I love the Nostalgic, myself. I hope we never lose some of the Things of the Past.
- Walt Disney
It's friday and I think a little light material is warranted. I admit that I grew up on Disney cartoons. Even before I can remember anything, my parents were feeding me family-oriented cartoons. My mother has an especially great fondness for the disney classics and she has amassed a great collection of disney videos over the years. Even to this day, when I head home, I will always find time falling asleep to those old Disney short films.
There are many Disney short films, ranging from 5 to 10 minutes in length, and promoting characters like Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, etc. I love them all, yet if I had to choose a favourite series, it would be the Silly Symphonies.
The Silly Symphonies were envisioned as a series of shorts where the action depicted would be subservient to the music. During the mid 1920-30s, Walt Disney and Carl Stalling were very successful with their Mickey cartoons. Stalling however, was rather frustrated because he had to tailor his music to fit the flow of the cartoon. After great discussion, they decided that music is a dominant part of the cartoon, and thus the emphasis will be on the music.
The Silly Symphonies was a platform for Disney artists as they were allowed to pursue greater risks in not being locked into the story of a single character. Their imaginations were taken to new heights as there was no true conventional plotline. Most stories tended to be dance routines (like the first short, "The Skeleton Dance"), or lyrical works such as "Flowers and Trees".
Silly Symphonies was a venue in technical experimentation. The multi-plane camera was first introduced through these shorts (a technique to give 2-d animation a 3-d look). Disney's first colour short was also a Silly Symphony. Also, the artists first real attempts at animating realistic human figures was also tried in the Symphonies. This was an a useful process whereby they could prepare for their first major motion picture (Snow White).
There is a total of 75 different Silly Symphonies that were created between the years 1929 and 1939. Sadly, the series was discontinued once the feature films proved to be so successful.
In the end, this is probably my wistful thinking... the fond memories about the past and how it has affected me. A friend once asked how I can relate to that time of oldies. I think it stems from an appreciation for a life that was more innocent. A period in society where the emphasis was on the home, on communication and on relationships. It's reflected through the cartoons, the music, the family upbringing. Of course I'm mainly alluding to the Western culture, yet the social observation applies to all of humanity.
The cartoons were a little more pure. Life was a little simpler. Maybe that's why I have such a great place in my heart for these Silly Symphonies.
Tune in tomorrow when we sing the Canadian national anthem in french.
Impressive. Most impressive. Obi-wan has taught you well. You have controlled your fear. Now, release your anger! Only your hatred can destroy me!
- Darth Vader, The Empire Strikes Back
Some people have the ability to ignore disagreements. Others seem prone to sulk and complain later on. For myself, I tend to dwell in my anger and resentment. This is a rather large struggle for me. Being the type of person that I am, I find that I absolutely detest certain attitudes. I am disgusted by certain ideas. I hate certain actions. Much like Luke in Star Wars, I have the possibility within me to travel to the dark side. (Yes, I'm still a Star Wars fan, in spite of the bland directing of Lucas)
Yet, is anger truly a bad emotion? We have read in the bible that God's anger has poured down on many occasions. God's righteous anger is not questionable, and I will not be hung up on that topic. For us poor mortal folk, is anger justified in any situation?
I will begin by trying to define anger. We can become obsessed with defining many terms (lust, greed, etc.), but truly in our heart we can identify these characteristics about ourselves. This is a definition that Chuck Swindoll came up with:
Anger is an emotional reaction of hostility that brings personal displeasure, either to ourselves or to someone else.
I think this is a rather accurate description of anger. Again, there will be people who will point out that there may be different levels of anger. And again, I thank Swindoll for researching the following steps of anger.
mild irritation - an innocent experience of being upset, a mild feeling of discomfort brought about by someone or something.
indignation - a feeling that something must be answered; there must be an avenging of that which is wrong. Irritation leads to indignation.
These two versions of anger can go unexpressed, yet the following is always expressed to bitter ends.
wrath - if indignation is fed, it will lead to this strong desire to avenge.
fury - if wrath continues, then it becomes fury... it suggests violence, even a loss of control.
It's always good to go back to the Word. In Ephesians 4:26-27, Paul tells us about anger.
Be angry, and yet do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not give the devil an opportunity.
It seems that God would like us to be angry, funny isn't it? I'm certain that anger is an emotion given by God. It's very unsettling when I see someone who's always happy, who never gets angry. Truly, there is something wrong with this person, something to hide... We were given these emotions and He says to express them. Now, the real challenge with most of us is to justify our anger. At least now we can see that anger is warranted in certain situations. Another thing of note is that anger must be monitored properly. In vs. 26 Paul tells us that we should not "let the sun go down on our anger", because we "do not [want] to give the devil an opportunity". I can confirm the great power that Satan can hold over someone who is overwhelmed by anger. It is one of the hardest emotions to hardness and it can affect your relationships... to dire consequences.
Anger is justified when God's Word and God's Will are knowingly disobeyed by God's people. I think God has instilled in us a sense of righteous anger. When our brothers and/or sisters knowingly disobey Him, they are without excuse. We naturally feel anger because of this blatant defilement of His commands.
Anger is also justified when God's enemies assume positions of jurisdiction outside their rights. The Lord has given us certain rights... and when they are taken away, anger is justified (look at Isaiah 5:20-25).
I think we all understand the depths of unjustified anger... anger that comes from the wrong motives, when things don't go our way, when we react too quickly without investigating the facts. For those like me who may get angry too quickly, I offer this verse:
The end of a matter is better than its beginning; patience of spirit is better than haughtiness of spirit. Do not be eager in your heart to be angry, for anger resides in the bosom of fools.
Ecclesiastes 7:8-9
It is possible to have the right reasons to anger, yet we must balance this emotion... especially when that anger is prompted by people. I see only one practical way to control this emotion: we must remain honest and nonjudgmental of each other.
Therefore, laying aside falsehood, speak truth, each one of you, with his neighbour, for we are members of one another.
Ephesians 4:25
btw, the new gbk is set up now. Getstring is nonfuctional. =P
Tune in tomorrow when Spider-Man takes over the blogging.
