Tuesday, August 01, 2006
char i hope you read this before i write another post. i went back to my old blog the other day. and lo and behold the post at the bottom of that blog. is my dedication to char when somewhere before or after leaving for chiangmai. and when she reads it. she'll find that what i think of her has never changed. i can only add more and say that without her my rides home will be boring. and i could never find a better mei than her. for there's no other girl i know whom i could place absolute trust in. AND. i also realised that she never did write that dedication to me either! better start getting to it.
daryl recently posted a joke about methodists in his blog. it went like this.
Q: How many Methodists does it take to change a light bulb?
A: We choose not to make a statement of either in favour of or against the need for a light bulb however, if in your own journey you have found that a light bulb works for you, that is fine. You are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your personal relationship to your light bulb and present it next month at our annual light bulb Sunday service, in which we will explore a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, three-way, long-lived, and tinted; all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence through Jesus Christ.
i found it ridiculous at first, but when i read through it again. it hit me that in the end the methodists never really did change the light bulb. which again reminds me of what everyone wants, to save, to revive, to reach out, but the world just seems to take us away. even the best of friends, who though want to serve whole-hearted can turn negative after carrying the burdens of school life, duty and work for too long.
* there is a space of time here. for i told my dad this joke, and he shared to me that this was a secular thinking. that the devil works by making us displeased with the congregation. with the church, with the service, with friends. and i realised that that almost most of this happened in the space of june-july. that we've wanted to join ws2, felt that the church was not helping, and complaining against friends even though we never really knew the reason. and it makes me ashamed, that i'm part of that joke, that all i do is talk talk talk talk talk. and nothing else never gets down.
but i'm convinced. that the word FATHER, is somethin we always need to treasure. the Father up there watches over me, strengthening me, guiding me, teaching me, filling me, and sending me. the earthly father watches over me, strengthens me, guides me, teaches me, and continually points me to look at my heavenly father.
dad showed me again, that instead of worrying about others, about the church, speaking up in blogs or words that we're worried that the church is not moving, humility is all it takes. to allow the Spirit to lead us, not to tell the Spirit what to do. The Spirit is an entity, a person, He has his own character, that He wants to share his words, his thoughts with us, that we might be led by Him to be a better person, and to make better people.
that's what i want now, the Spirit to lead me by the hand. and that i'd feel the hand holding mine. that i'd feel Him talkin to me at all times. not just as instruction or impressions, but as friends, brothers and family does.
haha. i just thank the Father for fathers. for both make me who i am.
convicted by Your spirit, led by Your word
2:39 AM
