Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Angus Day 1 and 2

For quite a while now we've been deliberating if we should get a dog, but when H's brother got his girlfriend a miniature dachschund, H became more open to the idea. We had a look at different breeds and finally decided on the crossbreed Cavalier King Charles Spaniel x Miniature Poodle

We actually first started looking around at shelters, with the intention of adopting a dog that was similar(-ish) to a 'cavoodle' (small, furry, not dumb-dumb, good with children, not too active and exciteable), but realised that the only dogs that remain in shelters for more than a week, are either:
  1. old (>7 years old)
  2. large (there were 2 Bull Arabs who, at 4 months' old, were already massive, with their heads reaching about 70cm off the ground. And the info card stated something like, "Major is going to grow up to be a very large dog" - Duh!)
  3. Jack Russells (i was wondering why there were SO MANY Jack Russells being given up until a friend said that they're like dogs with ADHD)
In the process of searching rescue/shelters, we were also just browsing breeder websites and came across a 'cavoodle' for sale a a heavily reduced price, simply because he was no longer puppy-cute. The breeder had decided to keep him for herself (naming him Gus, hence our name choice of Angus), but no longer had room for him as they own a boarding kennel and that they were in the process of moving. Or so she (the breeder) says-lah. But anywho, he still comes with a 12 month health guarantee for genetic disorders, so I do feel better about it.

We were prepared to drive up to Swan Hill (approx 400km north-west) to get him, but so happen the breeder's husband was driving down to Melbourne to visit his kids over Christmas/New year so it was convenient for him to drop him off.

We were so nervous as we waited for him yesterday (Monday) morning, and he was certainly very stressed out and nervous when we first met him. He had never been on a leash before,
and REFUSED to walk on leash. Towards the end of the night, we took him for a walk and H was adamant that he learns to heel and walk on a leash, which he quickly learnt.

Our biggest worry so far has been the lack of wee-ing and pooping; we were a bit stressed that he had gotten into the car at 8am, but didn't even wee until 5.30pm, and then didn't do it again even when H took him out for a walk at 5.30am.

H is never one to lose sleep stressing - it can be armageddon the next day and he'd still have sound sleep; but he had woken up at 4.30-5.00am because he was stressing out about Angus. We've been worried about his health, but on some dog forums some people have noted that their dogs hold toileting when they're in a new place.

Finally at about 8.00am today, I took him out to his potty spot, and he did a massive wee. Mum and Dad are now pleased, proud and relieved (possibly more so than he is!).

Some websites say that it takes dogs a couple of weeks before they really settle and their 'true' self shows. But so far, things I've discovered about Angus:
  1. He does like his crate (den/cage) hence, I'm pro-"crate training"
  2. He loves a cuddle and to sleep
  3. He doesn't get fazed by cats or noisy children (my neighbours)
  4. He's attentive, but seems to take a chill pill every morning

Angus - Mummy's boy

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

What does it mean to be saved?

What Does It Mean to Be Saved?
by Dr Rikki Watts

I’ve always struggled with what it means to be a Christian. And it’s not because I didn’t think God was real. I was brought up in the Pentecostal church. I knew God was real, but there was some sense of dislocation between my Christian experience and relating that life to the world around me. I realise now that many Christians do not know why they are here.

What does it mean to be saved? I remember when I was working at IBM this was often satirised. A poster in a friend’s cubicle said ‘Jesus saves - at First National’. I remember at first being offended by this, but in time I began to wonder if we haven’t half deserved it. I began to realise how odd the language must sound to a 21st century person.

It began to dawn on me that we were using a word that really doesn’t mean what it meant in Roman times. ‘Saviour’ was a well-known political term. There’s a famous inscription which speaks of Caesar Augustus - ‘it seemed good to the Greeks of Asia and in the opinion of the High Priest to say the following - Since Providence which has ordered all things and is deeply interested in our life, has set in most perfect order by giving us Augustus, whom she filled with virtue that he might benefit mankind - sending him a saviour, both for us and for our descendants, that he might end war and arrange all things.’

Pay attention to the language here. No one is talking about going to heaven, about sins forgiven. The term ‘saviour’ here has to do with concrete changes in the lives and the world in which people of the first century lived,worked, and sought to bring up their families. This was real life stuff.

There’s nothing here about somewhere beyond the blue. Being saved by a saviour had a well-known economic and political meaning. It was a word from everyday life. Augustus was considered the people’s Saviour because he’d restored peace to the empire. He was their benefactor.

It seems to me we’ve dropped the classical clanger - we’ve made the kind of mistake that no decent missiologist would make today. We’ve hung on to the word and lost the meaning. So what does it mean to be savedLet’s track the imagery that Genesis gives us in order to understand salvation. You can’t really talk about salvation until you talk about creation. There’s a reason for beginning in Genesis.

