Letter from Jesus about Christmas

In the spirit of Christmas, I'm posting this heart-warming email that will remind us of what the season is really about. When the value of everything seems to boil down the dollar and cents, this email will remind us that our political-correctness nor our holier-than-thou attitude is being frowned upon. Instead of yapping about what is wrong on others, let start sharing to them what is right.

From: Agent MA
Sent: Monday, December 06, 2010 11:51 AM
Subject: FW: Letter from Jesus about Christmas

 
 It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season.
 
 How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own.  I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
 
 Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of  a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for  such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.
 
 Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can  remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation  to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John 15: 1 - 8.
 
 If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wish list. Choose something from it:
 
 1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from
 home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.
 
 2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally They just need to know that someone cares about them.
 
 3. Instead of writing the President complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that  you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up... It will be nice hearing from you again.
 
 4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and  why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.
 
 5 Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.
 
 6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't  know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.
 
 7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile  and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there  on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families
 
 8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary-- especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My  name.
 
 9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have  any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity  which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.
 
 10. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that  you wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.
 
 Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the  list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those  whom you love and remember
 
 I LOVE YOU,
 JESUS CHRIST

Manila Hostage Crisis - Postscript to Bloodbath

As you all know by now, last Monday's event bring mixtures of emotion from sorrow, to sadness, disappointment and frustration to anger. I don't want to detail the event in respect to the family of the victims and those survivor. Besides, you can google or check wikipedea for the blow by blow accounts of the event and the stories surrounding it.

Anyway, I would like to apologize to the victims, survivors, their family and their countrymen for the "lapses-laden" operation of our police officers. I, too, is soo frustrated and sad for what had transpired.

Anyway, this posting is not about lambasting the police officer's operation. But for putting a stop to a very disturbing email circulating the net. Whoever created this article doesn't have any respect to the victims of the hostage crisis. Pretending to be a survivor just to criticize the police officer shows that the author is not really sensitive on the issues.

So to finally end this, the email seen below is a hoax. Here are the proof:

1. There is no Bang Lu Min in the survivors. As seen on clearly on the site by the Hongkong Government. Also on this site of Wikipedia.
2. Also the names mentioned are not included in the list of the survivors or victims. No Wei Ji Jiang nor Dao Chi Yu in the list of victims.
3. The article clearly wants to portray that the hostage taker was a good man and didn't harm the hostage which is contradicting the Bus Driver's report and the police reports.

Anyway,  here's the email.

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From:  Agent MA 
Sent: Wednesday, August 25, 2010 9:34 AM
Subject: FW: Postscripts To A BloodBath

 
Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza's hands.
 
The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn't listen so he used us to get everyone's attention.
 
Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn't see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn't understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head.
 
Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate.
 
I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don't matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth.
 
Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It's like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive - for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang. I know I will survive, I will come home.
 
Bang Lu Min, Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath