Saturday, April 29, 2006

Closer

It was only in July last year that I was playing this song. I didn’t let the song breathe or let myself breathe. My Ipod was playing this song every free moment it got. It is not July yet but the song is back. Another low. I am maxing out on these troughs and crests. This time. And this time. This could be closer to a new low. At least, the water is a lot colder. How does one shore up for moments like this? What if it last? What if it claims its life-long existence here because something in you is feeding it, giving it its permanence and you are unaware, like you have not been living for a long while. Maybe I haven’t tried hard enough, but I am unmotivated. So it is. I am leaving it all behind. I will let it sink. It will reach the pit and it will be there, lifeless and no glory.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Being Difficult

I am being difficult lately. I am disturbed by a splint that is stuck in my flesh. It irritates me and turns me into this hurt lioness who started to roar at people who want to care.

N: can you don't be so difficult? You are arguing, attacking all my points. When all one of my points is shot down, you said, you see all the rest no longer holds. Walau....

....

N: let do a collective prayer.

So we both bowed and prayed.

Me: Father lord..........
XXXX...XXX....

N: Can you speak up? I can't hear you. Repeat.

Me: Walau, where got prayers like that. Half way through, say cannot hear, then repeat the whole thing one? I don't want to repeat.

N frowned.

Me: ok ok. repeat

Me: Father lord.....
XXX...XXX

N: Ok, now, let just think for one minute about...xxxx

Me: Huh? where got like that one. never pray like that before. Where did you learn that from?

N: OOOOIIIII, can you just do what I say. don't be so difficult.

That afternoon,.....

Q: Why would anyone want to choose that as an alternative?

Me; because it is my right. I want to think. And I just need the data. I am asking for data.

Q: At some point, you got to stop and not even go there. You are disturbing me. You are making me very worried/ I can't do my lecture now.

Are you completely mad? All I asked was a simple question. Why would it disturb you?, I thought.

(At that point, I relaxed my facial muscles, after noticing how he was affected by what seemed to be a simple question to me.)

Me: I just want to know the stats. It is a way of considering all options and decided what is the best. I am not going to do that. (l lied)

Q: Please sit down. Please.

I stood.

Me: All I am asking is just that. Don't you have stats on that.

Q: No. I don't have. Can you please sit down? I want to know why you are asking that. You want to play this game, I would play this with you.

Me: huh? what game? I am not playing game.

I stood.

I stood exasperated. Why is it so difficult for him to answer a simple question? Why does he even want to be involved with my life? Like a brat, I was going to throw my toy at a stupid doll because I was mad, some adult from nowhere came and took my toy. Maybe I should cry.

I held the book I was reading closed to my chest. My patience was wearing thin. I couldn't will him to give me the data.

Q looked at the title of the book and said: The God you believed in is the same God I believed in. This is the world he created. I don't see why you want to even consider that. It is not logical.

Me: Look, I just want the stats.

I felt worn out. He looked it too. I remembered that look, that look of concern, similar to someone who was clinching to the hand of a person who had just fell off the cliff. If he let go, the person would die. But his strength was leaving him.

Why did he look so disturbed? Like I was his child, his precious. Like what I had asked was a stab in his heart. That look on his face was stuck on my mind today and he is a stranger to me. I worked through the conversation I had with him throughout today several times. What if I had asked that question to God, how would He have looked? 10 times more? 100 times more?

Q: I don't know why you need that.

I gave up.

Me: Ok, you have to go. You are late.

Q: are you going to come on the 9th?

I gave a bitter smile, like my evil ploy was discovered and I thought I had clearly concealed it. God's warrior is smarter and stronger than me.

Q: I want to see you here, on the 9th, please. Would you come?

He thwarted my plan. Who is this man? God's warrior? Anyway, what is his friggin name? I got hold of his name and went to do a google. I pieced together his resume like a good journalist from whatever shreds of information I have. No wonder I was defeated even before I begin.

I read about what he had said of a venture he set up to help people in a human crisis. ``I am not saying I am the best person. But my training is adequate for me to do that.''

He is God's mighty warrior. Of course he is, only God's people could be that fearless, that selfless. No wonder he discovered my ploy on my second question and led me quite artfully to reveal my real intention. I side-stepped of course, with help from the devil. Q won. God's people always win.

But I wasn't sure I wanted to be rescued. In the meantime, I want to be difficult until maybe I am healed.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Time, time to learn

I begged Him to teach me something that I could apply so that I won't waste my time reading without gaining something. Then He gave me a question through the passages: what is it that I have given that has cost me to give?

Nothing really. I haven't really given Him much lately that has really cost me, especially my time. I am especially stingy with my time because I had so little. After work, those few hours had to be divided to the many things that I enjoy doing. I had forgotten that it was Him who has given me all that I have that I enjoy doing the many things I am doing.

I can't answer that. I gave him the leftovers. Time that doesn't cost me.

I gave little time to talking to people and caring for them, not even a phone call to them or a nice message. Sign....

What messages did I send out just now?

Me: You do coaching?
He: No, I play. Why do you ask?
Me: Looking for cheap coaching?
He: Can give you some names?
Me: Where do you play?
He: Condo and club with my friends.
Me: If I join you, would your friends kill you?
He: Are you looking for a coach or hitters?
Me: I am looking for the cheapest way to improve my game.
He: Oh I see. I can ask them if you can join. You play matches.
Me: No. I don't I should. I know how serious you are about tennis. I probably would spoil your game.
He: yes, we only play matches. I can hook you up with my colleagues who have just started.
Me: That is alright.
He: Sorry, not of much help.
Me: No worries

What would I do if someone send me a message:

XX: You coach?
Me: Coach? You mad izzit?
XX: I am looking to improve my game. You know anyone.
Me: No.

