Tuesday, 25 March 2008

Sometimes doing Devotion can be a double edged sword

In the chaos and confusion I know
You're sovereign still
In the moment of my weakness You give me
Grace to do Your will

So when You call I won't delay
This my song for all my days

There is no one else for me
None but Jesus
Crucified to set me free
Now I live to bring You praise

Jesus loves me this I know
for the Bible tells me so
We the ones to Him belong
We are weak, but He is strong

Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
For the Bible tells me so

Sunday, 23 March 2008

Resurrection Sunday

*sigh of relief*

Our drama presentation's finally over. And I praise God for all the grace, wisdom, patience and strength for all of us. It was a team effort and all glory goes to the big-G up there in the sky :)

Hahaha... someone I know made a comment about how these kids in GRC would affect me...

"You love them and put them in your heart so much, when they all leave it will surely hurt a lot.."

I think if it didn't hurt... it would probably mean they NEVER found a place in my heart in the very first place. The hurt isn't a negative one, but more of missing a person that you love. And I know... as the first quarter of the year comes to a close at the end of next week, I know I'm 9 months closer to seeing quite a number of my GRCians graduating and flying to distances they don't even know about yet.

It's inevitable. I could choose to be emo about it, or I could choose to give them each a hug of encouragement and try my very best to be happy and not cry. Not that I don't believe in crying, just that I want to wish them well and part ways as people who won't hang on to the past and refuse to move on:)

Today's Resurrection Sunday, and I pray that those who came for the drama persentation, and for those who have attended any Easter-related events all around the world, will be one step closer to know just how amazing God's love is for them.

5 years ago I chose with my own free will, devoid of a preacher, devoid of religious material around me, devoid of hype... I chose because He chose first to die for someone like me. Someone who was caught up in rejection, anger and hopelessness... my Jesus saw beyond all that and loved me still. And for that, when I always think of it... I feel like crying because I still can't understand 100% why He did it in the first place.

God looked beyond the filth on us, the smelly garbage that we carried. He loved us because He saw a child underneath all that.

Thank You, Jesus. Life is so different with You in it. I'm forever grateful. I'm gonna use my life to bring honour to Your name.

Friday, 21 March 2008

lets talk

Lets do some old fashioned talking... I need to write this out and express myself before my anger or rage or irritation or whatever you want to call it gets the better of myself and I lash out in sarcasm and venom :p However, its gotten to a point, when I'm starting to get fed up with things that happen around me, the words that are being said. The situations that crop up every now and then have really started to get on my nerves so much so that I cracked just a slight bit the other day at work. Praise God, I'm over that stage. God is my strength and comfort, my everlasting.

Everyone is an individual and I respect that. No one is made the same. God has given us different attributes and character traits, preferences and ways of communicating and relating with others. I totally know that I have weaknesses as well, but at least I'm aware of it when people correct me and I try if not succeed, I try, at least to work on it.

THE SPOTLIGHT ISN'T ALWAYS ON YOU (its on Jon Foreman!)


I hate it when I need to see or put up with emo-trips that you take. We did not and will never force anyone to practice or believe in the things that we do. Everything is free will. And excuse me, but no one was sinning and if you can't see past that and understand that point. You can continue to sit in a corner and sulk, mutter and pray for fire and brimstone to rain down upon us poor, lost and wayward children of God.

let's embrace diversity and celebrate it in the sun

We're all made of different characters. Arguments. disagreements, personality clashes, hurting each other etc etc are bound to happen. But if you cant bring yourself to a stage where you embrace and celebrate each other's uniqueness, then we've failed to live out God's love for us. That was the exact reason why I hated Christians once upon a time, it wasn't that much of God judging me, but Christians who do the judging on behalf of a God who stopped judging those He loved on this Good Friday, when my Saviour was pierced for my transgressions.

AND LASTLY


I miss the old times not because of the people. Definitely not because Grace Goh isn't around or because Roanne didn't come back from Australia... simply... because I miss the energy, passion and direction. I wish somehow as a teacher, I could say that I'm doing a good job in the classroom this year. But I'm not.