I'm down, I've got the 411, and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy. I don't care how dope his ride is. My mam didn't raise no foo'!
- Walter Stratford, 10 Things I Hate About You
Sigh... another teen movie. Although I don't really like this genre per se, it is still one of the more amusing type of movie used to kill time in between classes. Okay, movie fact of the day: Did you know that 10 Things was loosely based on Taming of the Shrew? Maybe that's why this movie was better than most other teen movies... certainly better than any Freddie Prinze Jr. movie. =)
I really liked the portrayal of the father in 10 Things. I know that if I were married and I have a daughter... one of my greatest joys will be to freak out the boyfriend. To see the sweat pouring down his face, in combination with a sligh stutter in his casual conversation... man, I will have the time of my life! Certainly my daughter will hate me for the rest of the week, but to envoke such a panicky response from the boyfriend will bring a smile to my face... one that will last for a lifetime.
When I shared this vision to the girls at my church, they immediately gave their condolences (to my future baby girl) and began attacking me for being so cruel. I don't think they truly understand the method to my madness. You see, while I'm enjoying myself in frightening the poor lad, I hope to see if his character will stand up to the battering.
Yes, I believe that the parents should have input into their child's relationship... even if that child is officially an adult, I would dare say that their input is even more valuable. Too many time have I dismissed my parents as troublesome, and meddling. Yet I thank God that they care enough to exhibit these qualities. I know I'll certainly be like that when I grow up. I'm sure I'll even butt in the lives of my friends' children. I would love to go to my buddy's house, bring the kids, and talk until late in the night. The kids will be in the family room playing Play Station, and we'll relive the old times when we were but children playing with the Nintendo system.
There are days like these when you just have no sense of time. Whether you want to be nostalgic, or your time is spent dreaming about the future.
We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.
- Gladys Taber
I hope that as I grow older, I can find the time to care for people. That I won't let my anger, my pride, and my sins get in the way of my relationships.
Tune in tomorrow when I splurge on another DVD.
I'll change; I'll change. I've learned that I have the strength to change.
- Michael Corleone, The Godfather: Part II
It has been just over two weeks since I've made the commitment of purity at Campus Challenge. Truly, this is one of the hardest times for me to actively stay away from the sins of the flesh that may tempt me to sexual impurity. Although I have not gone as far as to seek instant gratification of the eyes, my thoughts have been dominated by images and false ideas throughout the week.
Last friday at fellowship, we had a time of prayer after our bible study. During that time of prayer, lustful images kept creeping into my head and would not let go. I found myself clenching my body... my eyes were wide open in order that I might focus on something else... anything else. Again, last night, I woke up in cold sweats. My goodness, I rarely remember my dreams anymore, and yet last night my nightmares were so alive with hate and malice that I forcibly woke up.
I guess this is the struggle that has been happening throughout my life. Now that I'm beginning to face the issue head on, this battle of virtue is even more excruciating. It's interesting to note that Jeremiah alluded to the very difficulty of change:
- Jeremiah 13:23
In looking at this passage, I can attest to being accustomed to doing evil. Evil has been a habit long practiced since our youths. No wonder it is such a struggle for so many men to let go of our "second nature". It must hurt our Lord so much that we may consciously or uncousciously sin... yet that we may do so in pleasure? Again, I can think of quite a few "little" sins that I may do with a feeling of delight. These sins have been pampered and indulged for too long.
I believe that change is possible. I believe that it's necessary, that it's a struggle, that our lives will be better because of it. As Jeremiah has stated, we are accounstomed to doing evil. The implied truth is that we are under bondage from habitual sins. In time, we can change our habits. With the active work of the Holy Spirit, the gift of the Bible, and the accountability of my friends, I believe that I can one day throw down the chains that have held me in sin. I wish to do good, and I will change my evil ways because of my desire for righteousness.
Tune in tomorrow when I become a total library scrub.
Everybody's alone. It's just easier to take in a relationship.
- Richard Fish, Ally McBeal
First off, welcome Missy T. Ko for joining the blogging ranks. May your journey in the blogs be prosperous and successful.
This past weekend, a few high school friends came up from Toronto to visit a few of us small-town folk here in Waterloo. It was really great just catching up on each other's lives and doing the old high school stuff all over again... watching a movie (Fly me to Polaris, or direct translation: Star Wish). So the boys (Howard and Glen) slept over at my house, and it was the first time I slept so late in a very long time (7 am). Needless to say, I had a great time altogether.
It's amazing that no matter how far we are apart, or how long we have truly talked, it was so easy laughing and sharing together again. How fondly do those old high school memories come drifting back into the forefront of my thoughts. A time where skipping class was a social necessity. You could go to Tim Horton's everyday til 3 am and you never worried about things such as rent, tuition, and laundry money. Yet, certainly the best part of high school was the relationships that you developed.
Saturday night was our night of dinner and sharing at Jeff's house. Girls bring dessert, guys bring the main course =P. In any case, I thank the girls for bringing such wonderful treats... and for prepping the guys in our endeavours to become better men. Throughout our conversations during dinner and sharing, I was reminded yet again about the essential nature of relationships. Everyone spoke about their concerns, their worries, their obligations, and their goals. Yet time and time again, our problems always derived from a sense of separation.
I think I'm only now just beginning to understand true fellowship. In the brief moment of sharing last night.. and at Campus Challenge, I witnessed this great thing that the Lord has given us. Along with habitual accountability and honest sharing, any relationship shall truly thrive under any conditions.
It is my hope and my prayer that I can demonstrate great love in all my relationship: with my family, friends, and others.
Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.
- Romans 12:10
Tune in tomorrow when I wish upon a star.
We will work hard, and we will be content.
- Jane Eyre, Jane Eyre
I remember over the weekend, our small group members were asked to share about our goals, dreams, and aspirations. My answer was that I wished to be content. I wasn't sure what my personal definition of contentment meant over the weekend... even now I'm still not too sure. I just hope that someday I may be able to do something that I enjoy as vocation, to have a loving group of family and friends, and to serve God in some way.
