Testimony of Cheshire Home, by Tavia

That day when we go Cheshire Home, I brought an excited and eager heart to see and experience something new. When I arrived there, I saw many different peoples there. Before I went to Cheshire home, I ever went this kind of place before at my hometown, Sandakan which is at Sabah. So that time I wasn't so scared and was ready to help.

Before I went to Cheshire Home,I face some problems. I face a very big friendship problem to be exact. I was very ego last time, and because of that ego, I didn't expect I can make many friendship problem happen. When one of my friend told me about my bad habits, I fell badly. I like the quote "The higher you climb, the harder you fall". At that time, my life felt very useless, I felt unworthy to become God's child. My faith to God decreases day by day. And everyday negative thinking flooded my mind, I felt no use, not worthy and so on. It made me feel like i don't want to talk anymore. At that time, I hope to became someone like Robinson Crusoe, alone in place, away from everything. I felt like I don't want face any people and I wanted escape from all my problems.

When I was at Cheshire Home, I feel pity for the occupants. They were not as normal as us. We got a perfect body, but they don't. Then I thought of my problem. How big was my problem that made me so no energy to keep striving to live? They're not perfect yet they still always thanks God for what they have. They always have a happy face. From there, I learn not to always give up easily. They still live joyfully although not perfect, we're prefect thus we should live happier than them. We must always be thankful for what we have. After that visitation Kenny, as a leader, also scold me, and told me that I should get up now! I must change and make a testimony. From that day on, my faith to God are increasing, now I understand more on how to pray faithfully that God's want. I really thank God although I fell badly and go through many tears, hurt, pain and suffering. In the end, I learn a valuable lesson and more become more mature.

Hallelujah praise the Lord!



Tavia


A Visitation To Cheshire Home

On 17th January 2010, a Sunday afternoon, I went to visit the Cheshire Home with all the committee members in ICCF. Cheshire Home is a place where the people with disabilities live together. This was my first time visit to Cheshire Home. So I felt happy and excited.

When we reach there, the person in charge has not arrived yet. So, we waited at there for a while. While we were waiting, we had a chance to walk around. I saw a small swimming pool there.



I saw many disabled people were sitting on the wheelchair. They can speak and express themselves but unclear. Some people may have disability that lasts for a short period of time whereas some may lasts for a whole lifetime.

We took pictures together. They looked very happy even though they are disabled. I saw Ah Ben went to hug a little boy who was tied beside the table. i was shocked of his action. We also distributed the oranges and "ang pao" to the. They were happy when received the gifts. I saw there were still many disabled people who were lying on the bed. I felt pitiful when I saw them.

There were many hand made handicrafts. The key chains in different types and shapes are handmade by the disabled people in the Cheshire Home. A woman is making blanket. They enjoyed their life. I think they are very strong to live in this world.


This visitation gives awareness to me to be grateful for what I have now and what is given to me by the God. I hope I have opportunity to go there again in the future.



By Kate

Take The Time

This is a poem written by one of the occupant of Cheshire Home

Take the time
Take the time to Love
It is the secret of eternal youth.
Take the time to laugh
It is the music of the heart.
Take the time to cry
It is the sign of a large heart.
Take the time to read
It is a source of knowledge.
Take the time to hear
It is the power of intelligent.
Take the time to think
It is the key to success.
Take the time to play
It is the freshness if children.
Take the time to dream
It is the breath of happiness.
Take the time to love
Because time passes QUICKLY and NEVER return.

By: PAT. S
7th Jan 2009



Hendry

Testimony of Cheshire Home, by Ben

What is the greatest gift that you have received before? A laptop? A Hand phone? Cash money? I prefer a laptop now. Haha..

But one day I went to visit Cheshire Home and I saw a lot of disabled people there. There were young and old people, male and female. Some of them can speak but not that clear, some of them can’t walk, and there were many more. When I first saw them, I just felt that “ Wao.. so many disabled people...”. Before I went to Cheshire Home, what's going through my mind was I just want to go there for a normal visit and just have some fun. But when I saw them, a sound came out from my heart. It says “Go and hug them”. With faith, I went and hug a kid. You know what. Once I hug the kid, I felt warm and joyful. I can feel that Love is with me. Although they are disabled, but I know that they are happy.

