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It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-5152606718798546250</id><published>2012-05-20T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T21:35:00.440+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie" /><title type="text">衣厨</title><content type="html">昨晚在家，電視播映公益金，除了是總理們的show time，還進化成前警務處長消防處長等等的表演時間，嘆為觀止。有錢有名有地位又厚臉皮就可以把公共舞台用作私人表演，最不堪是勁走音，但主持人仍高呼叫好。這是一個甚麼樣的時勢？就好像政府堅持討論替補機制先於其他議題，現時樓價比97時更高，&lt;span&gt;領匯主宰屋邨商場走向連鎖店化，似乎，一切只讓民生更困難。轉台，重看〈Narnia〉(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chronicles_of_Narnia" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;) 第一部曲，更明白現今世代邪惡的真相，是連自己不知不覺成為其中一份子也不知道，&lt;/span&gt;‎Turkish Delight 的誘惑，除了Aslan，沒有可以讓人堅持的力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;忙亂的兩週，連續幾天頭痛，今天終於可以有一天的休息。睡得不太好，清早醒來再睡，又醒來又再睡，斷斷續續的睡眠。起床，吃早餐，喝咖啡，看見送給媽媽的百合和康乃馨，燦爛盛開，眼前一亮。那份奪目，讓人心動驚嘆，一星期累積下來的悶氣暫時消失。和家人談花，想起上星期逛花墟，那些牡丹很美。又談起多年以前中學生必讀的《愛蓮說》，那出淤泥而不染的清麗。曾經很喜歡讀詩詞，後來選了理科，沒有太多時間認真地讀文字。今天從讀家喻戶曉的宋詞，賞花，有種閒話家常的感覺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《愛蓮說》周敦頤 －「水陸草木之花，可愛者甚蕃。晉陶淵明獨愛菊；自李唐來，世人盛愛牡丹；予獨愛蓮之出淤泥而不染，濯清漣而不妖，中通外直，不蔓不枝，香遠益清，亭亭靜植，可遠觀而不可褻玩焉。予謂菊，花之隱逸者也；牡丹，花之富貴者也；蓮，花之君子者也。噫！菊之愛，陶后鮮有聞；蓮之愛，同予者何人；牡丹之愛，宜乎眾 矣。 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-8642687729069948802?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/8642687729069948802/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=8642687729069948802" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/8642687729069948802" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/8642687729069948802" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/05/photo-sharing.html" title="盛放" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSTVJAiJKV8/T7eTzQDWmhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tQxZj9sJ4BE/s72-c/Mother%27s+day+2012.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-6202011697083553399</id><published>2012-04-28T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-28T23:15:17.121+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="抄書" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christianity" /><title type="text">信心</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godandscience.org/apologetics/professor.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.godandscience.org/apologetics/professor.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Student : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt; Professor : Is GOD good ?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Sure.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to  heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD  didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (Student was silent.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Is satan good ?&lt;br /&gt; Student : No.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Where does satan come from ?&lt;br /&gt; Student : From … GOD …&lt;br /&gt; Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: So who created evil ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;(Student did not answer.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: So, who created them ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;(Student had no answer.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and  observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?&lt;br /&gt; Student : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?&lt;br /&gt; Student : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your  GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt; Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol,  Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.&lt;br /&gt; Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Student : And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Student : No, sir. There isn’t.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (The lecture theater became very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat,  mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have  anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no  heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as  cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We  cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat,  sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?&lt;br /&gt; Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of  something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing  light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its  called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, well  you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?&lt;br /&gt; Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?&lt;br /&gt; Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt; Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue  there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are  viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can  measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity  and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either  one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact  that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.