I can't do it on my own, God. I'm just so tired.

Monday, 17 March 2008

Captivated - Vicky Beeching

Your laughter it echoes like a joyous thunder
Your whisper it warms me like a summer breeze
Your anger is fiercer than the sun in its splendour
You’re close and yet full of mystery
Ever since the day that I saw Your face
Try as I may, I cannot look away, I cannot look away…

Captivated by You
I am captivated by You
May my life be one unbroken gaze
Fixed upon the beauty of Your face

Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my gaze
I become more like You and my heart is changed
Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my view
Transform me into the likeness of You
This is what I ask, for all my days
That I may, never look away, never look away…

Captivated by You
Captivated by You
May my life be one unbroken gaze
Fixed upon the beauty, fixed upon the beauty...
No other could ever be as beautiful
No other could ever steal my heart away
No other could ever be as beautiful
No other could ever steal my heart away
I just can’t look away…

I am captivated by You
Captivated by You
May my life be one unbroken gaze
Fixed upon the beauty, fixed upon the beauty
Fixed upon the beauty of Your face
The beauty of Your face

[this is a song that perfectly describes my desire. my emotions are so stirred by this song. it reminds me just how much God draws me to Him as His child, friend and lover. It's my love song. God, i am captivated deeply by You. Only You satisfy me.]

Thursday, 13 March 2008

Change is constant, an oxymoron

What does the word change mean? According to the Merriam Webster-Online Dictionary, it defines change as to make different in some particular , to make radically different, to replace with another, to pass from one phase to another, to undergo transformation, transition, or substitution... There are just so many more that I just can't stop listing them out.

I guess for either definition that I'd just listed out, anyone or anything should fit into those definitions quite nicely. Whether its a change of environment, a change of personality, a transformation of character, a situation of transition or substitution... you name it. Fill in the blanks. In life, perhaps the most constant thing is change. You change schools, you change your taste of clothes, you change the way you read a word, you change your friends, you change your shoes, you change a pet... the list could go on; even when you were born your parents had to change your diapers. Nothing stays the same forever and things, circumstances and people face changes that slip through our fingers no matter how hard we try to hold onto them.

What I'm more concerned compared to the various changes is not the changes concerned... but rather the reactions towards the changes. Many times, as I was growing up [yes, I was young-er before :p] I found it hard to grapple with the issue of changes. Whenever I noticed that my friends were beginning to act differently, I would mope about it or gripe over it. In my idealistic mind, I wanted people to remain the same and be who they are until the end of their days. Now when I reflect back on this mindset, I realise I was very wrong. No one can ever stay the same, not even myself.

Sometimes we look at it as a disaster. In most cases, the change is a change in habits. Maybe your close friend stops being so cheerful or hyper in the classroom and starts to be serious. Maybe your guy friends start mixing more with the guys in school and hangs out lesser with the girls. Maybe you walk into school one day wondering why your friends in return tell you, "...you've changed." Maybe a bunch of new people joined your circle of friends and you wonder if things will ever be the same again? Maybe... so many changes can happen at one go and you feel like ignoring the whole world or running away?

Change is constant. It happens all the time. What matters more is that in the face of change, what is our response towards change. Here's a challenge, instead of looking at the change and focusing on how it affects you for the worse... look for the positive things that come out of this change or how can you be a changing factor in your on world?

For example, if you realise that your friend has changed in the way he talks to you. Find out why. Sometimes, its not even him or her rejecting you. It could be because the person is growing and maturing. We don't forever talk like children. We do eventually grow up, mind you. This is just an example, all right? Or maybe... there are new additions in your life. You have new friends and your friends have new friends. True you might not have the same attention or do so many things together or joke about the same things again...but I guess that doesn't necessarily mean life sucks from that point onwards. You can embrace change and be a part of it positively, or you can let change leave you behind and you gripe about it and be emo about it.

It's really within your own hands.

