Wednesday, September 27, 2006
"Please--tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . ."
"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . ."
The next day the little prince came back.
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . ."
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarassed.
"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.
And he went back to meet the fox.
"Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
an excerpt from The Little Prince
Monday, September 25, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Christ Methodist Church Youth Ministry presents
Ultimate'06 - Rebirth and Rejoice
Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise. His greatness no one can fathom. - Psalm 145:3
Saturday 23rd Sept, 7pm
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
When we are out there,
in the dark
We'll dream about the sun
In the dark,
we'll feel the light
Warm our hearts
Everyone
If we hold on together
Sunday, September 03, 2006
a story i heard today (roughly told this way)
There was a little mouse who lived on a farm.
One day, the farmer's wife brought back a package.
"Oooh it could be food!" The little mouse thought. He went to sneak a peek at the package.
Alas, it was not food at all!
Instead, inside the package was a mousetrap.
Horrified, the little mouse went around the farm announcing his find.
He went up to the chicken and said, "there's a mousetrap on the farm!"
The chicken nonchalantly shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't see much of a problem with that for me." Then she turned and walked away.
The mouse was not comforted at all. He went on to look for the pig.
"Pig, pig! There's a mousetrap on the farm!"
The pig grunted and said, "I'm sorry for you. But it really doesnt affect me. Go find someone else to complain to."
Then, the mouse saw the cow.
"There's a mousetrap on the farm!"
The cow bellowed and replied, "I really can't care about a silly mousetrap. All it could possibly do is to clip my nose for a bit! Haha.."
The mouse, terribly upset and still very much frightened, crawled back to his hole and hid there.
That night, there was a loud SNAP!
Something was caught by the mousetrap!
Awoken by the sound, the farmer's wife went to check on the mousetrap.
In the dark, she picked it up, not knowing that it was the tail of a poisonous snake that got caught.
The poisonous snake stung the poor woman.
The farmer's wife fell very ill.
Wanting his wife to get better, the farmer killed the chicken from his farm and made chicken soup for her.
However, her condition was getting worse by the day and she had to be hospitalised.
Many of the couple's friends and relatives came to visit.
Wanting to show his appreciation for their concern, the farmer decided to provide some food for the visitors.
He went to look for the pig and made pork dishes from it to offer the kind visitors.
Sadly, the snake's poison was too much for the farmer's wife's body to handle.
She passed away a few days later.
At the funeral, more friends and relatiives came.
The farmer had to provide more food and went to look for the cow to kill it for food.
All this while, the mouse was still alive and hiding in his hole.
The end.