&lt;br /&gt; Death is not  the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do  you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt; Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at  work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor.  Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a  preacher?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (The class was in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (The class broke out into laughter. )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s  brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So,  according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable  Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due  respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt; Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; P.S. I believe you have enjoyed the conversation. &lt;br /&gt; By the way, that student was EINSTEIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-6202011697083553399?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/6202011697083553399/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=6202011697083553399" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/6202011697083553399" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/6202011697083553399" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-post_28.html" title="信心" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-1820433181768983365</id><published>2012-04-21T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-21T22:50:16.365+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><title type="text">生活</title><content type="html">四月，返回孖人房醫院，回復繁忙，面對新的入院流程，各人在努力適應中。雖然忙碌，仍偷閒半天相約友人行山。在彩虹地鐵站集合，路經彩虹邨，孤陋寡聞，發現那裡的房屋都以顏色命名 － 紫薇樓、丹鳳樓、綠晶樓、白雪樓、碧海樓、翠瓊樓、金漢樓、紅萼樓、錦雲樓；還有充滿色彩的街道名，彩虹七色 － 紅梅路、橙花路、黃菊路、綠柳路、青楊路、藍鐘路、紫葳路，充滿心思又愉快。好像有人問，你住在那裡？我住在彩虹邨綠柳路2號碧海樓，你呢？我住你附近，彩虹邨黃菊路2號白雪樓。詩意，很郊野的情懷。小時候在香港島居住，常覺得住在香港島的才是真正香港人，無知卻又像合情合理。長大了搬到新界居住，才開始欣賞離開了「市中心」的環境，表面上似乎沒有那麼方便，例如不可能10分鐘到銅鑼灣或20分鍾到尖沙咀，但閒適，舒服。現在的週未，可以在家的附近，行行走走，看看孩子們在遊戲場遊玩，到隔鄰的小社區走一下，吃常餐，又是另一種的快樂。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-1820433181768983365?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/1820433181768983365/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=1820433181768983365" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/1820433181768983365" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/1820433181768983365" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-post_21.html" title="生活" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-2853160797458189310</id><published>2012-04-20T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-21T18:42:19.521+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christianity" /><title type="text">Move on</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/03hIwjdPWQM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:7-12 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-2853160797458189310?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/2853160797458189310/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=2853160797458189310" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/2853160797458189310" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/2853160797458189310" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/04/move-on.html" title="Move on" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/03hIwjdPWQM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-7442546710401723960</id><published>2012-04-14T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T17:11:44.399+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="抄書" /><title type="text">We are What We Choose</title><content type="html">More reading ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeff Bezos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princeton.edu/main/news/archive/S27/52/51O99/index.xml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;http://www.princeton.edu/main/news/archive/S27/52/51O99/index.xml &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I want to talk to you about today is the difference between gifts  and choices. Cleverness is a gift, kindness is a choice. Gifts are easy  -- they're given after all. Choices can be hard. You can seduce yourself  with your gifts if you're not careful, and if you do, it'll probably be  to the detriment of your choices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day you'll understand that it's harder to be kind than clever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow, in a very real sense, your life — the life you author from scratch on your own — begins.&lt;br /&gt;How will you use your gifts? What choices will you make?&lt;br /&gt;Will inertia be your guide, or will you follow your passions?&lt;br /&gt;Will you follow dogma, or will you be original?&lt;br /&gt;Will you choose a life of ease, or a life of service and adventure?&lt;br /&gt;Will you wilt under criticism, or will you follow your convictions?&lt;br /&gt;Will you bluff it out when you’re wrong, or will you apologize?