As a university student, my thoughts often dwell on my future career path. I admire those people who have set goals and a defined path towards a profession. I think these people are blessed with such knowledge. I on the other hand, continue to struggle with the sheer notion of entering the real world.
In the winter, I was working at AGF Trust Company doing consumer loans administration. The business lifestyle is definitely one that I would enjoy, however, I'm not too sure if my motives are correct. Certainly if I am to pursue this avenue of life, I would desire a job of worth. One that requires more education through professional exams, and therefore, the salary would be increased. I'm afraid that if this wa the path that I take, it will be because of the desire for money.
Or is my calling to a liberal-arts type of job? I definitely enjoy reading, philosophi-zing, appreciation of music, architecture, and art. I have found a special place in my heart for the art of film and it's developmental processes. Maybe I should be a film critic? hmmm...
Going into seminary was always a consideration. Whether for an actual degree... or merely for continued education, I do want to take a few courses.
Perhaps my path lies elsewhere even? What if God in his overwhelming wisdom, calls me to a life that I do not want? What if I am called to a place where I am mocked, threatened with disease, pain, even death?
There are honestly too many questions, prejudices, and beliefs that deal with these issues. I mean I know I believe in the sovereign will of God (that he wants us all to be saved), yet can I believe in a specific calling for me? I can justify that no matter which road I take, I can serve Him. Can I honestly believe that one path is correct while another one is wrong? Am I thinking too much and should I just go with the one that rightly suits my education?
I must admit, that my mind has been occupied by too many worldly things. My DVD collection, going out to b-tea, even CCF has become more of a distraction away from God. I know our generation/society has become rather secularized, yet, I feel especially insensitive to the spirit. I'm uncertain as to when a prompting in my life is a matter emotional stress... or is it actually the Holy Spirit guiding me?
In the end, I'm still left with a bunch of questions. Hopefully I can develop an actual sense of my proper direction in life.
Aside from the fairly long rant, it all goes back to my original hope for contentment.
Jesus said: "... be content with your wages." (Luke 3:14b)
Paul: "I am well content with weaknesses... if we have food and covering... be content!" (2 Corinthians 12:10; 1 Timothy 6:8)
another apostle: "...let your life be free... being content with what you have" (Hebrews 13:5)
These verses serve as assurance that I'm not going crazy muddling with my own thoughts. It is good to think too much. heh.
I pray that I may become more sensitive to God's work in my life. With Him guiding me, I will learn to be content with what he has given me. I hope that one day I can become the man that He wants me to be.
Tune in tomorrow when love lifts us up where we belong.
I admit I had a great struggle with my conscience. Fortunately, I won.
- Garron, Doctor Who
It has been nearly three whole days after Campus Challenge and yet it's the start of a new beginning. Our little circle of men seeking purity has begun to take shape. With all things considered, we may still end up fighting an uphill battle. I spoke to a brother yesterday and we both felt temptation smacking us head on as soon as we settled down. This is definitely one of the hardest struggles that we must overcome.
Yet there is hope. The following is a familiar story, but it still offers comfort to me in these times of anxiety. I pray that it can be a blessing upon you as well.
Footprints
One night I had a dream. I dreamed I was walking along the beach with God and across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belonged to me and the other to God.
When the last scene of my life flashed before us I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that many times along the path of my life there was only one set of footprints. I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me and I questioned God about it. "God, you said that once I decided to open my heart to you, you would walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there was only one set of footprints. I don't understand why, in times when I needed you most, you should leave me."
Then God replied, "My precious, precious child. I love you and I would never, ever leave you during your times of trial and suffering. When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you!"
There are three things that will endure--faith, hope, and love--and the greatest of these is love.
- 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NLT)
Tune in tomorrow when I will be Saving Forever For You (name the song?). heh.
The measure of a man’s real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out.
- T.B. Macaulay
It's the second night back from Campus Challenge and only now do I begin to blog. CC was a great experience for me on many levels. First, I was able to construct the most elaborate sound set up from scratch. Second, I was able to meet a lot of nice people from other campuses and fellowships (finally met Cecilia! heh.). Lastly, the sharing on Sunday night was absolutely wonderful.
In reviewing the blogs of my brothers, I can see that God has really touched our lives that night. It's sad to say, yet we found commonality in our sins. We have all struggled with sexuality and it's a continued burden that we must fight against. This plague hits men especially hard, as I had witnessed my brothers in confession. I too am wrestling with fleshly desires. We are men in desperate need of intimacy and yet we find it through this false connection of our bodies. "When soul and mind are closed off, sexual intimacy may be the only thing that appeals to men." I pray that we can overcome this private sin... through prayer and accountability.
It's my understanding that a network of some kind will be implemented in order that us brothers can help each other with this issue. Truly, if we remain accountable to each other and to God, we can overcome this battle.
I pray that we can all be like Job. That we can make this claim before each other and before God:
Our greatest battles are that with our own minds.
- Jameson Frank
I just came back from a dinner at the Seagram house. Thanks again to Lue and Patty for their serving attitude through their food ministry. Heh. I will be serving at Campus Challenge over the long weekend. Please pray that our weekend will be a blessing on the people that attend.
Since I will be blog deprived for the whole weekend, I will include this story entitled Midnight Games. It is found in the book When Men Think Private Thoughts by Gordon MacDonald. Hopefully in reading the story, people can begin to understand the inner workings of a man: "In times of quiet contemplation, as they consider what they are not, what they think they ought to be, and what they ultimately want to be."
Last evening at the midnight hour, two men, in different places,
Unknown to each other, sat pondering the same subject:
The significance of fifty-five years of life.
There are those moments when a certain mood
Causes a man's mind to open and scan the resume of personal existence,
Engaging in a ruthless game best called What's-the-Point
For losers, this midnight game can be harsh, perhaps dispiriting, or even destructive.
For winners, it can be satisfying, fortifying, vindicating to the soul.
For both men, the time to play this midnight game had come.
A strange reverie, you see, had captured the hour.
And this contest in private thinking, which sooner or later, almost every man plays, began for them.
See one player at a desk in a high-ceilinged, paneled den.
Mozart plays softly in surround-sound, but no one listens.
