2 Tim 1:7 " For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipine."

To know the history, activities, news, sermon,etc regarding St.Patrick's Church, do visit the House of Prayer for All Natons' website.

For those of you who is in Kuala Lumpur, Subang Jaya, USJ, PJS, Bandar Sunway, Petaling Jaya, or other area, if you having hard time to find a church that really suitable for you, why not go to Faith Christian Centre in Bandar Sunway!  If you visit the House of Prayer for All Nations web site, you probably found out that Faith Christian Centre is wholly supported by  St. Patrick's Church, Sabah.  Faith Christian Centre have services in English, Chinese and BM.  Senior Pastor for this church is Archdeacon Albert Vun and the Pastor-in-charge is Rev. Lin Khee Vun.  

Faith Christian Centre Vision Statment:
"To build a Cell Church, strong in the power, love and discipline where every member is trained and mobilized to fulfill the Great Commission."

Faith Christian Centre is located at:
No.17-3, Jalan PJS8/5, 
46150, Bandar Sunway,
Petaling Jaya,
Selangor Darul Ehsan,
Malaysia.
Tel:  03-5635 8590; 03-5635 8601
Fax: 03-5635 1377
Email: faithcc2@tm.net.my

If you are new in Bristol, London or Cardiff, you are invited to come to OCF ( Oversea Christian Fellowship) meeting. In Bristol, meeting held on every Friday everning at 8pm at Bristol University's Student Union, 4th Floor, Committee Room 4.   OCF's aim and motto is "To reach out, build up and send back".  If you are in UK and you wish to know more about us, do come along. You are very welcome to join us. If you have any quieries, do email us by <ocf_bristol@hotmail.com>

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PRAYING HANDS

Want to understand love by action?  Have a read on this....

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, Germany, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen!

In order merely to keep food on the table for this big family, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighbourhood.

Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by labouring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.

Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honoured position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfil his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver point sketches, water-colours, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!

Last Easter (1999), I paid a visit to John Wesley's Chapel (The New Room) Broadmead, Bristol.  Before I came to Bristol, a friend of mine told me about this Chapel.  It is allocated in the City Centre. I passed by this Chapel at least 50 times now, but I never take any step to pay a visit of this Chapel until Friday the 14/5/1999.  This Chapel is the first Methodist Chapel in the world.  It was formed in the year 1739.
John Wesley was a priet in the Church of England.  He came to Bristol in 1739 and started preaching to the poor in the open air ( You can still see people preaching in the open air now a day).  Wesley gathered those who responded into religious societies which met in people's homes.  Within weeks their numbers had increased so much that a new meeting place was needed.  He bought a small patch of land and built what he call ' our new room in the Horsefair'.   It was used as a dispensary and schoolroom for the poor as well as meetings and worship.  It is still known today by Methodists as 'the New Room'.

Footprints

One night I dreamed a dream.
I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
one belonging to me and one to my Lord.
When the last scene of my life shot before me
I looked back at the footprints in the sand and to my surprise,
I noticed that many times along the path of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I realized that this was at the lowest and saddest times of my life.
This always bothered me and i questioned the Lord about my dilemma.
"Lord, you told me when I decided to follow You,
You would walk and talk with me all the way.
But I am aware that during the most troublesome time of my life there is only one set of footprints.
I just don't understand why, when I needed You most, You leave me."
He whispered, " My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, never, ever, during your trials and testing.
When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.".

May the blessing of God be with you always!!!

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