After this visitation I feel like I am so special, I mean I am complete. I remember got a guy I know, lets just name him "A" . "A "told me that he is very useless, not special, and not suppose to be born into this world. "A", if you see this blog, I wish you will see this. I want to tell you that although we might do wrong, its because we are Human. But don’t think that we are not suppose to be born in this world. We are here by the plan and grace of God, and I'm sure God has a blue print for all of us. Look at those disabled people, they are not complete but yet they are living with joy and walk until the end. So my friends, I just want to say that don’t give up so easy and remember how blessed we are. Every new day is a blessed day for you. ^^

I saw one aunt and I have a nice conversation with her. She told me that she was making a blanket. It’s already half way done and she also told me that the way she did the blanket will make it warmer.


Today when I write this, suddenly I think of my mum. She also knows how to do this kind of blanket and ask me to use it when I study and INTI. But at first I reject I just take it then when i reach INTI, I just throw it inside my wardrobe because it doesn't look nice and that warm. But now I think, the blanket is the most warm and valuable gift for me. And I wanna say sorry to my mum and "Mum, I Love You".

And thank God for giving me the greatest gift.



Ben

Testimony of Cheshire Home, by Qiki

This is the first time I go to this kind of place, Cheshire Home, and when I came and arrive at that place I feel really scared because I never go to that kind of place before. But I tried not to be scared because I went with my other friends, and I know maybe this is the first or second time for them to go and visit that kind of place too.

When we start to meet them (the disabled peoples), I start to feel pity for their life and, I felt sad because unlike us who have perfect and complete body and can live full of freedom outside the world, but them? They can only stay at that home and far away from their families.

But I felt so happy, because when we play and share stories with each other, I can feel the happiness around them. And I manage to know one of the girl there, her name is Julia, and she's from Bintulu.


She felt so happy when she know that I came from Bintulu too. And she asked me to give her my handphone number. Julia told me that she start staying at Cheshire Home since she she was 10 years, and now she is 19 years old. And for 9 years she stayed at Cheshire and do you know how many times she went back to Bintulu?

Once

But I know she still feels happy to stay there because she although she is far away from her family she still got a lot of friend to befriend with her.

So, I felt that I was wrong when I feel scare at the first time because they never made me scare at first, but instead they made me feel happy and comforting. ^^



-Qiki-

Testimony of Cheshire Home, by Remie

This is my first time to go to Cheshire Home. First time I come to the place I was so scared because I never go to Cheshire Home before. But I was happy because everyone supported me, especially the ICCF committee and I was able to get closer with the disabled peoples.

I like the place there because I can relax in peace. Besides that, I can help the disabled people and talk about many stories. I really like Cheshire Home because that place is so wonderful, especially the swimming pool :D I looked at the disabled peoples at there and they were all very happy because there a lot of people came to visit and help them around.

At the Cheshire Home I saw one of the disabled people and she want to talk to me about something. Her name is Benica. She was so happy to tell me about how she can manage to live until now. I tried very hard to listen what she wants to say but I cannot understand her because she can't talk clearly. I was not satisfied because I want to now her story, thus I tried very hard to listen to what she wants to say. When I manage to understand, I wanted to cry because I know it has been a long time since her life is like that . But yet I was happy because she shared her story to me. I really appreciate it and happy because Benica really wants me to know her life. I was thinking why we can't live without our family?

I was really happy and I'm not scare anymore because I know the patience of the disabled people are the testimony of their challenge and test of life.




Remie

Now I See: The DIY book

It just so happens that I had the time to waste away while waiting for stuff in the oven to cook, so yeah, here comes another ramble! Well, not really, this one might be useful somewhat at the very least.

I was thinking of sharing about me and the Bible to the guys, but since that topic was discussed last week, I think its a little inappropriate to talk about it a week later, so well, I decided to put my thoughts here, which will still send the message (to some intended receivers) and allow me to have a pin up reminder to refer to next time. I guess thats what I gotta love about free storage spaces online (Well, you get to syok sendiri a bit also bah).