&lt;br /&gt;Will you guard your heart against rejection, or will you act when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Will you play it safe, or will you be a little bit swashbuckling?&lt;br /&gt;When it’s tough, will you give up, or will you be relentless?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be a cynic, or will you be a builder?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be clever at the expense of others, or will you be kind?”&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-7442546710401723960?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7442546710401723960/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=7442546710401723960" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/7442546710401723960" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/7442546710401723960" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/04/we-are-what-we-choose.html" title="We are What We Choose" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-4773882576707362592</id><published>2012-04-14T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T15:52:40.797+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="抄書" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christianity" /><title type="text">Expectations</title><content type="html">Reading time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.org/article/managing-expectations-building-strong-relationships-home-church-work" target="_blank"&gt;http://bible.org/article/managing-expectations-building-strong-relationships-home-church-work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;"In his book &lt;i&gt;Little House on The Freeway&lt;/i&gt;, Tim Kimmel identified four characteristics of a home with peace. One of the four: “They discipline their expectations....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;After all, our relationship with God is the most  important of all. It is our primary relationship affecting every other  relationship. Understanding and meeting expectations are as important in  our relationship with God as with one another. The Bible makes an important distinction between  being a creature of God and a child of God. We are all His creatures;  every breath we breathe is a gift from our Creator. Speaking of God’s  Son, Jesus, coming into this world of humanity, &lt;a class="NETBibleTagged" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8701128"&gt;John 1:11&lt;/a&gt; says; “He came unto his own and his own received him not.” Then verse  12 says; “Yet to all who receive him, to those who believed in his name,  he gave the right to become children of God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;That’s the difference. Children of God have  personally received Christ into their life, recognizing He is the Son of  God who died to pay the penalty for their sin. This is what God  expects. When we receive Christ into our life, turning from  our sin, trusting Him to become our Saviour, we are delivered from the  penalty of our sin. We are committing ourselves to be one of Christ’s  followers. That’s what God expects of us. That person becomes a child of  God.&lt;a class="NETBibleTagged" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8701128"&gt; 1 John 5:12&lt;/a&gt; – “He who has the Son has life. He who does not have the Son of God does not have life.” What can followers of Christ expect of God?  Forgiveness; a personal relationship with God as our Father; a new life  with the joy of the Lord, the peace of God, the guidance and energizing  of the Holy Spirit, the privilege of prayer, a new freedom and  ultimately a home in heaven."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-4773882576707362592?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/4773882576707362592/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=4773882576707362592" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/4773882576707362592" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/4773882576707362592" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/04/expectations.html" title="Expectations" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-281552956667139919</id><published>2012-04-12T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T16:44:44.936+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="抄書" /><title type="text">Love to act</title><content type="html">&amp;nbsp;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Most  people never pick up the phone, most people never ask. And that’s what  separates, sometimes, the people that do things from the people that  just dream about them. You gotta act. And you gotta be willing to fail…  if you’re afraid of failing, you won’t get very far.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way  to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the  only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found  it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart,  you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just  gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you  find it. Don’t settle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this  calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful  typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots  looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear  looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can’t connect the dots  looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you  have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You  have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.  