The Late Night Show glares out in the dimness, muted, but no one watches.
A whiskey glass frequently "freshened" gains increasing attention.
In another location of great contrast, a second player rest his elbows on a scratched kitchen table.
Decaf, grown cold, half fills a mug.
Here, in this simple place, there is silence except, that is, for the deep breathing of sleeping children in the next room and a wife humming a familiar tune as she brushes her hair and prepares for bed.
From somewhere deep within the two players, a voice, call it the Keeper-of-the-Score, cries out,
"Add everything up! Compute the value of these years!
Be frank; hold nothing back, you two men who live on different sides of the tracks, who are separated by square footage, horsepower, clout, and portfolios."
And so the first of the two reaches for his oft-used glass and begins his private thinking.
"I can play this game," he says, "and I can win... big."
There's my house, he notes for openers: three garages, pool, great room, and closets large enough to be squash courts.
This spread has been featured in Architectural Digest.
The Republicans come here for fund-raisers.
And the folks in town call it an estate. It's mine, and in case you're curious, it's paid for.
And when the market gets just right, I'm going to sell this sucker and triple my investment.
I own a business, no partners, no public stock. Nope. All mine!
Oh, and so are the four hundred-plus people on the payroll.
Now, I say they're all mine because I tell them when to come to work, when to take a break, I say how much they'll earn (I broke the union) and whether or not they'll even have a job next week (we call it downsizing).
To my face, those people call me "Mister"; some even call me "Sir." Lots of respect in that arrangement. (No one crosses me.)
There's my wife, and for the purposes of this game, I might as well speak of her in business terms.
The woman's mine; I've Bought her everything. I've capped her teeth, paid for weight spas
I've imported Paris's finest, gotten her into the best clubs. New York's best doctors have resculpted virtually every part of her body. Yep! She's mine. She owes me everything. She can't leave; she can't change... without my authorization.
The kids are mine, too, when you add up the costs. I've paid the orthodontist, Harvard, and the Lexus dealer. I've set them in motion with trust funds, abortions, European vacations, and front-page weddings.
Let's be blunt: in pure economic terms, they're mine! They do what I say, come when I call, face a future I've designed.
Oh, and while you're tallying up the score, remember to record my investments, my directorships, and my recent invitation to a state dinner in the White House. That's all mine, too.
And don't forget my reputation: Mentioned last month in Fortune, noted as a patron in the symphony's annual report, and admired for my low golfing handicap. Right! All mine! Earned! Deserved! Secure!
"What's the point?" demands the Keeper-of-the-Score.
"Yes," this first player answers.
"I was just asking that myself."
If, for example, everything and every person in my world is mine, Why am I so drained of spirit as I play this midnight game? Why do I have this feeling that everything belongs to me... but my soul? And why do I sit here, glass in hand, wondering: Why my wife is not here tonight, why my children chose colleges and jobs a thousand miles away. If my company will survive paradigm shifts, if my reputation is adequately protected, if there is anyone who likes me? Why do I brood on these things, bothered by a nagging void within, when so much is mine?
Time! Switch playing fields, for it is a second player's turn at the midnight game.
Leave that pretentious scene, cross the tracks to a block of homes as plain and indistinguishable as white bread. Don't disturb, but quietly watch. A second player takes his turn at play in the midnight game. From a beaten-up thermos he refills his mug to the half. Private thoughts begin.
Gee, this house is getting old, he sighs, looking around.
Will the furnace last the winter? he wonders. I've got to paint that ceiling, he promises. Crabgrass is getting out of control, he complains. If we don't refinance the mortgage, he reasons, it will be ours in six years and seven months. But, you know, in a way this place really does own me; it welcomes me each evening as I walk from the bus. Every room contains memories of Christmases and birthdays, crises and conflicts, giggles and prayers.
Crazy, but I do belong to this place; I'm rooted here. I wouldn't take a million for it.
My job... just a job... will never make me a millionaire, but I might as well admit after these thirty years, the job kind of possesses me. I must have known a thousand people because I've served them . All over town folks use things I've made or fixed, everyone knows that my word is my bond: Call me, I say, and I'll be there on time. Deal with me, I promise, and I'll give you a fair price. Bill me, I assure them, and I'll pay in fifteen days. Trust me, I say all the time, and I'll never let you down. I like what I'm doing and the way I'm doing it.
My wife, he thinks as he uses a fork to clean his nails, she wasn't a cheerleader when I met her, she didn't go to Vassar, and please don't tell her I said this, she's probably not going to win someone's beauty contest.
But hey, I might as well say the honest truth, I belong to her. She's full of affection for me. She's wise; she's sensitive; she's caring. And she's tough, and she's smart; nothing gets by her, believe me! She doesn't ask for much; she gives everything. I'd give her anything she asked for, beginning with myself included, nothing, nothing, nothing held back.
Then there's my kids, average students, reasonable competitors, great potential, though. Everyone says that to me.
Shoot! When you get right down to it, I may be their father, but I belong to those guys. I like giving them every second of time there is. I love being spectator to their fun and games. I glow as I watch their hearts enlarge with insight and character. The birth certificates in our strong box upstairs say they are mine, but my heart says that I am theirs.
Assets? You kiddin'? Look! I own nothing Wall Street snorts about. What we've got wouldn't make for a good yard sale. The only holdings of value are my friends, my memories, and my faith in God. I'm just glad to be alive, especially after that prostate scare (but the doc said it was benign: to come back in a year).
So when they bury me, and that looks like a while yet, my estate will be little more than an insurance policy and a way of life passed on to my sons and daughters.
Reputation; connections? I don't care what Moscow or Washington thinks. Now' by the way, there are a few buddies and their wives, and I'd jump to their side (and they to mine) should the occasion of need arise. With them I laugh; I cry, I give; I get, I play; I help. I belong to those folks. If I've got something they need, it's theirs. I tell you: I may be broke here (he pats his wallet); But I'm loaded here (he touches his heart).
Time! It's past midnight. Game is over! Count up the scores. Who is the winner? Are you as confused as I as we watch two men extinguish the lights and head for bed?