For introductions, I'm a very down to earth person. I don't believe in fairy tales, or happy endings and the like. Maybe thats what gives me that 'long piak' attitude at times. Don't expect any shortcuts, or miracles or anybody else to help you, to sum it up. Even in my times in school, academically, I was best in Science subjects, and I took a great interest in astronomy since I was a child. Therefore, by the time I was in Primary 6, I already had some knowledge of stuff we would learn only in Form 4 and 5. The kind of upbringing I had perhaps gave me this 'trait', me and my brother grew up around Legos, and as a result, were both quite adept at rotating stuff around using our minds (Not literally hahaha). I'm glad my bro is still into level designing, while I kinda lost interest in 3D stuff after I finished my studies (Hopefully I could utilize it again someday). The other aspect we seemed to have developed was an active imagination. You wouldn't want to know the kind of things we were talking about every day and night before we got separated. Well, given that background, generally I consider myself a realistic person, with a knack for improvisation (assuming as always - I'm not saying that everybody thinks the same as I do). Well, that is in the context of academic thoughts I guess.

I used to read books as a kid, lots of fiction at first, but I grew fond of stories which revolved around the lives of others. Those stupid Alice in Wonderland and Jack and the Beanstalk almost made me puke. So the was the time I was reading Enid Blytons mystery books and stuff - and came a time I just kinda threw all these out of the window and started reading non-fiction. Maybe after a while I wanted something real, rather than stuff thought up by others. In some way, maybe this is why I just hate Harry Potter in a way, despite the fact that the plot, writing, character development and such is amazing. In the end, the imaginations of a single lady influenced generations around the world.



Well, getting back on topic (i know, i know) - the Bible was not a book I was fond of. I neither liked it nor disliked it. I found the stories strange and hard to understand. The only story I understood as a child was of course, the story of Jesus, as any Christian child would be brought up to understand. Who was God? Sik tau. Was God all powerful, fair and loving? Nadai lah.. Parai ada lah... (as in the environment I was in at that time.. ROFL) So well, I gave the Bible the label of "fiction" and put it aside, since I prefered to read something real. Well, that was until I started to understand English a little better, expanding my vocabulary, etc,etc. Then I started to understand certain books and their stories and the writing style of the Middle East in the olden times. It was over time that I started to realise and understand the content that was in this magnificient book. Please note that I'm writing from a neutral point of view here, not pro-Christian or not. This is my view of the book before I even understood the meaning of a relationship with God. And this is the most objective view I can present it as, which I assume should be fair due to my scientific background.

From an objective viewpoint, the Bible was the most comprehensive Do It Yourself book I have first seen anywhere. It talks so much about life. While I assumed that the stories were fake, when I started studying about the culture and histories of the civilizations of that time, everything recorded in the Bible is in accordance with historical records. And the original content of the Bible has been proven to be accurate over the milennia until now, which is sort of a compendium of various writings with regard to the Israelites, Judaism, bla bla bla (I forgot honestly hahaha). As I started to unravel the writings and took some snippets of the Bible in its original form, Hebrew inscriptions - I gave up there - But they are very similar in style to writings of old, like the ancient Chinese, and perhaps Arabic where sentences are written upside down compared to English.It became clear I did not need to disprove the authenticity of the Bible, so I know that what I held in my hands was something that was still original, but just perhaps translated. I went into a little bit of the olden literature and writing styles so that I could understand the strange sentences and phrases they used. It was then I realized a very surprising fact - The book titled Song of Songs or Songs of Solomon was in fact a very explicit "pornbook" of that time! (Yeah, something to wake you up). It was like, hokay.... so God apparently seemed to have some of His fun times too.. and who wrote that book? Solomon, the wisest king in the history of Israel. So... the smartest guy in the world of that time wrote a book on ahemmm.. what we call 'girls' today. Interesting.... Well, Songs of Songs is a whole topic in itself - maybe I might talk on that next time (Of course I would study this book! ROFL)