This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference  in my life.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" id="post_content_19982202818"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;                                &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                    &lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;—                                     &lt;/td&gt;                                    &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;Steve Jobs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/02/27/purpose-work-love/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/02/27/purpose-work-love/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-281552956667139919?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/281552956667139919/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=281552956667139919" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/281552956667139919" /><link 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style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhUi2WVFDOc/T3gzl5y8ATI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZoTqI_J3DV4/s1600/Hi+May.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhUi2WVFDOc/T3gzl5y8ATI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZoTqI_J3DV4/s320/Hi+May.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;下午在家裡收捨，看見久遣了的麥兜响噹噹故事書。麥嘜麥兜的故事，是繪本，更是很貼心的成人童話。麥兜响噹噹裡其中的一個故事，是成人麥兜與阿May的回憶，當他倆在港鐵裡彷彿看見對方的身影，就在這個平行時空，他們彷彿也看見了那些年的自己與那些年的對方。有沒有happy ending? 然而，擦身而過，故事沒有再交代以後的事情。 那一刻的緬懷，雖 然零碎，反而成為一份由衷的祝福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看完故事，想起遠方的人。願仍一切安好，禱告記念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-3096802397613736995?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/&gt;回家的旅程，飛機延遲了。疲倦。在機場等待的三個多小時，遊走，逛書店，買手信，好不容易才到上機的時間。&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;在候機室裡休息，心裡有點難過。面對一些不能掌握的，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;總得放開，明白生活中要堅持的，是接受愛，回應，付出。一同生活，沿路風光起跌，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;總希望有人互相分享。期待再見，生活，相處，分擔，分享。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xWzlwGVQ6_Q" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-5720698373025301159?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/5720698373025301159/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=5720698373025301159" title="1 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/5720698373025301159" /><link 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type="text">近鏡的一切化為長鏡</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9H0MmElrHD0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-7703598799244335775?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7703598799244335775/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=7703598799244335775" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/7703598799244335775" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/7703598799244335775" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/03/blog-post_17.html" title="近鏡的一切化為長鏡" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/9H0MmElrHD0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-2815205775429895829</id><published>2012-03-16T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-17T17:31:01.731+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christianity" /><title type="text">其後</title><content type="html">剛過去的星期天是日本東北地震海嘯核災難一周年，看了一些相關報道，前天還聽了一位同事在&lt;span class="st"&gt;四&lt;/span&gt;川北川中學事工的分享。整整三年多災後的日子，中學生外表看來已經回復正常生活，但他們內心的不安和傷感仍於他們創作的歌曲歌詞表露出來。聽著，心裡戚戚然。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到苦難，基督徒會想起約伯。除了約伯他自己，沒有人能明白他的痛苦和不忿，他的朋友們最終只給他帶來更多的傷害。在這篇大講章的最後，上帝在旋風中以問題回應約伯。神超然的回答，完全沒有為自己辨護。沒有人知道苦難何時臨到，然而，生命的高低起伏，在困難的時候，如何回應比尋找源頭更重要。日本大地震一周年，流淚的日子，期待雨後彩虹，讓經歷與盼望同行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《明周》記念311大災難的一篇文章這樣寫：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"以往在岩手縣生活時，我也和一家老幼過了不知多少個如此的晚上。今夜，再躺在東北土地上，想了很多「如果」，如果當年一直留在這裡，如果孩子沒有了母親，如果他們的家人走得及，如果。&lt;br /&gt;嬸嬸這屋子去年被海嘯沖毁了，我們留宿的這一層最近才裝修回原貌... 我感到羞恥，他們的說話裡沒有出現「如果」，只有「其後」。其後的每一天都要比之前一天有改善。其後要把一切還原到三月十一日二時四十六分之前的面貌。他們每一天都在努力，希望能與地震前的一分鐘接軌... 走了的人不會回來，留下來的人決定把走了的人那份兒都活出來。" - 內野Esther&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-2815205775429895829?