Talentime NJC

Wow, God is beautiful. Because i see so much of Him in the many talents of the NJC kids... kids dancing, and singing... so vibrant with spirits that are vulnerable, yet on stage they shine like diamonds being polished. So many kids to talk about. But today i'll talk about Michelle. Somehow, Michelle just shined. She always did in school... and i always knew she sang. But today was different... somehow, a part of her connected with the people in LT1... that's lovely. That's awesome. That's God. And, i'm so glad to have been a part of your life last year. Michelle, if you are reading this... i just want to let you know how special God made you.
Valene, i wonder if you're reading this too. You can really dance. But there's more than that. In class you have this quiet spirit that's just waiting to break loose... in a good way. Be all you can be, for you can be ALOT. But find yourself at the same time... that will be the most beautiful thing you'll ever find... and when we look at God, that's when we find ourselves as well... (that makes sense because He created all of us... and knows us better than we know ourselves.)

3 things i hope we won't forget too...
"You give me JOY that's unspeakable... and i like it, and i like it yeah... your love for me's irresistable, i can't fight it, i can't fight it yeah... "
"Tears cross my eyes when i look into the stars of the night, shining so big and bright; when here i am, a part of me dying, am i hiding, lying on the bed tired and tried... i couldn't understand, did God throw the dice? Stage 4 cancer not once but twice and the pains that you bore so silently... ironicly bravely lucidity so i see you on the hospital bed, vision blurred, voice slurred, both of our eyes, swollen and red. And how much time did you have left? I heard the tick of the clock and i counted your every breath. As morphine dripped and you were concast, and the fear that gripped my heart - which breath will be the last... then from the darkness you said vividly...'do something great for God, son' and you left me..." <-- hey mum, if you're reading, hope you're proud of a washout like me.
"You hold me close so i can thrive, when you touch me that's when i know, i know i'm alive..."

Take it from a guy like me who's suffered most of his life.
I've never felt more alive than when i'm walking with God.
Love
Ken