Anyway, as I read, I realized the Bible was in fact stories of real people who lived the Earth! Whether or not the miracles or magic really happened, I cannot be sure - But I can be sure there was this amazing man called Jesus who lived on the Earth and was crucified for apparently no reason apart from declaring himself to be the Son of God. The more I read, the more I began to understand the lives of these amazing people - and what was more amazing was the confirmations in line with actual historical events of the world. For example, the film 300 featured Xerxes! Hes in the Bible! Alexander the Great - Also in the Bible (If I'm not wrong) - apart from famous Babylonians, bla bla.. a lot of stuff is in there. And the book of Proverbs itself is equivalent or more profound than Sun Tzu's Art of War. I don't need to adapt a Warbook to fit into my daily life if Proverbs already talks about life. and Proverbs and be adapted into a Warbook too!

Jesus' life in itself is amazing. He taught the world the meaning of love. Whether it was from God or not, for me, it doesn't matter. What mattered was that Jesus was the first and if not the only person/prophet/wiseman/whatever to introduce sacrifice into the equation of love, and for a brother to die for another. His way of life and his teachings were amazing. He understood human nature from within. He could see into the hearts of man. And we hated that. Because we hate it when somebody points a finger at us whether we are right or wrong. And when somebody makes us 'terasa', it shows it itself, we got a problem here. So much more is covered in the Bible - Doing business, war tactics, design principles, engineering concepts, ideas about space and time, astrology, history, chemistry, health, hygiene and fitness, maths, geography, physics, relationships, family and marriage, psychology, motivation, stress/anger management, people management (Nehemiah) you name it. Its all in there. Maybe not under single chapters, but you will find it in the everyday process of living that the very foundational truths of Science are in there! And how much better to read it in the form of a storybook (I know the Bible is much more than that, but still its a series of writings of stories of people and their lives).

And that is what I found in that Book. Its a manual to life - and if you want to learn how to live life, read the Bible. I didn't believe in God at that time, but I still learned how to life from Jesus! Lets put it this way - Even if a man is not what he says he is, if what he says is true, it is still the truth - and we still have something to learn from it. There are many wise men who have held and preached truths throughout history - Buddha himself has very profound principles - though they are different from the principles Jesus preached. But if it is the truth - truth is truth and it is the real thing, so we must as well learn from it.

And of course, I'm only touching the surface of the Bible. I can now tell you honestly, ever since I dedicated my time to what I believe in now - The Bible has expanded far beyond the pages printed on it. The book itself has come to life - It has reminded me numerous times of solutions I could never find elsewhere. Choices to make, motivations, support and guidance I needed to make difficult decisions. Sacrifices I knew only God would make me do, through His Word. Indeed - I have come to realise that the Bible may just be a book - but when we learn to open our eyes and read between the lines - and when God opens our spiritual eyes and allows us to see beyond the pages - It is so amazing, so profound I cannot describe it in words. It is a whole dimension much bigger than ours, beyond our understanding. I still cannot believe how two pages in the Bible (And I still remember the pages, the last 2 chapters of James) could describe one year of my life (with exact timing and precision at the time I read it), and how it confirmed every stupid decision I thought I was making. I realised I was looking at God's chessboard, but despite having seen His moves, I still could not understand what He was up to, well, until He declares checkmate. It is almost as if trying to guess the moves of a chess opponent who is far more experienced than you. You won't be able to understand his moves - why he would sacrifice certain pieces. But all he needs is to capture the king, and its all over! I believe the Bible is the only physical access we have to God's chessboard - well other than a direct pillar connected to heaven.

Well, and that is that. Froma scientific view, the Bible is a great book. And if I had to choose to keep one book for eternity, still it would be the Bible. Whether its alive or not, never mind. But if it is, now thats a pretty nifty feature, don't you think?



Dez

Special Needs

Hello everyone, one of my closest friend showed me this, it brings a lot of meaning for me since we are fresh back from the Cheshire Home, hope you all enjoy this as much as I do :)

Luke 14:13-14
But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled the lame, the blind and you will be blessed. Although they cannot repay you, you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.

