LIVE IN THE NIGHT Live in the night, keeps injury and sorrow. Million people sink in it. Buried deeper and deepest again that they are not able to raise themselves. Powerless and submit sink in indignity and evil. Powerless and submit seeing themselves undermined by many kind of gambles decayed by prostitution, and tortured by drugs. Powerless and submit turn into killer mac...more

LIVE IN THE NIGHT


Live in the night,
keeps injury and sorrow.
Million people sink in it.
Buried deeper and deepest again
that they are not able to raise themselves.
Powerless and submit
sink in indignity and evil.

Powerless and submit
seeing themselves undermined
by many kind of gambles
decayed by prostitution,
and tortured by drugs.
Powerless and submit
turn into killer machines of their fellow.

Million people are caught in the night
Million people groan in the dark
Million people put hope in us
to raise them from the ocean of the night
which is too grip with fear.

But who are we, God
that we can have power?

God has changed
the night of dirtiness
to the night of holiness
the night of evil
to the night of righteousness
the night of turbulence
to the night of peace
the night of hell
to the night of the eternal life in heaven
through the birth of Jesus Christ,
His son.

He was not born in the stabled
with all of its dirt.
But in our hearts
which are poor and simple
with all of our insult and struggle.

The hearts which are open and welcome
not as the owner of the inns
which were close the door for
the birth of Jesus Christ, our God.

Actually, it has been a long time that
Jesus has born and stayed in our hearts
sound asleep in regretful manger
and man’s repentance
covered with our inner selves and souls
welcome morning with hope.
But we often forget Him,
consider Jesus is still a baby
who can only please our hearts.

Actually,
the Baby has grown up,
tortured for His love for human being
And we crossed Him
in the Golgota of our hearts.

Jesus had died and raised again
And now He is dwell in our heart
to work in us.
Through our hearts and thoughts
Through our feet and hands
Through our mouths, eyes and ears
Through all of our bodies.

Jesus wants to do and to work
to declare His love
to all people.

How about us?

(Happy are those
who make realization
of the birth of Christ by love to another
even though they have to suffer.)


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By: Syarif Oppusunggu (from: Indonesia)less

Goodbye, Warrior of Democracy... (For Former Pakistan Prime Minister, Benazir Bhutto, and the family she left.) “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends” (Proverbs 17:17 and John 15:13) And we are your friends, Bhutto! Friends in struggling for democracy enfor...more

Goodbye,
Warrior of Democracy...

(For Former Pakistan Prime Minister,
Benazir Bhutto, and the family she left.)


“A friend loves at all times,
and a brother is born for adversity.
Greater love has no one than this,
that he lay down his life
for his friends”
(Proverbs 17:17 and John 15:13)

And we are your friends, Bhutto!
Friends in struggling for democracy enforcement
Friends in struggling for fighting wickedness
Friends in struggling against poverty
Friends in struggling for human values

“Better a patient man
than a warrior”
(Proverbs 16:32a)

And you are a patient woman, Bhutto!
Patient in getting education
Patient in friendships
Patient in struggling with family
Patient in turbulence and fight
Patient in going through a period in exile.

“a man who controls his temper than
one who takes a city.”
(Proverbs 16:32b)

And you are a woman who
controls yourself, Bhutto!
When there was a compromise bargaining
for the sake of power,
you’d better choose your inner self
for the sake of democracy.

When death threatening came on and on,
you fought against it not with anger,
but with a statesmanship smile
with calm and rigidity.

When your coming home from exile
stained by the damned with suicide bombs
that killed hundreds of lives and
hurt hundreds of people,
you stayed unshaken and affirmed more and more
to run for leader of country.

When your dad was hung,
you cried with a rigid spirit.
At that time you were a student.
There was no revenge in your heart,
but God vision planted inside.

You appeared as a charismatic heroine
The first and youngest woman
who leads Pakistan people
in various struggles.

Now you went away and left us
by projectiles piercing your neck and chest
followed by spilling blood, screaming and shouting
tens of people endangering their lives
and tens of people hurt.

