NOTICE BOARD!

Hi guys,

Just a few notices for our changes in the PW department. Please read carefully:

1. Co-Ordinator Changes

As of month of June, these people will be in charge:
- Singers: Vivia
- Musicians: Raymond
- Dancers: Lala
- Sound System: Michael
Any notice and queries about the scheduling, please enquire them.

2. Discipline Changes

Discipline will be monitored again. Persons in Charge to set the discipline are the Worship Leaders on the day, and/or Samy & Michael during morning Sunday service. The discipline will be push up (male) / scout jump (female), depending on your lateness but it would be maximum 20.

Reminder for practice: Pagi - every saturday 12.30 to 2.00 PM, H2O - every saturday 15.00 to 16.30 PM. For Sunday service, atleast come before 9.15 AM unless told otherwise. Toleransi is 5 minutes. Please don't ask for what's ovious or make any self assumptions.

There's a suggestion, if one person are late.. then the whole team scheduled on that day, should do the discipline together. This is still a suggestion, but what do you guys think? Post it in the comment box below!

3. Training every Saturday!

Training every Saturday for singers, genpen, and dancers at 11.oo AM - 12.30 PM. EVERYONE is invited to come. Please let the co-ordinator knows if you are unable to come.


Thank you for your time, have a good service!


Warm Regards,


Site Manager.

Because He likes it

A father gave his small kid a gift, a guitar so that his son can learn and play a song. It was months, even years, before his kid can actually play the instrument..

But then one day the kid who was only a few years old, played a song with the guitar for his father.. it may not be the best song he had ever heard, but it was certainly the best thing he had ever felt! How grateful was the father to see that what he gave to his kid years ago became something that his son was good at..

Little by little his son grew older and so did his skill.. Everyday his father would listen to the song as his feeling grows deeper and deeper in love with the way his son played the guitar.

Until one day the son started to get lazy and bored.. He was grown up and started to get busy with lots of things and he never played the guitar for his father anymore.. His father had hardly listen to his son playing's ever since..

His father missed it so much.. he picked up the guitar hoping he could play it himself so he can get a listen of what his son's guitar playing was like.. but he couldn't! He was just not that good in playing the instrument.. he listened to other people playing's, and even though it was good but it's just not the same with his son's.. the feeling was different.

As years went by.. the father can only kept the memories in his heart.. He could only hope that one day his son would pick a guitar up and play for him again.. but it never happened.. his son was too busy with work, friends, and never bothered with his father much anymore.

Until one day his father passed away.. the following day his son was packing his father's stuff in his father's drawers, until eventually he found a guitar case.. it looked a bit old. He remembered how he used to play the guitar for his father. So he opened it.. and he found a brand new guitar! It had got to be expensive, it's clean too. Every corner, string, and part of it seemed to have been cleaned all the time.. not a single dust could be found on the guitar. And there in the box he found a note lying.. he opened it carefully as he read what was written on it:

"Dear son, I bought this guitar for you. I have bought this since you were a teenager because I believed one day you would be a very good musician. Maybe not famous, but enough to keep me smilling.

The first moment you played me your first song, I had tears in my eyes. Maybe you didn't realize that because you were so young. But every notes you played, was a joy to my heart.

I was hoping you would play it again for me.. so I kept this guitar for you, believing that one day I can hear that song again, the song from your heart.

Love,

Dad"

The son cried so hard, he regretted all the things he had not done and there's nothing he can do to bring his father back to this world and play a song for him again. It's only in funeral, where he could play his guitar again.. it may not be the best song in the world, but he knows that it would the best for his father.

THE END

(this story was inspired by a true story)

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God created you with a voice,
Because He likes it when you sing

God created you with a musical talent,
Because He likes it when you play music

God created you with TWO hands,
Because He likes it when you clap & lift your hands to Him

God created you with TWO feets,
Because He likes it when you jump in joy

God created you with a body,
Because He likes it when you dance

God created you with all that you are,
Because He likes it when it is YOU

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PS: Why worry about how good or bad you do it? God likes it because it's you who's doing it for Him!

Regards,

Site Manager