From what we read and what we know from the Bible. Jesus spent the majority of His ministry caring for the sick, the hurt the disabled. If we are truly be like Him, if we are truly be His hands and His feet, to put shoe leather on our faith, we need to follow that example.

Sitting quietly in our comfort pews is no longer an option. We must stop focusing on the disability a person has, stop thinking that it’s only that group over there, because we are all disabled in one way or another. We all have something about us that we know doesn’t “measure up”.

Who among us would like that part of us to e highlighted, to be emphasized, to be made the focus of who we are? Or do we want to be seen for the entirely of who God made us?

We all have abilities that we bring to the throne of Christ, but we all also have brokenness that we bring to the cross. So why are we only seeing potential in those whose brokenness we can’t see, when what we should be doing is looking at the possibilities every person has, through Jesus’ eyes?

We now have the responsibility to refocus on the part of the word disABILITY that really matters-Ability.

We all in need of grace- not a single one of us can get there on our own. Some of us have hidden disabilities that we can more easily hide and pretend aren’t there, but they are. So are we really that different from those of us with more outwardly apparent disabilities, just because we can see theirs, while we quietly hide our own?

Do you remember that we are all part of one body – each with a purpose and each with equal meaning? The truth and beauty of God’s mercy is that He doesn’t disqualify people from the gift of His sacrifice based on IQ, how someone looks or how they perform in life or society.

Why do we forget that He doesn’t call the equipped? He equips the called and we are ALL called to His service in one way or another.

So, when there are families out there that want to go to church but can’t because there is no place for them or their children, that is NOT okay with me.

When the divorce rate of these families is hovering at 85%, that is not okay with me.

When 1 in 91 children (which is the current statistic for an Autism diagnosis) are forced to watch others do while they have to sit on the sidelines, that is not okay with me.

It shouldn’t be okay with any of us

If we are going to talk about real people, real life… this is it! This is as real as it gets and we can no longer sit here and say that this part of our body is not needed. God makes that very clear… and so should we!

1 Cor 12:21-23a, 24b-25
“The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I don’t need you!’ And the head cannot say to the feet, ‘I don’t need you!’ On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor… But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lack it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other.”

That's all from me this time, I'm not gonna make any comments or conclusion on this post as I want you all to think for yourself what this post means to you...


May God bless you all now, always and forever



Love,
Lionel

A Fragment of Cheshire's Memory

From the visitation, I have learned that everyone deserve love and respect from each other. Sometime we do not know why do they have such disease, but we cannot answer, only God knows the mysteries of the world.

The person that touched my heart the most at Cheshire Home is Sister Benica. She was disabled since the year 2000. She is a cheerful person, most importantly, she loves Jesus. She believes that Jesus will send His guardian angels to guard and help her through the night, she believe that she can be healed. She did not blame God for being different than us. She did not blame God why she cannot do things she likes freely. In fact she's always thankful and grateful, she believe God is forever a good God, forever a good Father for her and forever a Father that loves her very much.

For us, imagine even when we just get sickness or when our dreams or work failed, are we blaming God all the time? We have hands, and leg, physically perfect, can get up and go on. But for Benica, did she blame God? When we fall down, we have to get up and question our problem "how big is your (the problem's) God?".



God bless everyone in Cheshire home.



Kenny

Now I See: Intermission - Hope InThe Hopeless

I think I had to force myself to login and type out this post for the blog, but I guess its probably worth the effort incomparison to me logging in to Restaurant City instead (Actually, I have it open in the background - 2 birds with 1 stone ROFL). I was glad that Kenny asked us to share about the visit to the Cheshire Home just yesterday, and I'm so glad that I decided to bring the guys along because at first, the whole event would probably been just passed by. Since most of the CF guys are not familiar with the host for the event, I guess I'll give a bit of a background story to the whole thing.


