Prayer Meeting Word¬

I went to prayer meeting today and i was really blessed by God. I had an image and a word that came to me when i was praying, it was a word for myself, but i was so blessed, so i thought i would share it!


The word comes from the event of the in the book of John chapter 6 about the feeding of five thousand people. More specifically John 6:9


I was thinking about the whole 'fish' image of the Christian faith in the olden days and was wondering why was it a fish... anyway, before i get too side tracked.


In the word i imagined my self coming before God and presenting him with my single fish... and this fish represented my talents and abilities. Now my fish was a regular size fish, bigger than others but smaller than others, similarly representing my talents.


Recently i've been feeling that i needed to be 'successful' in my ministry in order to win approval of others or of God. But i know this is from the devil and God doesn't want us to be successful but faithful!


So this fish represents my talents and abilities. In my hands, my fish could feed.... 1, 2 people, maybe 10 if everyone had only one bite. BUT in GOD's hands, it could feed thousands upon thousands. It doesn't even matter what size fish it is... God uses the fish beyond anything we could ever fathom.



Thus i felt God's word for me was to let Him take what little talent and ability i have and He will do great things with my fish :)


I encourage you to all to put your talents into the hands of God and allow Him to use them to impact many people!

My Testimony (from my old blog)

How Ben Found God. (Longish)

Since most people don't know how i became a christian, i thought i would write my story about how God, and my lord Jesus Christ came into my life.

It was about 5 and a half years ago, that i first started going to CCM group (christian campus movement)

During this time, i was heavily addicted to gaming (playing games) and was spending about 6-8 hours A DAY playing this stupid game called Counter-strike (i think maybe it was created by demons).

I was heavily addicted to other things as well, my life was a wreck, i was still really messed up from my first girlfriend, i was a manic depressive person, contemplated suicide quit a bit, and all my other time was spent in bars playing pool, or hanging out with really bad company.

Anyway, one day i was playing games, and there was this other guy in the lan shop, and the conversation went something like this: (if bad language offends you, please don't read what follows)

Other Guy: F- You!

Me: F-You

OG: Come up here and say it (he was on the second floor)

Me: No i think herpes is contagious (really helping the situation)

Some Other Guy: he's on computer 12....... silence .......

The guy started coming down the steps, and i was petrified, i didn't know what to do, so i just looked at my computer screen and worried more and more.Anyway, looking at computer screen didn't help, and the guy was going something like "what the hells your problem" me... i was worried now, so i was like "i was just kidding..."I looked back to the computer screen, only to be punched in the head, and i went down pretty fast, and the rest of his friends, (another 7 or so) and beat the hell out of me... literally

Anyway, 10 min later, i'm lying in my own blood with a broken finger, and a very bloodied up face, and my body was kinda hurting. Went to the hospital, doctors screwed up, later had to have pins thru my finger to fix it.

That was pretty traumatising, but it wasn't the physical pain that hurt... the thing that hurt the most is that i had people around me who were ment to be my friends... and they did nothing, i had about 7-8 friends there too, and they did nothing at all... people who i thought i could count on.

It really hurt, it felt worse than anything in the world... when i needed them the most, they weren't there, i felt like i couldn't trust anyone.Anyway, this led to me staying in my room at the RAH (royal adelaide hospital) for about 3 months straight without leaving, oh and i was staying there because my parents just sold their house... But god really provided in the most unusual way. There was this guy, who had to be at least 150 kg and he looked like a big scary biky, but he had the biggest heart.

Although sadly i've lost contact with him, he had alot of issues himself. I wish i could tell him god loves him, because he felt as if no one loved him at all (please tell people the love of god, cause everyone is hurting)

He looked after me while i was in the RAH, and just made sure i didn't do anything stupid. He was really a lifeline for me, although you would never expect it (imagine seeing some small scrawny asian guy walking down the street, talking to this HUGE white guy that looks like a biky... strange)

Well, during that christmas i went back to malaysia, and just cried alot, and spent time with my mum, life didn't seem to be getting better, i had failed all my exams, and life was just going downhill.Then the new year started, and i was walking around uni during O'week, and Paul (really good guy, talk to him, godly, and knows alot) came up to me and evangelised.

It went something like this:

Paul : hi my name is Paul...

Me: uhhh... okay?... oh sorry.. my names ben.

Paul: do you know about god?

Ben: (eek gad, weirdo) umm yes? I'm a christian (at least i said i was, but i didn't believe in jesus)

Paul: really?

