<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:41:14.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerry´s Peru Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102.post-3681357759011221432</id><published>2008-07-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:20:24.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Requests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ahora mismo necesito que oren por mi, porque me dificulta confiar totalmente en Dios especialmente en un viaje... tambien por la salud de todo el grupo y que no pase ningun desastre natural mientas que estemos ahi. Oren para que todos seamos UNO y enfocarnos en lo que vamos a hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2235852878787135102-3681357759011221432?l=gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3681357759011221432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2235852878787135102&amp;postID=3681357759011221432' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/3681357759011221432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/3681357759011221432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayer-requests.html' title='Prayer Requests'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102.post-1113268716348825181</id><published>2008-07-15T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:45:33.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encouraging words that will help me in times of weakness:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Exodus 15:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Psalms 4:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Psalms 27:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Psalms 40:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Psalms 51:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Psalms 63:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Psalms 84:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Psalms 112:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Proverbs 3:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Proverbs 29:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 4:10/12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isaiah 40:28-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isaiah 41:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isaiah 57:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lamentations 3:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mathew 6:33-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Matthew 21:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mark 10:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mark 14:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Luke 6:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 12:6&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 3:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2 Corinthians 9:10&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 5:1/13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ephesians 2:8:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Philippians 3:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Philippians 4:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hebrews 10:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hebrews 13:16&lt;br /&gt;James 1-3&lt;br /&gt;James 1:19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;James 4:6-10/14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1 Peter 2:17&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Revelation 3:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2235852878787135102-1113268716348825181?l=gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/1113268716348825181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2235852878787135102&amp;postID=1113268716348825181' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/1113268716348825181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/1113268716348825181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/verses.html' title='Verses...'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102.post-6656668027685893794</id><published>2008-07-14T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:16:27.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Warfare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This site(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sw-mins.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.sw-mins.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;) is about taking possession of our inheritance in Christ and overcoming our enemy's assaults. We believe that victorious Christian living is possible when sound Biblical principles are incorporated in our lives and practiced daily. We must maintain our focus on the Lord and not become consumed with the enemy's activity. We are not to fear the enemy, but are commanded to resist him and overcome him in the authority and power of the Lord Jesus Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Spiritual warfare is a pro-active approach to our faith. We actively resist the devil when his hosts harass us. We actively pursue spiritual disciplines that will make us stronger and better prepared. We actively engage the enemy when people are in spiritual bondage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This other website doesn´t question the validity of spiritual warfare(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatbiblestudy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.greatbiblestudy.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;), but I do not agree with some of the things that has been written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not completely done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2235852878787135102-6656668027685893794?l=gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6656668027685893794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2235852878787135102&amp;postID=6656668027685893794' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/6656668027685893794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/6656668027685893794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/testimony.html' title='Spiritual Warfare'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102.post-5699216826035616659</id><published>2008-07-13T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:54:31.