Look! One reaches for the hand of his wife as they start up the stairs. The other has nothing to hold on to. One grins at something said by his wife, pats her on the rear, and you have this suspicion that the night is not yet concluded. The other hears only silence as he arms the security system, takes a sleeping pill, and lurches toward an empty bed.
It was a strange experience, this midnight game. We thought such games were won by power and accumulation, by beauty and skill, by being connected.
But maybe we were wrong and didn't understand that midnight games are won most often by players whose records include:
generosity, care,
simplicity, love,
a full heart.
Looks like my guestbook/symposium is down... hopefully it'll be back up soon. I look forward to any type of conversations after Campus Challenge.
Tune in after the weekend when I find pleasure in listening to Barry Manilow.
Believing something doesn't make it true; refusing to believe it doesn't make it false.
- Paul E. Little, Know Why You Believe
I had a brief chat with an old friend about my blog. He seemed surprised that I had even begun writing such a thing. I know other close friends have reacted in a similar fashion and I find it rather interesting. To be honest, I started writing a blog because I found it interesting reading the thoughts of my friends. So I jumped on the bandwagon and I have no regrets because I am able to share my own private thoughts about issues that I hold close to my heart. The weird thing is... although my post's imply a christian faith, I have not directly written the reasons for my belief. So the following is my own ineloquent way of showing evidence that Christianity is based on reason.
Christianity is centered around Jesus Christ. The whole belief structure will rise or fall around this person. I hold this to be true and I will even dare to say that I see evidence of his works, his life, his legacy. If we were to test Christianity objectively, we can find evidence of Jesus in historical accounts. Written documents that were made before absurd legends were able to evolve around Him. Moral/social standards are still kept because of his radical movement in the past. The miracles seen when a baby is born, when someone saves another person's life, when a person can find the will to live again.
I just finished reading The Case For Christ by Lee Strobel. It's an account of his life story that traces his journey to disprove the christian faith. Being a former legal editor of the Chicago Tribune, as well as a prize-winning journalist, Strobel challenges dozens of experts with questions like Does evidence exist for Jesus outside the Bible? Is there any reason to believe the resurrection was an actual event? I urge anyone to go beyond their own preconceptions and check out this book.
Being a christian, I am commanded to "Love the Lord with all my heart (with emotion)... and with all my mind (with rational thought)" (Matthew 22:37). I have seen evidence that Christianity has risen from the land of Israel, and had spread throughout the old world of the Roman empire. It exists today... found in the bible and the hearts of people throughout the world. There is honestly just too much to talk about, so I can only conclude by stating my conclusions about the christian faith (like I said before... definitely a poor way of explaining my faith - however, I do welcome any sort of healthy talk about these subjects).
I'm your best friend. What's more important than that, huh?
- Billy, Big
Yes... Leafs win in 7! heh. These most certainly are interesting times.
Well, the topic of attitude and relationships once again creeps into my conversations. I wonder if I'm becoming a relationship addict-junkie? Not too sure if there's even such a notion filed under psychological precepts.
In any case, I've come to realize that I definitely must try to live by my ideals. With that being said, I must confess that I have felt rather bitter towards people in general. I hope that my relationships have not become strained... however, I'm sure in many ways it has. It is my prayer that I can be forgiven by you, my friends.
Whether we part as friends, or merely casual acquaintances... I can say that I will continue to love you as a brother, and I am certain that God has great plans for you.
I asked God to bless you
As I prayed for you today
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way....
His love is always with you
His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our cares
You know He will see us through
So when the road you're travelling on
Seems difficult at best
Just remember I'm here praying
And God will do the rest.
Tune in tomorrow for more episodes of Who's Line Is It Anyways.
I always thought it'd be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
- Tom Ripley, The Talented Mr. Ripley
Finally back in Waterloo. My time away from blogging has allowed me to clarify some truths that I hold for myself. I always thought that I could easily develop good habits... or even refrain from continually maintaining my bad ones. I know now that if I slip in my routine (ie. blogging, homework, devos), it becomes a monumental struggle to regain my dedication to these things.
Now coming back from Toronto, I remember many interesting conversations that took place over the weekend. Among them was this funny little tidbit "guys don't have crazy ideas... it's girls that give guys crazy ideas." Hahaha. All funny remarks aside, a semi-serious conversation developed during the course of the weekend.
As we look at society in this day and age... and we choose to focus on the christian world... centering our attention to our own little christian community... we find the issue of appearance to be of great importance. One can argue that this mindset is even more established within the christian circle. If we who are of this world, still choose to embrace the worldly things instead of the things of heaven, how can we claim to be better? With knowledge comes understanding (hopefully), so we as christians have no excuse to be like the world. With that being said, this idea of fakeness is clearly implied through our clothing, our gear, our way of life.
Sad to say, but many christians would prefer to live a more priviledged life... if for anything, to keep up appearances. Especially coming from a chinese background, one can appreciate the value for money, face, family honor. I myself am continually struggling with these ideas. Our possessiveness about physical and material value are often concealed by a curtain of good intentions. Besides the apparent dangers of living this life of facade, there are many other things that hit close to homeas well.
I remember a friend who asked my why I always put smiley faces at the end of my icq msgs... when I am clearly not feeling rather cheerful while typing out the messages. To be honest, I only do it out of habit... yet this question got me thinking. I am demonstrating a certain level of fakeness, due to a pretense of emotion. If someone can be slightly annoyed by my lack of truthfulness over a harmful little icq habit, I wonder how many other people feel almost infuriated when you put up a total charade of character. I know for me, it's hard to develop a friendship with someone who has a dualistic emotional personality. I know people go through a range of emotions, yet the ones that display a certain type of emotional character... and then become something completely different when things become different... it's completely frustrating.
The world has always taught me to be strong, tough, unemotional. Yet the bible clearly cries out for us to be vulnerable and transparent with one another. I not only want physical, emotional, intellectual truth from my brothers and sisters, I seek spiritual authenticity! Oh how far am I from such an ideal? In moments like these, I look to Paul for advice:
"You are witnesses, and so is God, of how holy, righteous and blameless we were among you who believed.