Ben: not really... but i do believe in god.

Paul: well we have this group called ccm, on thursdays at 5:15, would you like to come.

Ben: (smiles and nods) suuurrreee...Anyway, off i went, and then it occured to me, that i didn't really have anything else to do... and my life sucked anyway, so some new faces could help... also i heard that church groups generally have lots of asian girls... so i thought perhaps i could pick up one of them, so i went.

Well, i spent the next 3 months going to ccm and eventually going to church.... i have no idea at all why... i spent the whole time sitting in the back, either

a) sleeping (which really really really annoyed nick... maahhha)

b) looking at everyone and thinking.... man christians are weird.But, by the grace of god i kept going, and suddenly one day, i saw how Brendan, helen, paul (only 3 i really knew then) loved people, and how no matter where you were from or what you did or how you smelt, they loved and cared for you... and i thought to myself... i want that... i don't know what it is, but my life is so crap, i want that, i want to be able to love people, and just care, with no hidden motives.

Thus I said the sinners prayer (all for the wrong reasons by the way, it was cause a girl i liked was christian and i thought i should have something in common) but god answered, and he came into my life and changed me in so many ways, he gave me hope, forgiveness, and strength... i use to wish i could have found him later so i could sin more... but now i wish i found him earlier.

What is my life like now? I wake, and have purpose... i can love people for who they are... i feel alive, i don't have all this hate in my heart, but a longing to love people more and more... i love life.

I am still flawed, and i still sin, and i still make mistakes, and life as a christian is hard... it's a constant battle, but i have unmentionable joy, and i know death is not the end for me.

God loves you, ALL of you, and he doesn't care about your past... He will forgive you of everything you've ever done wrong if you turn to Him, and you can never do anything that God's grace cannot cover, His forgiveness is beyond anything i could ever do, and he still loves me, and he loves you (reader).

God is the author and perfecter of our faith, and my life is aglow with love for Jesus.If you would like to know more about god, or have any questions, please feel free to email me at ben_delaney@hotmail.com

God loves You.

What a day at school!

Went to meet my academic advisor for chinese. Which was kind of cool, i spent the first half of my time with students, training them in public speaking because they are in the debating team and wanted some tips.

Then the chinese club had an iron chef competition, in which they requested me to help a team (bad idea.... super bad idea)

well... they were cooking dumplings... so i thought to myself... how hard could that possible be... i'm 24, i'm manlyish.. i can do this.

So, we started cooking... turned on stove... all good... put pan there... add oil... turn up gas.... read instructions. 'add 2 table spoons of water'

Sure... why not... went and took the water... thew it into fry pan and.... VVVVVVAAAAAAMMUUUSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!"!!"!"!"£!"$!"$!"$!

the whole entire fry pan went up in flames, with the flames reaching a good 3-4 feet in the air!! touching the roof........ all i was thinking was... 'oh bad'

luckily... the room didn't catch on fire, no one was hurt (only ben's ego) and i didn't get kicked out of the school thank God.

Thus moral of this short story!

a) don't ask Ben to help you cook..... ever
b) don't add water to boiling oil, fire can and probable will result.
c) if adding water, make sure oil is not boiling!


Praise God for the little things that make life interesting

Vid from Outing

LoL this is something me and damien filmed!

Just to let you know dear parents... Fiona was taking care of them :)

Impact Youth Photo's from our first outing!

Sorry guys this too me soooo long to get them out to you!!! Anyway, hope your enjoy! Some photo's from Oceana Camp!


A group of cool people :P


This was the best photo, just to let you know the names from left to right; Jerome, Danial, David Rebecca, Ben,Damien, Gabriel, Zach and Fiona


This is a photo of the youth group guys from 'Ablaze' in Hope Brisbane, they are really on fire for Christ, it's a real blessing to see young people completely sold out for God!! Amen!


This is me and Damien preparing for our 'Ultimate Random Sandwhich Game'

This photo was taken when we went to the beach. It looks like we are all normal, but when we got there it was about 12 degrees, windy and absolutely freezing!!! Praise God, He changed the weather shortly after to fine, sunny, and really great!

This is how we really felt :P




'Who are those good looking guys!!!'



More pictures to come!!! God bless!

Mr Right (Posting from elsewhere)

This is a posting from a friend of a friend of a friend, but i thought it was really great!