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Testimonio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Al igual que Danny, pensaba que mi testimonio iba a ser una porqueria, porque este era el tipico testimonio de alguien que crecio en la iglesia y no iba a tocar el corazon de nadie. Yo siempre quise decir que fui un asesino o drogadicto etc... para asi poder tocar el corazon de las personas y traerlo hacia Cristo. Mi caminar con Cristo no ha sido facil, aunque creci en una familia cristiana, yo creo que si enserio hubiera sido un drogadicto o asesino seria mas dificil y aun mas sufrimiento(Jesus supo cual era la cruz perfecta para que yo cargue). Dios me trajo a Crossfire para restaurar esta relacion rota entre nosotro y a la vez acercarme mas hacia El. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACKGROUND:&lt;/strong&gt; Creci en una familia cristiana, bendecido por el Señor(financieramente). En la iglesia la gente nos miraba como la familia perfecta; fuertes creyentes y con &lt;em&gt;¨chen chen¨&lt;/em&gt; de sobra. Muchos nos admiraban y otros nos odiaban. Iba a la iglesia todos los domingo y desde chico ya podia diferenciar lo bueno y lo que esta malo. En escuela dominical yo era bueno memorizando versiculo, libros de la Biblia, y me sabia todos los cuentos biblicos; supongo que ayi es donde vino mis conocimientos(regalo espiritual). Acepte a Jesus a temprana edad, pero no comprendia verdaderamente(completamente) lo que significaba y todos los años lo aceptaba una y otra vez en los campamentos, porque tenia miedo de ir al infierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bueno, los hermanos de la iglesia pensaban que teniamos la vida perfecta, porque mi papa predicaba y mi mama enseñaba coro. Pero en la casa era un desastre total... yo odiaba mi familia porque no sentia amor; mi mama preferia a mi hermano major Daviking y mi papa adoraba a mi hermanito Pablo, y a mi me cuidaba ni nana: Sra Bao y Sra. Blanca(ahora mismo, la Sra. Blanca es la que cocina en Chame). Yo odiaba como mis hermanos conseguian todo lo que ellos querian y yo no porque no soy favorito de nadie. Comenze a buscar amigos en la escuela pero nadie me hablaba ni menos querian ser amigo mio por ser chino-marrano/cochino... I was like: YO MAMA! Ese odio dentro de mi crecio rapidamente y me estaba devorando. Hasta ese punto, vivia una doble vida: perfectamente feliz en la iglesia y amargo/grocero en la casa. Pense que necesitaba sitaba socialisarme mas con la gente y decidi ser popular. Iba analizando que caracteres o personalidades era que le gustaba a la gente y comenze a actuar de esa forma. A todos les gustaban ¨queer¨ asi que en quinto grado comence a actuar asi y fui popular(hacia reir a todo el mundo). A medida que iba subiendo de grado, en los ojos de mis supuestamente amigos, ese ¨&lt;em&gt;slighly queer¨&lt;/em&gt; se convirtio en ¨&lt;em&gt;queer-er¨&lt;/em&gt; y de &lt;em&gt;¨queer-er¨&lt;/em&gt; a ¨&lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;¨. En septimo grado todos me llamaban gay... por dentro yo estaba super enojado, porque mi pensamiento era que: &lt;em&gt;yo los hago reir y que me molesten y asi es como me pagan de vuelta?&lt;/em&gt; Comenzaron a llamarme nombres y tambien a evitarme y odiarme, yo era como el outcast/rechazado. Ese punto de mi vida, vivia triple cara; perfecto en la iglesia, el odioso de la familia y gay en la escuela... El vacio que senti hace años regreso, y mas grande aun, y el odio nisiquiera lo pensemos(en la casa me llamaban asesino, porque siempre estaba bravo y le gritaba a todo el mundo, porque eso me daba mas rabia). Yo queria arreglar lo que comenzo como un juego pero no me daban la oportunidad. Ya tenia como el titulo y estaba impreso a mi frente. Ya no soportaba el peso que estaba cargando, entonces busque formas para disque &lt;em&gt;suicidarme &lt;/em&gt;para que aprecien mi existencia. Aunque suene ESTUPIDO yo me encerraba en la maquina para secar ropa para ver si me asfixiaba, me golpeaba contra la pared para quedar en coma, me corte queria cortar las venas pero me daba miedo morir, sabia que si me matara iria al infierno. Ese tiempo encontre mi pasion, que era el canto, cantaba todo los dias porque calmaba mi odio y tristezas pero no los borraba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Flashback:&lt;/em&gt; Cuando era pequeño podia cantar super bien y lo pifiaba para que estuvieran celosos de mi y no lo tomaba enserio, pero cuando me estaba desarrollando yo no hablaba mucho asi que perdi mi voz(rango)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Medio año paso y un compañero me invito a Crossfire, pense que era una buena oportunidad para empezar denuevo. Queria comenzar denuevo, tener nuevos buenos amigos, pero nada de eso paso porque yo era invisible para ustedes. Por eso decidi ir a Guatemala para conocerlos mas, pero igual no me hablaban, hasta que descubrieron mi grito... Yo sabia que tenia que hacer para que me hablaran, pero temia de que volviera a pasar lo de antes. Al regresar del viaje estaba super emocionado que iba a tener nuevos amigos pero termine siendo un¨e&lt;em&gt;ntertainer¨, &lt;/em&gt;igual que en la escuela, solo vienen hacia mi just &lt;em&gt;to get some laugh &lt;/em&gt;y despues se van. Me dolio bastante pensar que la gente de Crossfire era igual que la gente de mi escuela.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que si me hizo dudar sobre la existencia de Dios fue cuando audicione para entrar a la banda... como ya saben cantar es mi pasion aunque no soy muy bueno cantando es lo mejor que hago, no gano buenas notas en la escuela, no soy tan bueno en algun deporte. En fin, cantar es lo que considero que hago mejor. Y ser rechazado de la banda, me hicieron sentir un ¨&lt;em&gt;PUPU bien pisoteado¨ y que no servia para nada. &lt;/em&gt;Yo lloraba casi todas las noches, porque no estaba seguro cual era mi proposito en la tierra. Tambien me preguntaba si Dios existiera porque no me da mas rango? Ese año, 2006, estaba super traumado... Pensaba que yo era como el hijo prodigo, que regreso a su padre, la verdad es que Jesus fue el que se mantuvo aferrado a mi. mientras me caia del precipicio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2235852878787135102-5699216826035616659?l=gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5699216826035616659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2235852878787135102&amp;postID=5699216826035616659' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/5699216826035616659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/5699216826035616659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/fighting-is-not-solution.html' title='Mi Testimonio...'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102.post-5210574916667348843</id><published>2008-07-13T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:43:58.