The visit was organized by Wewang Care Society, a newly formed organization in 2009 to care for the less fortunate or those who needed it in any way. What makes Wewang different is that the community is mostly non-existent - In other words, its an online community forum. Essentially, this is how I got introduced to Wewang.com about one year ago. I first assisted them to design some Flash banners for their website, e.g. new year, valentines and such. Unfortunately the forums were entirely in Chinese, so I could never get into any discussion for obvious reasons. During this time, I only knew one person I call Mr. Bong who has been my connection to Wewang for the past year.


Heres the interesting part of the story - After about half a year, I kinda lost contact with Mr. Bong who also stopped making requests for the website. That was until early this year when Wewang held an appreciation dinner, which I almost missed entirely (as I somehow forgot I was invited to the dinner. All thanks to Mr. Bong for reminding me that night LOL). During this dinner was when I realized that Wewang and had the big step to become official - It was registered during the time I was 'away' and now, they were looking forward to making Wewang a full-fledged charity organization. I liked the whole idea, as the concept was very different from other charity organizations. Wewang was formed by many normal working people, professionals and students who discussed various matters online. And these people came together in an attempt to realize the idea into something 'touchable', which to me is a great step forward. Wewang is now based in Kuching, but is supported from all over Malaysia and Singapore and wherever the forums reach. Its funds are gained via donations made directly via the online members and those on the ground.


As with any new organization, Wewang also has its struggles to expand its movement and to touch more lives in the process. It was over the dinner that I told Mr. Bong that I could help him bring some people to be involved in their activities and visits - He just had to give us the channels, and I would try to bring the community. Well, that's how it went. They were unable to provide transportation last minute, so thank God I had my family's trusty Avanza : ) Well, that's all about Wewang and the strange guys and gals in the blue white shirts. Honestly, I'm not sure if there may be hidden agendas under the formation of the organization, but well, if its a channel that we can still learn from, I guess its ok. But I will try my best not to be ignorant as well. Still I believe the motive is pure from what I've perceived so far, so I think its O-K. : p





So getting to the main point (Yeah I know I probably tend to talk a lot - Call me Uncle next time ROFL) - This was the first time I visited the Cheshire Home, so of course, I was expecting something similar to the Kota Sentosa 'Asylum', but I was a little surprised. As I stepped in it seemed almost as if I were stepping into a world of its own, totally disconnected from the world outside just meters across the fence. For a moment, as I looked at the scenery (Rather the surroundings), I had this strange sense of serenity - And the strange feeling in the spirit that "Everything is fine here." This was probably due to my nature to pick up 'dark' vibes coming from any place - I know I tend to be moody especially in challenging environments (My assumptions, that is).


And that's where the fun was - In meeting the people of course. It was as always (since its not my first time visiting places for the less fortunate) a situation which I was at a loss for words. Sitting in front of me were people whom I knew needed care and love. People like you and I, with feelings, dreams, thinking patterns, desires, etc like you and I. People who are no different than us in the soul and spirit (minus physical I guess). And it was in this situation, I once again was reminded of the evil within as described by Kenny in his sharing as well - Of how selfish and self-righteous we are, that we become so stubborn and refuse to listen to anyone other than ourselves. For a while I walked around, unable to actually make any reaction or to adjust or event attempt to do anything as I tried to contemplate the situation. This feeling is hard to describe, but I'm sure everybody would have experienced it somewhere there - the invisible 'gap' between us and them. And it was truly a heavy burden, and as always, I got overcome with despair - The feeling that no matter what we did, there was really nothing much we could do to help them. Perhaps we could cheer them up for a day, but they will be there for 365 days a year. It was then I was proven wrong.


My human end wanted to cry for these people, to sympathize for them and try to help them. But there was this quiet and almost silent voice telling me, "Its not that you can't do anything for these people. Its not like they needed you." And it was true. When I saw them smile, for the first time (I don't think its first but that is what it felt like, emotions tend to carry us away haha) I was delivered a full package of joy in an instant. My spirit senses was right - We did not need to do anything for them really. These people were happy, content - and in a world of their own. Free of our world. Our world of pain, our world of stress, our world of death. Here in this little world, everything was life. For a moment, I saw God in the whole picture. For the very rare times, I saw family as God intended. I saw love as He intended. And I could not find a trace of hatred, a trace of prejudice or even sadness (Well, perhaps a little, I did see some of the patients in despair especially some of those who were left in the wards, but that was not the point I was trying to understand).