But of course, there can be changes like your friends change for the worse or situations go from bad to worse. Say you found out that your friend is backsliding in their faith, or compromising on your friendship, or something bad happens in your family. I don't ask you to find something positive when obviously your emotions will be hurt. However, I do challenge you to be a factor of change in that situation. If you truly notice bad changes are happening... pray about it, talk to the person / people concerned about it, look for advice about it. Again, don't sit there and gripe about it because standing still is the one thing that gives change control over your life. You've gotta do something about it positively.

The only thing or rather I'd say the only person who never changes is God. And we can rest assured that God will always be there for us during the times when we are misunderstood, the times when we don't have a clue to what is happening around us. He will be there to comfort us until one day the answer comes. Sometimes, seasons of change happen in our lives to test our faith in God and also to cause us to mature.

When I read my diaries that I wrote when I was 15 or 16, my issues would be the changes that I could not bring myself to resolve in my friends. I couldn't accept the changes that were happening in their lives because it was as if we were living separate lives from each other and all the common likings and stuff we shares were like obsolete. But as I look back now, I realise that as a teenager, we grappled with these issues because we were in a period of transition from child to adulthood..in other words we were going through change as well! And after that period, I learnt to appreciate my friends because I realised that in the midst of their change, I changed as well and it was for the better.

Learning to embrace change is an art. I can't say I've mastered it because in life, there will always be bigger and more changes to come. And they all come in varying forms. But the reaction towards change is more important than the change itself. That's why Jesus said, "Speak to the mountain..." He didn't say think or feel or gripe or watch the mountain. He specifically mentioned an affirmative action.

Speak to the mountain. Do something constructive about it.

Sunday, 9 March 2008

so does a new era begin?

After watching the election process start its roll from 8pm last night until the wee hours of 3am in the morning. It was more exciting than watching a football match ;)

Namely because this election is said to be one of the biggest political upsets the ruling coalition has ever faced. For example, BN lost its stronghold in Penang to the Opposition; incumbent Samy Velu lost his seat for the very first time [on his birthday]; Selangor is unofficially Opposition ground; Chew Mei Fun lost to Tony Pua; Teresa Kok claimed her two seats. Not to mention the opposition gaining state control over several states in the nation like Kedah, Penang, Selangor, Kelantan.

The government has been denied a two-third majority as it had planned to capture. Instead, Prime Minister Abdullah Badawi has to settle for a simple majority. Meaning that now we will see the likes of fiery and peppery Opposition leaders really stake a claim and create a tide of change in the parliament as the country continues to grow until the next election. Anwar Ibrahim is set to take up politics with a feather in his cap because his party apparently has secured the most majority in parliament for the opposition followed closely by DAP. So Anwar and Kit Siang should be grinning like Chesire cats now.
The question now lies:


Will this change things in the country for better OR for worse?


Having a sizeable opposition compared to the previous term could mean that policies made from hereon could be rational and more tempered. Without a two-third majority, the new government would need to work more to convince the opposition and citizens backing the opposition that their choices are worth trusting. The recent happenings of corruption, scandals, ethnic issues... have not reflected well on Abdullah's administration... perhaps that is why there was such an upset in the votes last night.
Nevertheless, it's my hope that the new government would now look into mending the leaky areas in our country. Hopefully the Opposition doesn't just exist there to criticise, to oppose and point fingers. The one thing I hope to see is more turn padang [coming down to meet the people] on all sides of the fence. The Opposition serves to exist as a check and balance for the government and it is my sincerest hope that they serve their term well and not make an idiot of themselves in the parliament. Please don't waste the votes that were given to you :)
Where did I cast my vote to, you say? Hmm... ask me in person :p

Wednesday, 5 March 2008

a wake up call from my student..i feel ashamed of myself

After reading one of my GRC student's blog about this disease called Harlequin ichthyosis I honestly couldn't sleep very well. The description alone in the blog post says it all...

"...When they're born right, they have really tight and hard skin, almost like fish scales and its yellowish-greenish with red lines all over their body. They're eyes are really huge and red, and I mean REALLY red. Then they're nose is super small or sometimes it doesn't even jut out at all, more like just two nostrils. And that goes for the ears too.."

The thing is that this disease is rare and if you do get it...