- 1 Thessalonians 2:10
Man, if only I could say that in truth! There is definitely much to work on. Lord I will do all I can, do be a better man. Just a little glimpse as to why I remain single. heh. =)
Tune in tomorrow when I spew about chinese-made sushi.
Back in Waterloo I went back home on the weekend. Must say, I had a blast (Jcool's house, b-tea, LEAFS in SEVEN!). Unfortunately, my brother locked his computer, so I didn't have a chance to blog. Now... must sleep... =P Until tomorrow!
I'll never let go. I'll never let go, Jack.
- Rose, Titanic
Yes, yes, I can admit that I enjoyed watching Titanic. Certainly the romance was rather strained, but I just love Cameron (the director). He felt so compelled in finishing the film that he actually took a pay cut in order to have more funding for the movie. Besides the realistic use of CGI, wonderful sets/costumes, and a pretty good story.... there's bound to be certain cheesiness (like the quote mentioned above).
Regardless of the level of acting, I think that last line that Rose speaks to Jack suggests a truth in many relationships. We as human beings, have a tendency to never let go. Much like how Rose will never let go of Jack (ironically, she physically lets go in the movie, but that's besides the point).
Looking back at my own life, I find that letting go of habits/beliefs/relationships is one of the hardest things to do. I remember back in high school, I felt such a righteous attitude in maintaining my friendships. This mindset became very prominent during OAC since most of us will be going to separate universities in the following years. I felt a strong longing to keep the same group of friends, to keep the same sense of closeness and familiarity.
This urge to keep a tight lid on my circle of friends became almost suffocating. As I recall, one friend tried bringing her date to the formal... which didn't turn out too well. How dare she bring an unknown person into our group on our graduation day? I still remember everyone giving "the date" a cold shoulder... even at the after-party. I truly believe that my friends and I acted this way because we couldn't cope with the future... with letting go. Even letting a friend have the freedom to choose her date was clearly wrong.
Truly, to hold loosely to our relationships is a sign of maturity. It may seem counter-intuitive... even anti-christian, yet I believe it is truly a god-given ideal. Look at Abraham. He was called by God to let go of his son... to sacrifice his one and only son (Gen 22:2). This was a great test for Abraham. Abraham with his almost-adult son Isaac. This relationship was in danger of being strained because Abraham might not have released his son. God comes in at this moment and demands that Abraham releases his son. He had to surrender his greatest treasure to the Lord. And that is the path that we should take.
We're often afraid to give up our most cherished things. We have this attitude because we're afraid of losing these things. Our friends. Our future. Our dreams. Our love. Yet, we must give up all these things to the Lord. Of course it'll hurt more than anything. The greater the possessiveness, the greater the pain. But we can find comfort in the fact that God finds these things more precious than even we can imagine.He will protect all our hopes and dreams... our friends and our family.
What does God want me to do?
"To hold all things loosely. That He might reign within without a rival. With no threats to His throne. And with just enough splinters in my pride to keep my hands empty and my heart warm."
Tune in tomorrow, same blog time, same blog channel.
Daniel-san, never put passion before principle. Even if win, you lose.
- Mr. Miyagi, Karate Kid Part II
I think that the most respected men found in our social circles are men of principle. The guys with the gusto, the ones who hold great ideals. We find this attitude in the men at fellowship, at church, at school, at play. A woman just might like to spend the rest of her life with such a man of character.
The famous writer Leo Tolstoy said, "The vocation of every man and woman is to serve other people." He was certainly a noble man. This statement alone suggests great integrity and profound beliefs. I can imagine that women everywhere would love for us male-things to get off our butts and lead with such a righteous attitude. Here's the catch, before you ever judge a man by his words, listen to his wife (or girlfriend, family, friends) to gain perspective. The following is Mrs. Tolstoy's memoirs about Leo:
There was so little genuine warmth about him; his kindness does not come from the heart, but merely from his principles. His biographers will tell of how he helped the laborers carry buckets of water, but no one will ever know that he never gave his wife a rest and never - in all these thirty-two years - gave his child a drink of water or spent five minutes by his bedside to give me a chance to rest a little from all my labours.
I think one of the many habits that us males have developed is to fall on logic and rationality. In doing so, we become men of principle, of vision, of faith. We like to impose our wisdom on others, and it's reflected in our theology. We become "men of faith", yet what is faith without deeds? What are principles without action?
What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him?
- James 2:14
Our actions should demonstrate our principles. Our faith should be shown by our deeds. I pray that us men, especially, can learn this lesson.
Tune in tomorrow when I crumble beneath the pure delights of algebra.
You know, I had a great aunt once who said if you stare at a beautiful woman too long, you turn to stone. She was partially right.
- Richard Fish, Ally McBeal
Recently, I was engaged in a discussion about the mental trappings that men have for women. I was saying that I think society has placed so much emphasis on beauty. The following short story has been passed around in e-mails and such, but I still feel that it is an awesome portrayal of true beauty. Definitely something to think about in having a relationship, in cultivating academic groups, in developing friendships.
The Rose
Author unknown
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:
A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant
John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.
"Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are..."
Tune in tomorrow when I talk about snips and snails and puppy dog tails.
We've got a message to the Nation,. Now's the Time for Reconciliation.
- TCBC Reconciliation Chant
Another day, and another revelation has hit close to the heart. This time, the juices started pumping into the ol' brain at church. The guest speaker at Kitchener Waterloo Chinese Alliance Church (KWCAC) was Helen Lee. She's a missionary from Ecuador and she came by to speak for Missions Sunday. Her, message, of course, is on reconciliation.
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. Now all these things are from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation, namely, that God was in Christ reconciling the world to Himself, not counting their trespasses against them, and He has committed to us the word of reconciliation. Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were making an appeal through us; we beg you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God.
2 Corinthians 5:17-20
Her message was based on the verse found in 2 Corinthians. She said that we were strangers to God, yet when we accepted Christ, we became reconciled in Him. As christians, we should follow this example and reconcile the people to God.