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-821155371014824764</id><published>2012-03-11T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-11T17:16:40.835+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="抄書" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christianity" /><title type="text">on writing</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Understanding the Word: An Interview with Eugene Peterson &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.preaching.com/resources/articles/11557517/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.preaching.com/resources/articles/11557517/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When I became a pastor I found that nobody else had the same idea of being a pastor that I did. I wasn’t fortunate with my pastors as I grew up. I really didn’t really feel that this was my vocation; I wanted to find out how to do it right. I wanted to be a novelist when I was growing up, and realized I wasn’t smart enough, so as I realized that I didn’t know how to be a pastor. As I was reading other people, they didn’t know how to do it either. So my writing was a self-education, discovering what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing itself is a hermeneutical process – you are learning, discovering, shadowing parts that you hadn’t noticed before. I think writing saved my vocational life, saved my pastoral life. I think if I had not written, I would have been swept along into the generic and consumer kind of world, marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also provided me a way to take the Bible seriously in a vocational way, not just personal. There are no pastors in the Bible. A pastor, the way we understand it, has really developed in a different kind of a culture setting. I was also committed to the fact that the Bible was our text, so I went to Scripture to find out what was going on. I was looking at the life of a pastor that was formed and shaped by the biblical revelation. It doesn’t give you a job description. So there has to be something different. There has to be a way of living in this boundary between culture and Christ."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-821155371014824764?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/821155371014824764/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=821155371014824764" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/821155371014824764" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/821155371014824764" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/03/on-writing.html" title="on writing" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-3915179607415842963</id><published>2012-03-05T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T21:52:06.979+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mecidine" /><title type="text">康復(二)</title><content type="html">在康復科工作的日子還餘下不足一個月。日常工作是沈悶的，這點無可否認。然而，生活就是種重複的美，縱然做著相同的步驟，日復日年復年，反而成了別人拿不走的歷練，就像做飯燒菜，很平常，似乎沒出息，卻充滿智慧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在康復科女病房工作，接觸的病人全是婆婆，有年輕的婆婆，也有年長的。大部份婆婆病情穩定，巡房時可以的話也和她們談笑，輕鬆一下，互相鼓勵。有一位八十多歳的婆婆，因糖尿心藏病而引發慢性腎病及痛風，上月在家跌倒，股骨頸骨折入了醫院，做了手術後轉到康復科做運動。上星期雙腳膝頭痛風發作，叫苦連天。給她的膝頭照了x光，抽了膝頭裡的水，開了點藥，這天終於回復笑容。她的聽覺不好，要把頭靠到耳邊大聲說話才聽得到，差不多每次別人向她大聲說話時，她都會把自己半失聰的經歷告訴別人。那時日本仔打香港，子彈亂飛，有一天她和其他人在暗處躲起來，不知那裡飛來一個炸彈落在他們的附近，避無可避，結果她身旁的一個死了一個炸斷了腿，她保住性命，卻因此而失去了大部份聽覺。由於聽力不好，婆婆平常說話的聲音很大，不了解的以為她很惡或發脾氣。日子過去，她後來如何走出戰爭，工作，甚至生兒育女，相信比任何一套那些年更扣人心弦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早上回到病房，看到蹣步躝跚的婆婆忍受著痛楚努力地再次學著走路，除了佩服，只有祝福，想不到她們帶來的力量比高科技醫療系統更基本卻更核心。與其說在工作，其實是在學習，很高興能遇上她們，經歷了人所以為人的故事，就是在看不到前路仍懂得生活，面對和接受自己的缺乏，不後退。如果能在意，真正的歷史，根本就近在咫尺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You will build a body of work, but you will also build a body of affection, with the people you’ve helped who’ve helped you back. This is the era of Friends in Low Places. The ones you meet now, who will notice you, challenge you, work with you, and watch your back. Maybe they will be your strength.&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;If you can… fall in love, with the work, with people you work with, with your dreams and their dreams. Whatever it was that got you to this school, don’t let it go. Whatever kept you here, don’t let that go. Believe in your friends. Believe that what you and your friends have to say… that the way you’re saying it – is something new in the world." - Robert Krulwich&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-3915179607415842963?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/3915179607415842963/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=3915179607415842963" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/3915179607415842963" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/3915179607415842963" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2012/03/blog-post.html" title="康復(二)" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-8135911584455844648</id><published>2012-02-01T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:09:00.096+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><title type="text">有一種快樂</title><content type="html">這星期病了，工作仍繼續，不是太忙太多，只是放工後比平常疲倦，渴睡，但晚上又睡得不好。包了兩天雲吞，喉嚨痛了三日，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;開始有少許好轉。回家，洗澡，喝可樂煲薑，坐下，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;花了點時間處理信件，翻閲宣明會的小刊物，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;看見小孩子在困難中仍能以微笑面對。縱然病了累了，不開心，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;還可安在家中休息，有衣有食。要早睡，願這個晩上睡得好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" 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type="html">一月開始返回康復科工作三個月。