End of messages.

That is me, probably. I should learn from He. I should ask and probe and see how I can help. Sigh...isn't he in a lull period and I am in some post-baptism vibrant spiritual life? Sigh....


P.J. OLSSON
Ready For A Fall

You sit there in my shadows
And you call it your relief
Don't be the one with bad eyes for
The things that I could see
Don't give me that

The darkness has no armor
Need protection from the air
High hopes through time passing
When I see I want you there

I can't believe
You're the one for me
If it was this easy to find you
I should be ready for a fall
I should be ready for a fall

Now my wonders rally
Around the person I once was
Like a bird that I've been helping
Hope you're healed and strong
You never know when you might have to fly

Where will you go after me
Where will you go after I set you free
And I don't know you from a page in my book
Though I should
Though I should

I can't believe
You're the one for me
If it was this easy to find you
I should be ready for a fall
I should be ready for a fall

Where will you go after me
Where will you go after I set you free
And I don't know you from a page in my book
Though I should

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Its Significance

Because N came to my baptism and he was the only friend I had invited and also because my only baptism gift was also given by him, and because of the many things that are good in my life, I realized that I had let the friendship took a backseat. So I decided to have lunch with him more often, whether he liked it or not. So I decided to show more gratitude towards a person who has helped to toughen the inner fabric of my faith, increasing its threat count.

Because N gave thanks during lunch and asked God to help me discover the significance of my baptism, my mind was tuned lately to finding the meaning of that sprinkling of the water on Sunday, which I could still feel trickling down at the back of my neck.

Because all that in my life are all part of His grand plan and nothing is coincidental, what happened today, my chat with my colleague, or my meeting of some long-lost acquaintances are also part of His plan.

Today, I helped another colleague to do a story, which she was trying to file from the press event. She was grateful and came over to thank me.

``I thought I saw a bible lying on your table,’’ she said.

``Yes. I took it out to give space to my tape recorder which I took to a pressie this morning.’’ I said.

``I used to a strong Christian…..’’ She was a chatty girl. She went on to tell me about her faith, how she came to believe, married someone who was a non-believer and who came to share the same faith, and how she left her church because her group was telling her how selfish she was not to give up her job to have kids.

``We have not been attending church for a long while. We sleep until 2 pm every weekend.’’

``Why don’t you and your husband come to the Good Friday service at my church? It would be good to worship Him again. Don’t you miss worshiping him?’’

Her eyes lit up. ``ok, I will ask my husband. But he sure won’t come. I will let you know.’’

She left. I looked at the bible lying on the table. It was only yesterday that I put it in my bag after a bible class. I packed my dinner and was trying to get to my car when I noticed a familiar figure walking past me.

I called out his name. He turned. The other person walking beside him turned as well. I knew them both.

``hey, wow, what a pleasant surprise! When did you come back?’’ I knew them from my Chicago days.

We smiled at each other, obviously very pleased to meet again. It was very strange that I felt a sense of kinship with two persons whom I hardly knew, whom I met only a few times in Chicago.

``You know, you left your cooking pot in my car and I didn’t returned it to you. I sold my car and gave your pot to the new car owner,’’ one of them said.

``Oh yes, that pot. It was not mine. How could you give that away,’’ I cried out.

They asked if I would join them for a drink. I hesitated. Those Chicago days, where alcohol was the best social lubricant, the best antidote to the feeling of transcience where nothing was permanent.

I said yes, giving my past as a student a chance to play out in this current space where the central theme of my life has changed. I wanted to know whether I would feel different. I wanted to know whether opening that collection of memories would be a good experience. When my companions looked equally keen on taking the memory lane with me, my stomach did a little somersault. Good memories, I was hoping.

One of guys offered to guide me to my car.

``I backslided so much,’’ he said with a little sadness, while walking me to my car.

``So, do you want to go back,’’ I asked.

``yes, yes. I want to come back to Singapore and find a job and settled down here,’’ he replied.

``I mean go back to God.’’

``Oh that. Yes, maybe.’’

Then, N’s prayer came to mind. I wondered whether my freshly baptized self will one day stray off to a great distance, like him and like her. I wondered whether I would reach a stage where I would hung my head in despondence that I couldn’t be reconciled with Him. I wondered whether I would abandon Him one day, whether I would one day be aching and breaking from the trials placed in my life to help break my rebellious spirit and still wouldn’t budge. I wondered whether I would one day face those days again.

The significance of my baptism. I am thoughtful.

And here’s my baptism testimony.

So, It Begins

It is hard to begin the story of my coming of faith. I don’t know where it should start.

It could begin when I first said the sinner’s prayer, which I had uttered
sincerely after a friend before the school bell rang to call us to our afternoon class. However, I walked away, unfazed by His sovereignty.

It could also begin when I started fervently attending every sermon, every bible study, every prayer session because I was fearful that if left to my own device, my life would not be blessed with earthly riches. The outer crust was one of a faithful servant, but deviously masked a deceitful ploy of using God as a genie to serve my grand plan of building an empire, where I would be made king.

Or I should begin the story on that day when I was brought to my knees, with nothing but a contrite heart , after a shocked realization that my sins had been chipping away at the inhabitability of my dwelling place, making it unfit for living, making it bereft of hope and joy. My world looked defaced, like an army of locusts had razed it to ground.

So, I uttered again the sinner’s prayer and said: Do what you will with me.

He began restoring my life that I had patched together with broken things, of mine and of others.

So, I could begin, with Joel 2:25 etched in the depth of my soul, which is, now in His safe hands.