"...Imagine this: you have the disease and you look around you and see the millions who don't. The other millions of people who actually look and act normal. The other millions of people who would think you looked like a total freak..."

I did a research on the Internet and found many things about this disease. It's a genetically inherited disease and when the babies are born their mouths are forever stretched open in a grimace because the skin on their bodies is drawn so tight that it pulls on every part of the body. In order to go to school, harlequin children have to bathe for 2 hours before going to school to "soften" their skin [when i mean soften it involves the parents scrubbing their whole body VIGOROUSLY until the old skin comes off, which means for anyone... it's gonna be extremely painful to have the skin ripped off your body] and then comes the lathering of moisturising cream to keep it soft. After school they need to bathe again in the afternoon.

It's painful to even see the pictures of the babies that are newly born and they have this disease. They have red eyes that bulge out of their sockets, their skin is so dry and tough that it cracks and there are rivets of cracks running all over their bodies. They already start bleeding the moment they are born.

Worst still was many people call these children "demon kids" or "alien kids". How can people even lift a finger and point at them like that? Sometimes I wish I could tell them that before they start comparing and making comments, how about that they try to put themselves into the shoes of these children and walk in those shoes for awhile?

Sometimes I wonder... whether in God's eyes we're like those harlequin children too? We're so wrapped up in our sins and our self-righteousness that perhaps they too have stretched our faces and bodies into a gruesome, alien-like appearance before our Father in Heaven. Maybe when God looks at us, we're so far from Him that we look grotesque and ugly.

But God sent Jesus to wash all that away. And now by the blood of Christ, we are made new. And we need to live our lives like its been made new. Sometimes we forget to live like we've been saved and redeemed for a life more than physical appearance, money and outward achievements. I for one am humbled and ashamed. I must confess, after reading my student's blog about this disease, I thought to myself, "how bad can it be?" It is THAT bad.

Nothing sums up how i feel than what Sophira blogged about last night...

"Tons of people look in the mirror and crap about their minor imperfections because to them, it's a pretty huge deal. Like my eyes are too big. My eyes are too small. I hate my hair cause its too curly. I hate my hair cause its too straight. My nose is enormous, my ears are long. My feet are too big, my fingers are fat. I'm not pretty. I'm not handsome. I'm too fat, I'm too thin. In fact, I look kinda ugly.

"And then everyone ends up at some hospital that does plastic surgery and everyone lives happily ever after."

We all think we're so smart on fixing or lives right?

"Well, guess what? Those who suffer from Harlequin disease (or any other kind of skin distortion, for that matter) CAN'T change how they look. They stick with who they are till they die. In fact, some of them don't even live for very long."

Fact is, sometimes we never open our hearts and our eyes big enough to realise that there's more to life than just ourselves. There are others out there who have it worse off than us and yet we complain.

"YOU are alive today and you don't have anything wrong with you. You live like a normal person. You wake up, go to school, hang out with friends, go catch a movie. You get to sleep tonight and face the very next day.Don't you find the reality of it just so amazing?I mean, you're ALIVE and BREATHING.

"Some people out there don't dare to look in the mirror to look at themselves. Some people out there don't get to see tomorrow's sky. Some people out there don't even get to see anything. And the list goes on.

"I'm not trying to discourage them or say they're cursed or anything but the fact that you're walking, talking, breathing, working, seeing is the greatest miracle already. A lot of people don't even realize that.

"So the question is, are you grateful for who and what you are today?Do you count every blessing you have?"

[I am starting to realise that my life is so much better off and I haven't been grateful enough for it, God. I'm so sorry, Jesus. I've been complaining and griping about life too much. Show me how to make a difference for others because You've already made me a different person.]

p.s. thanks Sophira; )

Monday, 3 March 2008

Have we lost ourselves?

Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live
We were meant to live

Sometimes i wonder whether we've forgotten what it means to be saved and forgiven by God. The many, many things we do, the lives we live, the choices we make... do they reflect the fact that we've been saved by grace? Does it show to the darkness around us that we have heaven inside our hearts?

Do we live our lives like we're saved already or are we still lost?