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bringing forth

a little notebook to scribble simple thoughts, inspired devotions and deep, quiet laments in.

 

When you are on the stretcher

http://www.elevationchurch.com.au/mp3/kathytestimony.mp3


This is a powerful sermon from Kathy Abraham of Elevation Church in Brisbane. She read from Mark chapter 2.

A few things I took with me:
That we are truly the church of God, each one of us living, breathing and being. When others look at us they see our dispositions, and will either feel drawn to and welcomed by our faith and hospitality; or turned off and distanced by us.

Never be afraid to get onto the stretcher. You do not have to pretend to hold everything together. Let pride go and lie on the stretcher if you realise you truly need help. However getting on that stretcher is just the first step. If no one is there to carry that stretcher you are on; when you are alone in your grief and pain, how are you going to get to Jesus?
Was there not four men who carried the paralysed man and lowered him from the roof that he may reach Jesus?

Do not let pride blind your eyes. The things we say which we so often take for granted have enormous power. Do we not know that the enemy can latch onto this and use it against us?

How do we truly stand by our brothers and sisters when they are going through a tough patch? Judge and ostracise them? Say 'grace' but not show any compassion toward them? Have we not fully understood the power of prayer?

 
 

A day in the life of

Lux who is on an extended 6 month break.

Scene - Apartment 923 in a block of student apartments in Carlton, Melbourne.
8-9 am
Her brain clicks into gear. She hears her housemate waking up, entering the toilet, bathing, blowing dry her hair. Housemate runs down the stairs because she is late. No brekkie. Sunflower wind chime on door handle sounds as she runs out.
9-11 am
One of the most challenging times of the day. Lux negotiates the options of switching on her mobile phone, checking out the time and deciding whether or not to get up. The decision-making process is a protracted one and can take up to 2 hours, by which time the sun is shining a-bright and Lux is getting lethargic from immobility.
So what does she do with lethargy? Toss her moo-moo around. Kick her socks off. Lies face-flat on pillow. Flailing her arms around. In the end, more lethargy.
11-12 noon
Generally quick prayer. Then she wonders - should she pray longer? Sets kettle on boil and heads to the toilet. Comes back and preps brekkie. Says grace and prays for wisdom, understanding and revelation as she reads her daily bread. Devotions!
Fast forward to 12pm
Lux is actually rather tired but still she perseveres on in front of the computer screen. Chatting is rather interesting. She hits the sheets about half past one after talking with her Father.

So what warrants this post? I guess it has been on my mind for a while already. My daily cycle did not use to be like that. I would wake up at 9 to 10 in the morning and leave it as it is, not dilly dally for another hour.
And I certainly do not like the guilt which enters whenever I do not pray at great great lengths at the start of the day and at the end. Does the length of prayer matter? And does it matter whether or not I respond to the Word in devotion-writing or just contemplation? Somehow I seem to think that the latter is more 'appropriate' and if not done in that manner, feel a bit awful.
Religious spirit? I have to pray against this and pray instead for discernment to realise that discipline is not enforced by an angry, distant Father but rather a posture that brings me in adoration to the feet of my loving Father.
There is something good in routine but not when it suffocates me. I refuse to be a prey to the enemy.
Come on Lux! A return to your earlier days when you had a healthier daily routine is possible!

 
 

Teeth are strong

lux says:
you know what?!
lux says:
the nutcracker is coming
bbad says:
0_o
bbad says:
what is a nutcracker?
bbad says:
who is he
bbad says:
0_0
lux says:
its a ballet
lux says:
but the nutcracker is sthg you use to crack nuts '''
bbad says:
or
bbad says:
cud b the name of a famous wrestler
bbad says:
nutcracker..

 
 

Off center

My folks just departed for Singapore yesterday after a five and a half day whirlwind tour of Melbourne.
I decided to call home this afternoon just to check if all is fine and dandy. Thank God all is as we have prayed for.
There were also a few things which happened to them upon touch down that turned my lips the right way up.

My aunt related to me an incident at the airport:
They got off the plane at 8.56pm Singapore time but took so much time to get out of customs that by the time my relatives caught sight of them, it was 9.40pm. No one really knows what they did in that frame of time (yet) but we suspect it must have been the lures of duty-free shopping.
Catch of the day - their luggage ended up in the unclaimed luggage counter which was considerably far away.

During the call home mum told me xhua's reaction to what we bought for her:
She saw the pair of pyjama pants [very slender stripes in pale blue and white with a wide satin wine-red drawstring ribbon] and went Hehehe.
Then she saw the t-shirt [pale mint green with the Flintstones' babies and a slogan Go at it girl or something] and went Hehehe.
Then she saw the ribbons [one in green, another in purple, both a metre long] and went Hehehe.
And then she went off to school.

A few years down the road all these incidents will seem very inconsequential, and they do seem a tad inconsequential even right now. However the degree of relevancy and importance is not the reason why I recount them on this blog.

 
 

Gifts, as they are.

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father purchased the car.

Finally on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. He told him how proud he was to have such a fine son and how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.

Curious but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible with his name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Years passed and the young man became successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family but realising his father was very old, thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since graduation day.

Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away and willed all his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had carefully underlined a verse - Matthew 7:11,

'And if you, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father which is in heaven, give to those who ask Him?'

As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation and the words... PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? [source: heartnsouls]

I have been incredibly selfish whether intentionally or not. Often unintentionally so, even though this does not mitigate my selfishness at all. I want so many things in life. Hmmmm... good grades, support net of family and friends, presentable appearance, bargain purchases, considerable talent in non-academic areas amongst others. Thing is I take all these expectations and desires to God, praying for blessing and providence.

Need we pray for His providence? He will always provide. What about blessings? As the story above said, how often do we miss His blessings because we have become blinded by our own expectations?

My convocation day draws nigh. To me it seems to be just another day. To my parents it will be all they have worked so hard for throughout my life. Their sweat-earned labour, the sacrifices they made in terms of time, effort, rest; and possibly the biggest sacrifice - sending their daughter off to Australia that she may pursue her desired course, alone. For me it was: Whoopee! Freedom to do what I want to do (dropping Psychology for History of Art is kinda radical in Asia). Semester after semester I went through the mill, churning out essays and passing all my subjects. So I think I did them proud by getting through the education circus alright and not morphing into some spendthrift in Melbourne.

But graduation seems to be just another day.
I am missing the point, ain't I? My parents gave so much that I may have what they did not have when they were my age. The opportunities, the freedom to pursue what I want because they have financially provided a way out for me, the trust they have in me that I can come here and lead my independent single life. A lifetime's worth of blessings which I have either taken for granted and assumed as natural privileges or grown ignorant of. I believe my generation is one which though exceedingly blessed is also indifferent, apathetic and selfish.

And if you, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father which is in heaven, give to those who ask Him?

So here I am thinking, if my parents gave much of what I have in life on earth thus far, what more my Father in heaven? He who waited for me for nearly 13 years since the desire to know Him more was planted in my heart in primary school, till that day when I welcomed Him wholly into my life. Throughout all those years He never let up. It is like He always brought me to places where He could speak into my heart, whether I knew it or not.
My presbyterian kindergarten; catholic primary school; Christian friends in secondary school; friend's church play during Valentine's Day where the characters kept saying Me. Me! Me? Me. (about human selfishness); those private visits to Novena Church; my maids; JC friends and their faith... and finally university here.

More than grades, achievements and meeting the standards, He desires for me to be happy, to know that at least one person loves me and is always cheering me on. That is a lot.

And familial love =)