Tuesday, March 27, 2007

fourteen, thirteen, twelve...

I'm counting down the days...

Think crystal clear turquoise waters and powder white beaches.

And above all, a whole new underwater world beckons!

Take me.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

showers of blessings

There's something strangely liberating about walking in the rain.

It's that conscious decision to ignore the fact that we could be tucked under nice and dry warm covers on a dreary Saturday morning. Forgetting that our clothes are getting heavier by the second, and that our shoes are going *squish squish*. Feeling the pitter patter on our faces and not shying away but embracing every falling drop.

There's something strangely liberating about walking in the rain without a care in the world. Throw in a good companion and these become almost

the best of times.

Doing Round 3 of the Bukit Kiara loop wasn't such a bad call after all, was it? =)

Friday, March 16, 2007


Think about His love
Think about His goodness
Think about His grace that's brought us through

...He satisfies my desires.


Great times spent with friends from the present. You have been a blessing to me so much more than you could ever know. Thank you for being simply, you.

Close friends of yesteryears re-establishing contact (THREE in TWO days!). It's been TOO LONG. I'm looking forward to catching up with you again soon.

And You. You continue to amaze and baffle me. Your ways are truly higher than mine; Your thoughts than mine. Thank you.


The last couple of days have been a testament to God's surmounting grace in the things that I had been facing lately. God does indeed answer prayers, sometimes in ways more than we could ever hope for or imagine. Let us also pray however, that we may be patient enough to wait out the period that he wants us to spend in the "wilderness" before He comes through and saves us.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

safe havens

I typed out a whole post and then deleted it thinking it might be deemed too "sensitive" or too "personal" for public consumption. Yup, I guess good ol' Discernment tapped me gently on the back to remind me that certain things are just not meant to be shared openly. Failure to adhere strictly to the unwritten code could result in certain uncomfortable conversations, or weird stares from people.

And so I shut the door once again waiting for Safe Havens to come by.

Until then, the boy shall remain


Wednesday, March 07, 2007

franciscan benediction

I didn't get to go for the entire Friends in Conversation: A Quiet Revolution of Hope last weekend due to YF and worship commitments, but I did manage to at least make it for the open Saturday night session. That night, Brian McLaren spoke on Discipleship, and more specifically about spiritual formation. Many good thoughts flowed freely, especially during the conversation between McLaren, Tan Soo-Inn, Dr Alex Tang and Dr Voon Choon King, with Sivin Kit facilitating. Will try to post more on my thoughts later but until then, I'll leave you with this benediction that was read at the close of the meeting.

It simply blew me away.


May God bless you with discomfort
at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships...

...so that you may live deep within your heart.

May God bless you with anger
at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people...

...so that you may work for justice, freedom, and peace.

May God bless you with tears
to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation, and war...

... so that you may reach out your hand
to comfort them and to turn their pain into joy.

And may God bless you with enough foolishness
to believe that you can make a difference in this world...

... so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.

Monday, March 05, 2007

random thought

You are God and I am not.

... it's just what we need to be reminded of sometimes.

stop this world

It’s pathetic.

To see plastered smiles on the faces of the hurting.
To live constantly watching our backs.
To think that we can hide sin beneath clothes of fig leaves.
To build walls around us to keep others out.
Only to find that we are trapped within.

Is there room for honesty?
Does genuine honesty exist?
How much honesty can we take from others?
How much honesty can others take from us?

I'll start by confessing.
I’m pathetic.
But I will try.

To carry your tears.
To watch your back.
To accept you despite your sin.
To break down your walls.
In order to reach the captive within.

And I hope you'll do the same.

This is dedicated to everyone who shares my disillusionment with the way we have reduced community living to an elaborate drama where we all play lead roles in a seemingly perfect world.