from ground to flight.

The Zebra by Pilgrim

The Courageous Pilgrim

A Pilgrim is He who not only dreams, but seeks to live the Journey.
Though the Journey may be braced with Mountains and Valleys,
Yet with courage he edge forward, knowing that the Maker of his life is his Firm Foundation.
With every step, He finds himself being drawn closer to the beauty of his Maker.
Each step marks a step of Faith and Trust in the One whom He knows is Sovereign.
Each step marks the building of Spiritual muscle and stamina that not only sustains him, but builds in others the same Fervor and Stamina in the Maker.
Truly, such Spirit and Tenacity is a Wonderful Treasure in the Maker’s eyes.
Surely the words “Well Done, Good and Faithful Servant” will be bestowed as the Pilgrim journey on.
A Delight to the Maker’s heart indeed is Pilgrim’s faith.
A Sweet Offering of Praise and Worship to the Maker is His yielding Heart to the Maker’s Will.
Journey on with Courage, Dear Pilgrim. And remember to enjoy the beauty of the journey that the Maker has for You!

The Courageous Pilgrim by Ant

The Sheep

For clear evidence that laughter is contagious,
Hang around with this Sheep who is infectious,
With joyfulness and always a big smile,
She welcomes and refreshes even if just for a short while.

A sincere heart she has for our Lord,
His face she would everyday sought.
If you too would like to look for the Shepherd,
She is one to spur you onward.

Her opinions she would frankly share,
This is how she shows she cares.
She listens to the hearts of her friends,
It is as if she is holding their hands.

Over many meals would friendships be built,
Cos this Sheep’s stomach is seldom filled,
Just like her desire for our heavenly Father,
She wants Him much more than any other.

The Sheep by Pilgrim

The Three Young Cats

A refined and more detailed version of the story shared in a gathering last Friday.

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Once upon a time, there were 3 little cats. They grew up in a palace together with their father. Although they were brothers, they were very different from one another. The eldest was full of passion and energy, but he has a short attention span. The second was pragmatic, always ready to analyse and plan with cool-headedness. The third was one who was most obedient to the father and purest in heart, but seemingly the weakest of all the cats. They would gather at the window daily, looking towards the jungle near their home, longing for the day that they would be able to go out into the world to prove their worth and experience life.

Finally, one day, the first cat came of age and said to the Father, “I am a son of the great Lion and I have energy and passion, not to mention a great vision for the world. I am ready!” So he packed up his bags hurriedly and went on his way. In less than a year, he was back in the palace. Working non-stop for a few months in a row tire him out and the busyness of life has stripped him of his passion. He decided he needed to rest and came home, and has been resting ever since.

One day, the second cat came of age and said to the Father, “I am a son of the great Lion and people would expect a lot from me. Though I am of age to set out in the world, yet I feel that there are many areas that I am inexperienced and unschooled, I need to learn and read more so that I would not disgrace my Father.” So he spent his time in the library, day and night he was there. And is still there. He never once stepped out of the house.

The youngest cat witnessed the actions of the two elder brothers and thought to himself what he should do. He could not come up with any better ideas or suggestions of what he can and should do out in the jungle. “I am a son of the great Lion, my Father is the One who rules the entire kingdom and jungle, surely He would know what is best.” So the third cat went and inquired of the Father. Day by day he listened and noted on how to manage his life and kingdom, night by night he allowed the words of the Father to stir in him the visions and passion for the kingdom.
When he finally came of age, he was ready. Yet he did not go alone. He asked the Father to give to him the best adviser and guide in the land, one who knew the Father’s heart, so that they might travel together. He asked for a pigeon so that he can always have direct line to his Father in the palace. Whatever he did and wherever he goes, it was as if the Father went along with Him. He was the one, though he was the weakest, yet was the most successful.

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The Pilgrim

Pilgrm on the road,
Unbattered by the storms,
Tenacity he shows,
On every path he goes.
Few are his words,
Yet each is meaningful.
Befriending him,
You'll regret not,
He is giving his all.

The Pilgrim by Oink aka Owl
Have put it up here in case it disappears after some time on the tag board.

The Owl

Just like fruitfulness defines,
The quality of a tree,
A look at her carecell you’ll find,
A leader this Owl is meant to be.

With words of wisdom and knowledge,
She guides His sheep aright,
With a shepherd’s heart she will stage
Opportunities for those below to rise.

Always seeking to grow
To know our Dear Lord more,
Always yearning to sow
Treasures in many hearts she stores.

No doubt in time we’ll see
Much more of God’s imprint,
Bringing her jubilee,
Into her destiny she will sprint!

The Owl by Pilgrim

The Seahorse

There is no one with more celebratory eyes;
Wonderful birthday parties she designs.
With gifts and numerous surprises,
The numbers of people blessed are endless.

Much love for her friends she has,
Obvious from her blog this is.
Her passion no one needs to guess,
Our Lord is the One she please.

If you need to be a little wild,
This Seahorse you must ask for company,
Or someone to shop for things with style,
I’m sure she will go happily.

If you need a friend to listen,
This Seahorse is one you ought to know.
Not someone to argue or reason,
God’s love and patience she would show.

The Seahorse by Pilgrim

The Starfish

Who could reside in the heavens?
At the same time in the seas?
The one guy amongst the brethren,
Who looks good in shirts and tees.

A star he is definitely,
His servant heart often shining!
Be at the altars he is likely,
For many others he is praying.

Not afraid to get his feet wet,
Always teachable and learning.
Into deep waters he won't fret,
He knows God's hand is holding.

So have a blessed birthday Starfish,
Be it in the heavens or the seas.
For God's work to be accomplished,
In you is what we long to see.

The Starfish by Pilgrim

The Polar Bear

Three days of celebration,
With much appreciation,
For our friend the Polar Bear.

With words of encouragement,
Without any judgment,
He would willingly share.

Time he gives freely,
To those that are needy,
He has a heart that cares.

So we ask of our Father,
To bless this brother
Better than the average bear.

The Polar Bear by Pilgrim