As mentioned by many visitors there, it gives us a reminder to appreciate all the little things in life. As I looked through the photo albums and materials on display, I saw the disabled taking on a life of their own. These people were far from the less fortunate we tend to see them. They were involved and active in so many more things than we would imagine. It is out of our human nature that the 'kesian' part is actually us looking down on them, assuming that they are disabled that they cannot do certain things that we feel that we should sympathize with them!


One of the most interesting individuals I met was probably this guy called Pancho (I was really glad Lionel got his number hahaha) who apparently learned how to make little beady key-chains (Gigantic in some cases) by weaving nylon strings with beads and tying them in certain shapes. What really touched me was the time I was browsing through his 'catalog' of key-chains. After I found out that they were selling the key-chains as souvenirs, (and thanks to a free key chain, so I had money to spend more ;p) so I stooped over his pile and asked him if I could buy one. And he responded so eagerly almost like a child, and I looked around for something interesting. As I picked up each piece, he identified each one, e.g. mouse, or sth sth and what really amazed me was his reaction when I finally decided to take one (For another reason because my guard was growing weak by now, if you know what I mean ;p ). He literally burst out in joy with one of the biggest smiles I've probably seen in a long time out of the corner of my eye. I tried not to look at him in the eye for fear of bawling in front of everyone (Which is not so good for my f-a-c-e). I realized that this fella had more heart than most of us over there. It was truly an amazing sight to behold - As Jesus' words came back to mind, "to be like a child". I then passed him the ten bucks for the key-chain. Well, here's a little funny part to it - The price tag was RM8, so well, yeah you know. I wanted to give him all the ten bucks, but I just couldn't help it but wonder if I was going to get change LMAO. I had to slap myself several times to knock that out - but I saw something so different compared to other people when you give them money - First they look at the color, then the figure then they keep. This guy had no idea or at the very least he didn't care what I gave him. He even asked me to just take what I liked. Apparently, currency has no value in a charity home (duh...). But this guy reminded me of a lot of core values I know our society has abandoned. I have very very rarely, if not never seen any grown-up outside such a home with such a pure heart.


Joy was something that was prevalent throughout the visit. My human side was in despair, trying to figure out how I could help these guys, how I could change something for them - But while I was worrying, I realized that the joy being radiated from these souls were truly the real deal. I don't think I would want to expose them to the kind of shiet we have out there. It was more like I wanted to protect these people and the place they live in. To preserve the kind of environment Christians envision in the world someday. While not everybody there was happy, I knew that this place was a treasure. And when Lionel took Pancho's number, I knew we must come back again some day. I know I can't get to know somebody just to leave them behind and never come back.


At some point in time, our human souls will fall into despair. In my definition, that is when the human nature truly dies. If I were to describe it, I would say I would rather die than live to see this world in the way it is. That's what my human soul is saying. Though, the spirit is different, as it is driven by God, and the spirit drives the soul, and the body - So in the end, my despair is probably sourcing from the nagging dying body - but perhaps that thorn in the flesh might continue to give me a reality check every now and then. I feel its necessary to remember our roots I guess.


We live in a world where pain and suffering reigns. There are many more people like those in the home who have not been so lucky, who have been caught in the crossfires of our society. There are many more in much greater suffering, much greater pain, and much more difficult situations out there that we must brace ourselves to be ready for service whenever and wherever He calls. I am glad that such homes are being operated by saints of all religions and various backgrounds. These are the 'medic stations' for the victims who have been rescued. We need to keep our eye open for those who are still wounded and left to die on the battlefield. Its a message that we need to draw ever closer to God, the only source who can empower us with the capacity to care for others in the same way Jesus did. It is only in that capacity can one truly understand what is the meaning of love.