說是返回，因為曾經在那裡工作幾個月，當時仍然很green，是真正的小醫生。許多年後回來，人事已全然不同，有人離開有人加入有人飛上枝頭，只是工作程序依舊，還是十分「康復」。在康復料裡的病人，大部份也是被專科介定為有康復機會的，雖然需要時間訓練，但總有回愎行動和日常生活能力的可能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在骨折康復女病房工作，九成以上的病人都是因骨折入院，在骨科做了手術，穩定以後便轉過來。婆婆們年紀都很大，90歲以上的比想像中多，幸好還精精靈靈有問有答，只是記性真的有點差，70歲以下的婆婆算是年輕的了。今天早上和上司及治療師們開了病情會議，回到病房繼續工作，有一位婆婆因跌倒折斷了大腿骨，加上一直也有抑鬱， 初來康復治療時精神有點混亂，這星期已可以安靜地休息做治療運動。婆婆的老公每天也來探望，為她做飯和她說話，因兩公婆都是泰國華僑，說廣東話時有些不純正，反而成為可愛的原因。在醫院兩個多星期了，婆婆希望早點出院回家，護士對婆婆說要多留一星期完成療程。老先生知道婆婆會因未能出院發脾氣，今天午飯時走來護士更枱前說著對不起，害怕他的女人給醫護人員帶來麻煩，大家看在眼裡，十分窩心，兩位老人家，平凡的相處相依，很犀利。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上走在銅鑼灣的街上，各人忙著行花市辦年貨，人氣強勁得透不過氣，直至回到屋宛的小平台，才感受到能夠安靜的可貴。最美麗的，是這個農曆新年有幾天假，休息有時，證明天父的應許。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-8011020869458721618?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/8011020869458721618/comments/default" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-9088057499764788940</id><published>2012-01-15T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:45:59.008+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title type="text">Killing me softly</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;濕度98%的星期日下午，killing me softly with this song ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DYQPKoXUjLA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-9088057499764788940?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/9088057499764788940/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-5716985816710763949</id><published>2012-01-07T10:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:06:21.044+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title type="text">然後</title><content type="html">假期的尾聲。從新加坡回來，懷念那些時刻，見面，相處，一起吃飯，談笑，那是家的感覺。看音樂劇(&lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)，有關女巫的故事，好與壞，真的很難分界，想起男主角的說話：「It's not lying, it's looking at things another way」。能誠實面對自己面對身旁的人，很不容易。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這幾天，靜下來的時候會有點不安，相見然後分開，魂牽夢縈，就是這麼抽心。流行曲這樣唱：「何謂愛 也許不知道的比明白更多」，真的，心動了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DYwt3bulJ3k" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/DYwt3bulJ3k/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-6576546065617212253</id><published>2011-12-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:18:19.866+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christianity" /><title type="text">Embrace</title><content type="html">2011年尾，是年結的日子。六個月的長假，然後六個月的工作，更明白傳道者的說話：「你要察看 神的作為，因 神使為曲的、誰能變為直呢。遇亨通的日子、你當樂．遭患難的日子、你當思想．因為 神使這兩樣並列、為的是叫人查不出身後有甚麼事。(傳7:13-14)」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生命裡花上了大部份時間讀書考試工作，隨波逐流從來都比堅持信仰容易。很喜歡「擁抱」embrace 這個詞語，擁抱人，擁抱生命，擁抱愛，擁抱時間而不是空間。你「擁抱」甚麼，就會成為甚麼樣的人。Marva Dawn 這樣寫耶穌在安息日治病的故事 (路13:10-17)：「耶穌確實是擁抱時間而不是空間，衪重視人多於規條。」年終，想開始一個 Not-To-Do-List，與其要做東做西，倒不如察看有甚麼 non-urgent 及 unimportant 的，刻意減少不幹，堅持重視人而不是財產或成就，依靠天父。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;累了，要早睡，期待星期四的再見。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 聖誕日兩位好同事受浸，很高與，天路的朋友又多兩人，恩典的寶貴，筆墨無法形容。&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Not-To-Do-List (&lt;a href="http://purposedriven.com/blogs/dailyhope/index.html?contentid=9753" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-6576546065617212253?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/6576546065617212253/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=6576546065617212253" title="2 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/6576546065617212253" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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type="html">生活就是充滿難處。每個人面對各自的境況，因著自身的成長背景，經歷，資源，信仰等等的影響，每天做著不同的決定。有些事情，可能沒有選擇的餘地，然而在更多的時候，還是需要選擇，無論是三選一或是50/50。龍應台2011年在港大醫學院畢業禮的一段講話，這幾天在facebook廣傳。從Patrick Manson 到國父孫中山，以至回到作為人在社會上的表現，說出了每個人對於其他人對於社會對於世界的價值觀。差不多二千二百字的講章，好戲卻在後頭，醫生的工作，是不用冠冕堂皇，而是在於讓人得到服侍醫治；是不用行政手段，而是在於讓人得到尊重，尊重同業尊重病人。自己能作多少，就盡力作多少。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"My family moved to a fishing village when I was 14. We were so poor  that, when the children got sick, my mother would not dare to go to a  clinic. One day, my youngest brother had a fever so high and coughed so  badly that my mother was forced to go to the village doctor. We all  went--four children of different age and height stood face to face with  this very quiet man. He hardly spoke, and when he did speak, with a very  soft voice, it was either Japanese or the Fukien dialect, which we  could not understand a word of. He checked the little boy, pressed the  medicine into my mother's hand, coached her in the unintelligible  language how to care for the young, and refused to accept fees. And  thereafter, throughout our childhood, he declined any fees from us.&lt;br /&gt;That was my very first memory of a doctor's visit.  The room was barely furnished but extremely clean and outside the room  was a small courtyard, glittering with afternoon sunshine, and I could  smell the scent of the summer jasmine in full bloom."&lt;/blockquote&gt;全文:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www0.hku.hk/facmed/grad2011/speech.html" target="_blank"&gt;Speech by Professor Lung Ying-tai, Faculty Graduation and Prize Presentation Ceremony November 28, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-3285601307011837216?