In my previous post, I alluded to my bitter attitude towards certain issues and certain people. The sermon really served as a slap in the face. It's as if God is asking me "What right do you have to be resentful?". That's the world's biggest understatement. We as humans have sinned against our heavenly Father, and yet, he reconciled us to Himself through Jesus. If He can resolve us, and accept us despite our wickedness, then what right do I have to even bear a grudge against my friend?
Sigh... I suppose the hardest things to swallow are the ones that need to be dealt with more severely. I have been hurt and betrayed by my friends, and surely I have done the same things to many people, Interestingly enough, I consistantly only remember the faults of the other person, instead of the good things that he/she may have done for me in the past. The speaker called us to live with an attitude of reconciliation. How am I expected to live such a goody-goody life when I cannot even find reconciliation with my family... my friends. Regardless, I'm called to be reconciled with those that I hate, and those that hate me. Whoever said being a christian was easy? I have to shake off my pride and be willing to resolve my bond to my Lord, my family, my home, my world.
I really liked the example that Helen used for christianity. She said that we as christians are dead men. Not only are we dead to our transgressions and sins, our very sinful nature should have passed away because we have been reconciled in Christ. We shouldn't react in anger or self-pity, we should not possess even an ounce annoyance. Yet, there will be times when we will become alive with sin again. Beat it down! Become dead to your sinful ways.
What a wonderfully hilarious example... still, it's rather insightful. I pray that I can live an attitude of reconciliation. That I can live by example... and the first thing that I need to seek reconciliation with is my school work! =)
Tune in tomorrow for the low-down on smooth talkin' wannabe ballerz.
That's what a leader's about: sacrifice. The time he's gotta sacrifice because he's gotta lead, by example. Not by fear and not by self-pity.
- Tony D'Amato, Any Given Sunday
This afternoon, I saw Spiderman for a second time. In viewing the film for the second time, I was able to dwell on certain dialogues and scenes that passed me by on my first time. Certain interplays between the main character and his loved ones was especially interesting. When Peter Parker fully developed his powers, he purposedly kept his friends/family at a distance in order to protect them. He became a leader of the people, and because of that, he developed many enemies... enemies that would be willing to strike at this leader's most beloved in order to hurt him.
As a group of us left the movie and headed over to Mel's for dinner, the conversation soon turned towards the leaders of CCF. This is always a most dangerous topic as it involves our ideas, our emotions, and our friends. Now take the many people involved in this friendly chat, and the disagreements of the topic at hand will surely be multiplied exponentially by the number of people in the conversation (it's true... finite math). In talking to many people, I came to realize that I still have many issues with several people. I'm still trying very hard to not become judgemental, however it's a very slow process. In any case, the following is my official stance on leadership in the fellowship.
First of all, I want to stress the importance of going back to scripture for reference. ALWAYS. I know some people feel that this may become a way to bible bash others with your bilical knowledge, or perhaps you might feel that by doing this, you're being too preachy and/or arrogant. Perhaps. However, everything is based on attitude. If our attitude is to honestly seek the truth in God's Word, than everything can be settled in a dignified manner. If we believe that our intuition, feelings, intellect, reasoning, or any human attribute is of greater worth than the scripture, than we truly must question why we are christians.
In the bible, we can see that there are numerous leaders that can lead by example. Look at Paul, David, Esther, Ruth... but mostly, look to Jesus. These are courageous examples of leadership.
First, I believe leaders are people who are faithful. They believe that by God's grace, anything is possible. They believe that God will work in his mysterious ways, and that he will complete a good work in us.
Secondly, a good leader is an initator. They are people who get things done. For example, when Paul heard that Jerusalem was under a famine, he organized an offering from the gentile christians to contribute to the Holy City.
Thirdly, a leader should be passionate. They should carry out their responsibilities with enthusiasm. They are willing to risk everything - their social status, friends, etc. - for the good of their ministry.
Lastly, a quality that is consistenly present in biblical leaders is humility. For example, David was the king of Isreal, yet he often referred to himself as a servant of God. He was the most powerful man and yet he recognized a greater power and he would gladly bow to such greatness.
I believe these are the four main attributes that are needed to be a leader of the fellowship. I understand that there may be leaders that will have to work hard to develop these characteristics, however, with God's help, anything is possible =).
I think I have personally concentrated too much on "rebuking my fellow brother". I have not been nearly supportive as I should be. This isn't to say that I won't voice my opinion if I see that something is wrong. However, I invite everyone to come and speak to me, thus, we can learn from each other. My prayer is that we can devote ourselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer (Acts 2:42).
Tune in tomorrow, when I explain the utter joy of using a stainless steel ruler.
Just a little quickie Well it's friday night after CCF and I'm in the Westcourt house on Alexis' PC writing this post. The first CCF program was a BBQ outside between MC and SLC (too many acronyms). It looks like a very different term this year. The entire group consists mainly of the 2nd years and the froshies. Certainly, the group dynamics have changed since the grads of old have moved on, and the new leaders of the fellowship are treading in very unfamiliar territory as they take us towards new goals and dreams. All that aside, I hope that this term can be the time where our fellowship can grow stronger together. There are still many issues that need to be ironed out, however, with prayer and petition, I'm sure that CCF can do great things. On a totally side note, I want to thank Pastor Tim for taking me (Waiki, Lue, and Tim) to go see Spiderman... hahaha. I've always loved reading that comic, and I thought the movie was a good adaptation of the character. For those of you who are expecting an action-packed, in-your-face type of movie, be forewarned; there is a lot of plot development and not nearly enough fighting to satisfy the action junkie. Yet, it is a decent comic-turned-movie movie. At Westcourt, it seemed that a new life is being developed here in Waterloo. Stepping into their living room... wow... they actually vacuumed the place. AND they repositioned the furniture. OH MY GOSH, the basement is CLEAN! haha. I admire the tenacity of the new Westcourt tenants in keeping a clean house. Let's see how long things will stay that way. We just finished watching Rush Hour 2. As I looked around the room after an hour and a half of Jacky Chan and Chris Tucker, I realized that the friday night crew has changed. Being predominantly my year, our so called clique has evolved into a different group. Things should prove most interesting as the term progresses. Well, first week is over and I have sixteen more weeks to look forward to. Following the yellow brick road.