God has a special plan for us for when we get married. Keep waiting for the right kind of person to commit yourself to! Hope your blessed guys/gals! Keep trusting in God, keep praying!

Mr Wonderful

Specially for all singles out there waiting for 'THE ONE'....
By Arlene Pellicane

When I was in high school, I was blessed to have a lot of titles. Cheerleader. Honors Student. Student Body President. Youth Group Leader. But there was one title I was very displeased with. Dateless.I think I was the only one to graduate from high school without being asked out. No roller rink dates. No fast food jaunts. Nothing. But God had given me a promise.I went to a Christian school and one day after chapel, I was praying about my dateless state at the altar. To my surprise, the speaker came up to me and said, "I believe God has a message for you. He's preparing a man of God for your life." I cried tears of joy because like Hannah at the altar, I felt like my prayers had been heard.Mr. Wonderful was coming!

Starry eyed, I began attending a Christian college where I thought for sure I would meet my match. After all, there were so many new, cute Christian boys everywhere! But once again, dateless. Four years later, I received my B.A. but alas, no MRS. degree. But I did come close.My senior year, I began dating a terrific young man. He was involved in youth group and studying to be in the ministry. He was kind, smart, quick to smile, captain of the volleyball team, and cute to boot. The more I knew about him, the more I liked. I was in love! I thought beyond a shadow of a doubt, This is the Mr. Wonderful I've been waiting for all my life!We continued dating after graduation, and I waited. Would he propose? God was about to prepare me for the answer.One night, I felt terribly sad for no apparent reason. I began to cry in my bedroom. When I asked God why I was crying, I was drawn to the story of Abraham and Isaac. Was I willing to sacrifice my Isaac on the altar? Was I willing to let my relationship die? Tearfully, I said "yes" to God. A few days later, my boyfriend broke up with me.

I felt as though life had stopped. My heart ached for my boyfriend. I finally understood every sad song on the radio. I cried out for God to help me.One day, I was walking along the beach and felt impressed to sing "Great is Thy Faithfulness." I declared out loud that God was faithful and struggled to believe it with everything in me. I prayed that God would either restore my relationship or take away my desire for my college sweetheart and bring another man into my life.Months went by and God had clearly chosen the latter. So I waited for the real Mr. Wonderful to walk into my life. And waited. And waited.The months turned into years. I was in my late twenties and once again, dateless. But God had given me a story to cherish during that season of waiting in my life.

At a missions conference, I met a very godly couple who talked with me about being single and serving God. They took the time to get to know me and relate this story.Once there was a winemaker who lived in a small village. When his friends came over, he would serve bread and ordinary wine. Wine that had been opened and closed again and again. But one day, a very close friend from a faraway place came to visit. "For you dear friend," he exclaimed, "I have a very special wine." He went into his cellar and pulled out a bottle of wine that he had been saving for years. It had never been opened.The missionary went on to tell me that I was that special wine. That God was the Winemaker and someday, when the right man came along, God would present me to that man. Instead of being passed over, I was being saved for the perfect person by a tender and loving Winemaker.So when the waiting became difficult, I remembered that story.

The Winemaker was saving me for someone special.I'm very happy to say Mr. Wonderful did come along. The first time I ever saw James, he was flipping hamburgers at a welcome barbecue at the graduate school we both attended. It wasn't love at first sight at the condiment bar, but he did catch my eye. We became good friends and it was perfectly clear to me that he was THE ONE. Unfortunately, it took him longer to catch this revelation so once again, I was waiting.After months of being only good friends, I had to re-evaluate my desire for James. I was growing weary of the crazy way my heart beat when I saw him. He was dating other girls, so what was I waiting for? I surrendered my wish to be together to God. My theme verse was Psalm 37:4, "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." I prayed that God would take away my desire for James, or that God would place that same desire in James' heart. In that time of waiting, I learned to surrender my wishes to God.A few months later, James asked me on our first date to Outback Steakhouse. Thank God he talked to a friend who discouraged him from taking me to Dairy Queen! At dessert, he pulled out a red rose and a yellow rose which he had discreetly hidden in his jacket. He said, "We've been friends for a long time and I want to date you and see if there's something more." From that moment forward, we were inseparable. Five months later we were engaged. Mr. Wonderful had truly arrived and he surpassed all my high expectations.

Next year I'll celebrate my tenth anniversary with my Mr. Wonderful. Was he worth all those days of waiting in high school, college, and beyond? Without a doubt. The Winemaker had put together a perfect match.