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/3285601307011837216/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=3285601307011837216" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/3285601307011837216" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/3285601307011837216" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_18.html" title="價值" /><author><name>茱利亞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158148628080351763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jV0gWk0on8/TMqcHYj2KfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UBO9QtjfU8M/S220/IMG_0027.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-7280804201543148242</id><published>2011-12-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:36:34.733+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christianity" /><title type="text">That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DKk9rv2hUfA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Story (King James Version) - Luke 2:1-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Christmas: &lt;a href="http://xmasfun.com/stories/Luke/Default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;http://xmasfun.com/stories/Luke/Default.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Christmas love, not war: &lt;a href="http://www.daveburchett.com/2011/12/14/make-christmas-love-not-war-2/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.daveburchett.com/2011/12/14/make-christmas-love-not-war-2/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-7280804201543148242?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7280804201543148242/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-713456228095473962</id><published>2011-12-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:32:19.153+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="News" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><title type="text">板間人和紙皮人</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.mingpao.com/20111211/uza1_image1.htm?Mode=1" target="_blank"&gt;http://news.mingpao.com/20111211/uza1_image1.htm?Mode=1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.mingpao.com/20111211/uza2.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://news.mingpao.com/20111211/uza2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.mingpao.com/20111211/uzb1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://news.mingpao.com/20111211/uzb1.htm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;板間人的呼喚 (2011年12月11日 明報)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"富者對板間人和紙皮人視而不見，淋浪與淋漓卻對他們懷着敬意，「&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;他們謙虛卻不會自卑，即使住的板間房好狹窄，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;還是會熱情招呼我地進去坐，其實真是不知坐在哪裏好，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;但他們知道我們不會因此睇小佢。有時想幫公公婆婆搬紙皮，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;佢會推開你話自己搬得動，你幫了他一點點就不停講多謝，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;每天早晚笑得好開心跟你打招呼，這正是知足者、貧亦樂。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;板間人和紙皮人沒有抱怨，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;旁觀者卻看到政府不應推搪卻永遠落空了的責任。「&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;只會諗地產商和自己的利益，犧牲了這班窮人。」因為窮人沒選票，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;不止無權選特首，連間接投一票選選委的資格也沒有。&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;與眾無關的特首之爭、豬狼之戰，淋浪說，「唔揀得唔得呀？&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;我想揀普選。講真，我對他們兩人不抱期望，我只對香港人有期望—&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;—可不可以放底自己少少的利益、為了社會公義行出來？」"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-713456228095473962?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701128.post-4386656371914027928</id><published>2011-12-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:35:48.913+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christianity" /><title type="text">and God saw that it was good</title><content type="html">"At the end of my workday I used to become discouraged at what I didn't  accomplish. Now I try to do what God did during the week of creation: to  look at what has been accomplished that day and celebrate what is good.  I think God that he has partnered with me throught the day. I take a  moment to ask him to partner with me tomorrow." - John Ortberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis Chapter 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701128-4386656371914027928?l=juliapschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/feeds/4386656371914027928/comments/default" title="張貼意見" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701128&amp;postID=4386656371914027928" title="0 個意見" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/4386656371914027928" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701128/posts/default/4386656371914027928" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://juliapschan.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-god-saw-that-it-was-good.html" title="and God saw that 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