There were a lot more individuals in the home that day which I did not mention here, so as to shorten an already extremely long post. I would probably summarize that every human being, you me and him, are all made the same, and seen equal in God. We all have the same mind, the same soul, the same spirit, the same needs, the same emotions. Every one of the less fortunate out there are like us. Imagine if we were in their shoes for a day.. Perhaps it would be the most boring day ever, or the most difficult and agonizing? (You do realize they also need to go to the loo right?) And they live through that day by day, the same way we live through a different type of messes each day.


As heavy as my heart was, I knew that these guys at the home and found the secret to happiness. They found out a lot of truths as God intended it to be. And its constantly a great reminder to us to count our blessings, and more importantly, to know our place in God - that we are not much more different than our neighbor. And more importantly, to truly have these people as role models for us to live as - they deserve the highest form of respect and praise - and yet we are inclined to look down and sympathize with them. It is we who truly need their help in some ways.




Dez


Cheshire Home Visitaion 17/01/2010

Hello everyone! Last Sunday our ICCF committees along with the Wewang care society did a visitation to Cheshire Home, and I must say, its a visitation worth revisiting again. Sorry for the late posting, but there's a lot of things going on this week that contributes to my slackness (one of them is due to the "inti student", think you guys should understand right? Hehehe) anyway, hope you all like these photos taken during the visitation, it brings a lot of meaning to me, hope it does the same to you all too, enjoy~ (click on the pictures to enlarge)




They got their very own swimming pool!:




This is the photographer for Wewang care society


Hendry:" Let me explain ho this camera works..."
Remie & Qiki:" Oh just take our photo please =.="
Kate:"I want to be in the picture :( "

This room is specially for the patience which suffers from backbone damage

Kate:"If I jump, will I reach the ceiling?"



Dez:"Think were lost..."
Hendry:"I don't think we are even at the right place in the 1st place..."

Tavia: "Wow this door is very small, It can't fit us at all"
Kenny:"No, its just you blocking it"
Random guy at the back:"Agree"

Their dining room:














Their organ player

Their reading materials

These are some of pictures of their previous years' activity that they post on their board. Sort of like their own handmade blog :D





The decorations that they made by hand:







It amazes me a lot because even I can't even make any one of them





Sister Benica, a great soul, with a touching story behind to tell:






























One of the key chains that Poncho made, its a mouse with a green skirt :)








A picture of me with Poncho and Julia :D



Me and Poncho^^ he's a very funny guy, he even gave me one of his hand phone number, yes he got two hand-phones 0.O hahaha

These key chains are made by :



This women is making blankets, she is sawing them by hand:





What touches my heart the most, is that she although she is doing these as a income, she still take into consideration that the blankets should be sawed double layers so that the users of the blankets will be warm. Even at this age, her motherly love and care still manage to warm my soul :)

The three act handsome wannabe musketeers hehe:




Lastly some random photos of a cat that I took inside the Cheshire Home compound :D



Here is a brief history of why it is called Cheshire Home:

Because it is a link of more than 250 familiar homes spread over 52 countries of the world which are affiliates of the Leonard Cheshire Foundation. This network has grown out of Leonard Cheshire's personal concern for one man's predicament.

In 1948, Cheshire, who had left the Royal Air Force after World War II as its most decorated bomber pilot and youngest Group Captain, heard that an ex-serviceman whom he knew was dying from cancer.

His hospital bed was needed for curable cases and he had nowhere to go.

Cheshire took the man into his own home, a large house in the country, and nurse him personally, until he died. Others in need followed until, with the help of a committee of sympathetic friends, Cheshire turned his house into the first "Cheshire Home"

Thus was the seed planted.

The Foundation, which is honored by the patronage of H.M. Queen Elizabeth, is based in London. However, each of the homes is completely autonomous, its link with London and with the others being of shared ideals and sentiment- Not of control or financial dependence.

Here I would like to thank Dez for giving us the opportunity to work with Wewang care society and most importantly letting us gain this valuable experience. Thanks very much!!!


These few days I will post up few of our committees' testimonies on this visitation, so make sure you visit us frequently~ Hehe

May God bless you all~



Love,
Lionel
(some photo are courtesy of Mrs Qiki, thanks very much!!)