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy is talking, be quiet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hable con mi mama... estaba apunto de compartir mis dones pero ella me los adivino antes de que le dijera. Dijo que &lt;em&gt;era obvio que Servicio era tus fuerte porque siempre buscas la manera de ayudar las personas en donde quiera que estes... tambien dijo que me parecia a Jesus porque siempre me la paso en la iglesia&lt;/em&gt;. Despues dijo que &lt;em&gt;aunque te llamen lloron yo se que tu corazon es bien suave y&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Misericordioso. Puedes percibir y sentir el dolor de otras personas y sufrir con ellos y a la vez apollandolos y ayudando con sus problemas. Tambien tienes un gran corazon y quieres ayudar a todo el mundo&lt;/em&gt;. Mi mama me pregunto si me acordaba de cuando era chiquito... dijo que: &lt;em&gt;una vez Dios toco tu corazon y querias ofrendarle mil dolares a unos misioneros, aunque era mi dinero. &lt;/em&gt;Alfinal dijo: &lt;em&gt;Tu personalidad y tus dones espirituales caen perfectamente para ser misionero, porque los misioneros son humildes, misericordiosos, comparten lo que tienen, entienden y sienten el dolor de los necesitados, tambien son buenos servidores y mas que eres introvertido; asi no te quejas del trabajo que haces. Serias un buen Pastor porque te sientes responsable de cuidar a los otros, eso es señal de liderazgo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Puedo ver a Jesus trabajando en tu vida, porque haz cambiado ultimamente; eres mas alegre y siempre tratas de unir a la familia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yo no te reconoceria si te viera 3 años atras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2235852878787135102-5210574916667348843?l=gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5210574916667348843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2235852878787135102&amp;postID=5210574916667348843' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/5210574916667348843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/5210574916667348843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/q_13.html' title='Mommy is talking, be quiet!'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102.post-4898106802613289160</id><published>2008-07-12T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:18:09.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAM Experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don´t really like to work in a group, because most of the time there is always someone that couldn´t care less about what he is doing and end up doing a sloppy work. It´s OK if you´re working alone; do anything you want, but if you´re working in a group don´t mess it up for everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I always say: ¨If you are not going to do it right, is better if you don´t do it.¨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Best team experience would probably be the time we went to Guatemala(at the construction site). We were working as a TEAM, even though I didn´t speak to some of you guys for the whole trip we still pulled it of at the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Worst team experience has to be at school, it happens to me all the time. When we get assigned group projects and nobody seems interested(I always end up doing all or the majority of the work). I hate it when they get credit for doing nothing, but I don´t have the courage to tell the teacher what they did not do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I don´t think there is a specific role for me, I just do the leftovers(often the hardest part that nobody wants to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Every time I hear the word ¨&lt;em&gt;TEAMWORK¨ &lt;/em&gt;I start walking to the back corner without even thinking about it, because I know there will always a free spot waiting for me, that´s the spot where nobody wants to be. However some just love to be up front or in the spotlight all the time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;There is something really weird with me; if we go on a trip I´m always at the very end/back, because I feel responsable for you guys. I´m always at the back to guard or watch over you guys in a sense... I´d rather they kidnap or kill me that to see you guys get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Even though I want really want to be a leader, but I don´t think I´ll be a good one, only because I don´t know how to boss people around(that is not me). ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2235852878787135102-4898106802613289160?l=gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4898106802613289160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2235852878787135102&amp;postID=4898106802613289160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/4898106802613289160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/4898106802613289160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/q.html' title='TEAM Experiences'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102.post-2495586031554228491</id><published>2008-07-07T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:50:59.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain´t Superman, so I´m not gifted ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Why can´t I prophesy, perform miracles or cast out demons, maybe heal the sick? Why can´t I be like the characters portrayed in the Sunday school´s stories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I grew up listening to and do the things they did. Ever since I was a little boy I aspired to be like Elijah, Moses, Abraham, Isaiah, and all those big personages in the Bible, so I could move stuffs or predict something is going to happen. I remember staring at pens and believing that if I´d really trusted God I could ¨&lt;em&gt;make it move¨&lt;/em&gt;, while my eyes and brain were drying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; out, absolutely nothing happened. A lot of times I thought I´d &lt;em&gt;¨trusted¨&lt;/em&gt; God to give me the things that I wanted, but God knew I wasn´t really trusting but testing him. I used to think that supernatural gifts were better, more important and please God the most. It was so hard for me to realize that every gift is unique and needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;For the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; two years I´d been feeling somewhat useless and lost(without a purpose), whether I was on a missions trip, at a local churches, even at school or anywhere. So, this year was all about spiritual gifts, I desperately wanted to know what my gifts were to serve God better. I was so excited to know the results, here are some of the highest: Service 20, Mercy 19, Giving 18, Helps 18, Knowledge 17, Shephard 17, Discerning 16, Hospitality 16, and lowest: Healing 2, Miracles 1, Tongues 0, Interpretation of Tongues 0, Ekballism 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don´t think it´s bad(like if I´m going to die or something) not to have ALL the spiritual gifts, but it does saddens me that my gifts incline more on the humble side; the side that not everybody sees or doesn´t really think it´s important and take for granted. If I was to be a leader or someone who can interpret tongues or miraculously heal people, they´ll respect and treat me as a human being should be treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;S.O.