We shout in fury and anger,
but your smile looks like saying,
“Be patient and have a rigid spirit... democracy
needs a heart that is full of love.”

Goodbye, our warrior
you are the heroine, warrior of democracy...
Your fighting spirit stays flaming in heart!!

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By: Syarif Oppusunggu (From: Indonesia)less

KENYA Reaps Suffering (For the people and the government of Kenya) O Lord..., Our beloved country is suffering in the middle of people holding their positions and people wanting to grab the power; in the middle of people igniting disturbance for satisfaction and needs of one of the groups; in the middle of people breaking the ethnic groups for a certain need; in the mi...more

KENYA Reaps Suffering

(For the people and the government of Kenya)


O Lord...,
Our beloved country is suffering
in the middle of people holding their positions
and people wanting to grab the power;
in the middle of people igniting disturbance
for satisfaction and needs of one of the groups;
in the middle of people breaking the ethnic groups
for a certain need;
in the middle of the people enjoying parties
with anger and blood.

While the others
are crying to your presence, O Lord
asking the strength in suffer
and tears
enduring hunger and torture.

O Lord...,
Are these the fruits of reaping fields?

Thousand of souls are shamefully butchered
Hundreds of souls escaped
in fear and gripped by fright
Hundred thousands of children are neglected
traumatic, and screaming to You, O Lord.

“Remember this:
A man reaps what he sows.”

O Lord...
we sow The Word
we sow moon
we sow love
we sow sun

But why ... O Lord
We reap anger and disturbance
reap killing and butchering
reap hunger and misery
reap various wickedness

O Lord...,
Do not say this
to us:

“But you have planted wickedness,
you have reaped evil,
you have eaten the fruit of deception.
Because you have depended
on your own strength
and on your many warriors,
the roar of battle will rise
against your people,
so that all your fortresses will be devastated”

Darkness...!!

It is not because God isn’t the Light anymore
but the people are blinded
having no more feeling, no more inner self!

Wicked seeds
sown by devils
growing fast and creeping
to blind people’s eyes
to come to hearts of the children of Lord
through wealth and riches
through misery and poverty
through rank and position
through status and power
through the sinful nature
and will be destroyed.

O Lord..,
give us strength
to sow in the Spirit for us
to be able to reap eternal life.

“Sow for yourselves righteousness,
reap the fruit of unfailing love!
Those who sow in tears
will reap with songs of joy.“

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Jakarta, January 10, 2008

By: Syarif Oppusungguless

My name is MAWITHA! (a man with HIV/AIDS) Curses of all sorts to Sodom and Gomorrah… Let it, let it befall me Disgraces to a man loves a man… Let it, let it befall me Hypodermic needles, tablets, and various narcotics… Let it, let it befall me Immoral men and women, prostitution, and sexual acts outside of marriage… Let it, let it befall me Index finger point...more

My name is MAWITHA!
(a man with HIV/AIDS)


Curses of all sorts to Sodom and Gomorrah…
Let it, let it befall me
Disgraces to a man loves a man…
Let it, let it befall me
Hypodermic needles, tablets, and various narcotics…
Let it, let it befall me
Immoral men and women, prostitution,
and sexual acts outside of marriage…
Let it, let it befall me
Index finger points to my forehead and blame…
Let it, let it befall me
Lips that curl and chase away…
Let it, let it befall me

Because…who am I, so that I can convince you?

You know, my name is Mawitha!
Nice to be heard, contemptible to be seen
My mom was the victim of blood transfusion
My dad was infected unintentionally
And I ?!
I was punished since I was unborn child
Deadly verdicted without defense
Expelled like rubbish in the middle of a city
But God picked me with His love.

He is the only One who cares of me faithfully
Dad and mom went away to heaven
leave the torture and suffering behind
that had never been imagined before

Now I lie weakly
thin like skeleton wrapped by torture
without any family
without medicine nor any nurse
without anybody who encourages to come

It’s dark…
I miss the shining light
miss the song in the middle of the night
miss the angels to hug me tight
to see the born of Christ
source of love and hope…

Hopefully!

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By : Syarif Oppusunggu
From : Indonesialess