"If she calls, just be gentle, you know? Like you're really happy to hear from her. Like you miss her. Women love that $#!t."
Max, Thelma & Louise
The author Joyce Landorf has only three words to describe the perfect man: "Tough and tender". She invites all men for a balanced blend of integrity, leadership, stability as well as understanding, tact, and compassion. Essentially, us men are asked to have gentleness. For some peculiar reason, society expects us to be everything BUT gentle.
Look at our media's portrayal of a man's man. He's a tall man that can bench five times his weight. He drives a sweet sports car. Having a washboard stomach and killer arms, he shaves with a confident smile while flexing his solid muscles. A great business man is he, as he is congratulated by his colleagues for yet another successful takeover. He's dressed perfectly and can be seen everyday with beautiful women. This is one tough man. He is the standard, the hero, the masculine model.
Please don't misunderstand my intentions. I do believe that a man has to be "tough". I'm sure that women would love for the man to defend them. To have courage, and be successful in order to protect their loved ones. In all fairness, a man should have a balance of toughness and gentless. For if a man sways too much to the gentle side, there are severe consequences.
In trying to downplay the prominant feminist development in society (even in the church), many men have turned to the super-gentle approach. They are every girl's best friend. They feel more comfortable sharing with the girls about feminine hygiene products than to talk with the guys about the affairs of the fellowship. Please understand that a man ought to be a man! Few things in life are as repelling as a man who carries himself as a woman. As a man, we should be secure in our dependence on our brothers. We should find comfort in our masculinity.
We have to find the right kind of toughness (strength of character) and the right kind of tenderness (gentleness) that shall prove to be the mark of a man.
Gentleness is a most important trait. God even counts it as one of the fruits of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23). The word gentleness translates to the greek form Prautes. In secular writings, it is referred to "people or things that demonstrate a certain soothing quality" (like ointment for a cut). It is also used to describe an ideal atmosphere.. one where no one loses their temper or becomes strongly defensive. Prautes also describes "the controlled conduct of one who had the power to act otherwise." Even Plato recognized the power of Prautes as he used the word in the sense of politeness, courtesy, and kindness.
Well, the previous paragraph was heavily borrowed from Chuck Swindoll. Yet I must do so even more now, because he makes 6 excellent points. According to Charles R. Swindoll (in his book Man to Man), gentleness has the following characteristics:
1. It keeps company with agape-love (1 Corinthians 4:21)
2. It is a friend of meekness (2 Corinthians 10:1)
3. It is attached to humility (Ephesians 4:2)
Likewise, gentleness is the proper attitude when faced with three difficult assignments:
1. When faced with the need to exercise discipline in the Body of Christ (Galatians 6:1)
2. When faced with personal opposition (2 Timothy 2:25)
3. When faced with the truth of God's Word - being open and teachable (James 1:21)
I think the first time I really thought about this delicate balance of a man's character was when Matt illustrated the finer points of life =). Godly men are called to have this character of stability. We cannot just be tough, that will make us cold, distant, conniving, unbearable. We should be tough AND tender... considerate, unselfish, attentive, and gentle. Much like Christ.
Tune in tomorrow when I finally finish watching the entire first season of friends in one sitting.
- Always Have, Always Will by Avalon
A university student's life can be measured by the difficulties he or she faces. The failure at school is tough. Physical pain can be horrible. Financial burdens can drive you up the wall and social obligations are downright demanding. I have felt my share of anxiety over these many issues, however, the one burden that can claim the award for Life's biggest pressure is the trouble found at home.
In looking at the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 15:11-32), I immediately thought about the first verse in the song by Avalon. As stated above, Part of me is the prodigal, part of me is the other brother. I believe that this is a most accurate description of myself.
In comparing myself to the prodigal, I can find similarities in our attitudes: defiance, rebelliousness, and boldness. I remember the times when I was younger. Times where I would stretch my curfew in high school. Bitter moments of selfishness in taking the car for the entire weekend. My greatest desire in life was that (as Frank Sinatra would say) "I did it my way". This outlook on life would lead to many arguments with the parents. I definitely had my share of shouting matches. Some, being more fierce than others, would prompt many threats to be uttered from my mouth. Other times, a terrible beating of a pillow would follow the more passionate fights. I thank God that I never had to experience a physical clash with my parents before (However, some of my closer friends would beg to differ... citing that I threw a bat at my dad. To clarify, I was around 5 and it was a small, foam bat).
These types of emotions generated by the prodigal son's attitude can usually be quickly dissolved. As intense as the situation can get, forgiveness is soon given. That's why, in many ways, I wish I had more of the prodigal son in me. He was willing to accept punishment and go back to his father and await judgement. It's the other brother that has deeper problems to deal with. Interestingly enough, I think I share a closer connection to the other brother.
A foolish son is a grief to his father, and bitterness to her who bore him.
- Proverbs 17:25
Proverbs clearly show that the prodigal son (being very foolish) is a grief to his parents. We can learn from this son and refrain from such thoughtless behaviours. Yet, what can be said about the other brother? He stayed with his father and worked hard everyday. His fault lies mainly in the silent sins. He was filled with envy, malice and greed at the sight of his brother. How can his father bestow such festivities on the son who clearly disobeyed him in the first place?
The thing with the other brother, is that these sins can easily overwhelm the soul. He will dwell on such evil thoughts...thoughts that are directed at both his brother and his father. This is the attitude that can creep up on a person quite easily. I, myself am inclined to such a terrible attitude. We should always steer clear of such foul understanding.
In the end, it's always great to know that our parents are willing to forgive and forget. It's heartbreaking to hear them speak endless prayers with words like: Where did we go wrong... Is he/she safe... How did it all start... Should we... could we... Will we ever see each other again.
As future family frustrations develop, I hope that we can always slump back to our parents. It will be hurtful. It will be humiliating. Yet, as we whisper our soft-spoken apologies, our hearts are once again filled by the bond of the family.
And God Smiles.
Tune in tomorrow where we speak about the repercussions of sappy chick-flicks.
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