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; can´t find any connection between my personality and my spiritual gifts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Do you see any? Please comment...  I really want to know how my spiritual gifts fit my personalities..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2235852878787135102-2495586031554228491?l=gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2495586031554228491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2235852878787135102&amp;postID=2495586031554228491' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/2495586031554228491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/2495586031554228491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-are-my-spiritual-gifts.html' title='I ain´t Superman, so I´m not gifted ...'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2235852878787135102.post-4067902085605994646</id><published>2008-07-05T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:05:38.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My PERSONA...lity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;People that don´t quite know me may say that I´m a quick-witted, wild, crazy humorist; always laid-back, don´t really take things seriously&lt;em&gt;(believe everything is a joke);&lt;/em&gt; always happy as sunshine, rainbows, butterflies, flowers and smiley faces&lt;em&gt;(whatever, you name it)&lt;/em&gt;. This flamboyant personality of mine, as some would say, was the result of a desperate attempt of creating an image for people to like&lt;em&gt;(including you)&lt;/em&gt; and a way to fit into&lt;em&gt; society.&lt;/em&gt; Being a perfectionist is what led me to make these drastic changes, the need to please everyone and the want to be loved and accepted by everybody. I was starving for love and living a shattered like, due to some family issues, but that´s another story... Deep down inside I´m quiet, really emotional and like to be alone every now and then, not lonely. I´m also kind of a pushover, that doesn´t mean you are going to take advantage of it and treat me like &lt;em&gt;*cow poop*.&lt;/em&gt; I can be funny, yes, but I don´t want to be a joke&lt;em&gt;(there´s a huge difference).&lt;/em&gt; Laugh with me, just don´t laugh AT me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;According to the test my personality type is I.N.F.J. for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;78% Introverted, 50% Intuitive, 17% Feeling and 4% Judging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The results might shock some of you, but it´s scarily accurate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After I finished the test I thought . . .&lt;em&gt; ¨OK, what does I.N.F.J. mean? Introverted... yeah, a little bit, but feeling? judging? what does it have to do with my personality anyways?¨&lt;/em&gt; and as if I didn´t care I randomly clicked on the Famous Personalities link. I remember thinking &lt;em&gt;¨DAY-ANG!¨ *snap snap, wiggle(didn´t actually happen)*&lt;/em&gt; when I saw Oprah Winfrey, Nelson Mandela and Princess Diana on that list, because the first thing that ran through my mind was... &lt;em&gt;¨1.) I´ll grow pudgy, 2.) go to jail, 3.) come out flabby and die in a car crash.¨&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;INFJs aka Counselors have an exceptionally strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others, we think of others before/rather than ourselves, we´re also highly intuitive and can recognize another´s emotion or intentions. Even though INFJs can be quiet from time to time&lt;em&gt;(to recharge our batteries),&lt;/em&gt; we´re both kind and positive in our handling of others; not to mention great listeners and seem naturally interested in helping people with their personal problems. Most INFJs are highly private people, with an unusually rich, complicated inner life. Since we already have a hectic ¨inner life¨ we like to work in harmony with others, and will do whatever it takes to help the group get along with each other, so we all can work smoothly and pleasantly and &lt;em&gt;live happily ever after(not really, but whatever...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I´ll probably hurt the group by not sharing enough and left things unspoken since I am more of a listener and not the talky kind. Like y´all know I like perfection so if I´m being too harsh on you -I´m sorry- but I probably won´t, because I know we´ll do a great job serving the people and be a blessing to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;By the way, I don´t want the group to think I have mood swings or bipolar personalities&lt;em&gt;(just that I look cranky when I´m thinking or meditating).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*PS: I took test again just to make sure and apparently I´m also I.N.J.P, but it´s pretty much the same as I.N.J.F.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To read more about my personality click on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=3&amp;amp;c=healer"&gt;http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=3&amp;amp;c=healer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2235852878787135102-4067902085605994646?l=gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4067902085605994646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2235852878787135102&amp;postID=4067902085605994646' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/4067902085605994646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2235852878787135102/posts/default/4067902085605994646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerrytutuhulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-personality.html' title='My PERSONA...lity'/><author><name>Gerry Huang Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09427303754288198026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