Setting the Scene

One of the striking things about the Hebrew bible’s concept of creation is its use of the following kind of language - ‘the foundations of the earth… the pillars of the heaven - the beams of God’s upper chambers… stretching out the heavens like a canopy … the windows of the heavens… storehouses…’ This is architectural language. The conception in the Hebrew bible is of creation as some kind of architectural construction. Now what kind of building is this?

Given that nowadays we really do take culture seriously we should pay attention to the way language was used in the surrounding cultures. In the ancient near-eastern traditions the act of creation was seen as the gods building their palaces.The word for palace in Hebrew is the same word that is used for temple.

And that’s exactly how Israel sees creation. Isaiah 66:1 – ‘Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool ..’ Where do you find a throne and a footstool? In a palace. What do you call the palace not of the king but of a god? You call it a temple.

We are quite happy to see heaven as God’s temple - but Isaiah’s point is that the earth is his footstool, the earth is right there in the throne-room as well. He goes on to say ‘what is this house that you build for me,?’ And in language reminiscent of Genesis 2:2-3 ‘where is the place that I can take my rest?’ Exactly the language that’s echoed on the seventh day where Yahweh rests - in his temple palace, in his cosmic pavilion.

This is the first century Jewish perspective as well. Josephus talks about the temple in cosmic terms. And Philo goes on to say ‘the whole universe must be regarded as the holy temple of God’. How do you think about creation? What do you know about a temple? It’s a holy place? When you think of creation do you think of it as a sacred and holy place? Tragically when we say things like this there’s a kneejerk reaction - ‘this is New Age’. Well, whether it is or not, it’s biblical.

This is a tremendous affirmation of the created world. It seems to me that for too long we’ve been living in the Platonic tradition that has denigrated the goodness of the physical world. For example, God gets excited about timber. It’s miraculous. There are some very odd things that happen at the subatomic level. Things are in two places at the same time. They behave in very odd ways. The God of all creation loves this stuff. ‘It was good’ In my tradition we believed the only reason God made this world was to burn it up, and the sooner we were out of here the better. The rapture was the great hope. Bit of a shock to realise later on that while I’m going up I’m passing Jesus on the way down!

Seven times in Genesis 1, God says ‘This is good’ - finally ‘very good’. So John 3:16 – ‘For God so loved...’, not our souls, not even human beings, but the cosmos. Do you love the cosmos? No wonder I was having trouble being a Christian, because I really didn’t understand the way God thought about his world. What about Adam and Eve in all of this?

An Image of the Temple

What’s the last thing you put inside a temple? The image. The image of the deity. What’s the last thing God creates in Genesis 1? His image - ‘let us make humanity - male and female - in our image’. Creation moves towards the formation of the image-bearer and their placement in the Garden of Eden. Several features emerge from this image language.

One is, you can’t get away from physicality. Whatever else image means it involves our physicality. We must understand that images in the ancient world were never intended to depict the deity’s appearance. When Israel makes the golden calf, if that is meant to be the image of Yahweh, it’s not suggesting that Yahweh trots around on all fours lowing in the heavens.The images portray the function and attributes of the deity. They’re pictograms rather than portraits. The reason you choose the young bull is because of the power and virility it symbolises.

Somehow our physicality is essential. It’s saying something about what it means to be the image of God in the temple he has created for us. One of these features is that we have completely opposable thumbs. It is this kind of dexterity that enables us to imitate Yahweh in this small realm of the cosmos he’s given us to carry out his creational work. Imitating him. Far from being inanimate objects, we were indwelt by the very life of the deity and became the very focus of his presence upon the earth. That’s what it means to be human.

Human Beings - God’s VIPs

We are living pictographs of Yahweh the creator - enlivened by his breath, and ultimately his indwelling spirit. Our part is to imitate him - and that’s what Adam and Eve do. They do the work of the garden.They protect it.They guard the sanctuary. Imitating God in their creational activities they were, so to speak, little gods enthroned between the knees of Yahweh the great God.

We do not build temples for Yahweh - he made one for us! It’s called creation. We do not form Yahweh in our image. He makes us in his. We do not open his eyes and ears. He gives us sight and hearing, and ultimately fills us with his breath. Neither do we provide for him - he provides lavishly for us in a garden called Eden - which means ‘delight’.

Abundant joy characterises the Christian life. People made for Eden and a God full of delights.The first thing that Jesus does in John’s gospel is to turn water into wine - 120 gallons of it. Oh that Nietsche had understood that. We might not have had the terrible disasters of our age if the Lutheran church of his day had actually understood creation as Eden and the point of John’s gospel and the opening mighty deed. God is not ‘anti-body’.

He gives us good gifts. No wonder the Psalmist can say,‘Who are we, that you should be so mindful of us, crowning us with glory and honour?’ ‘To be human’ said C.S. Lewis ‘is an extraordinary gift.’

People say, for example,‘I bend the truth, cheat, gossip, etc, - because I’m only human’. A thousand times no! We do these things not because we are human but because we are not human enough. Being human is about being made in the image of God. To be a human being is a glorious and wonderful thing. May God grant us eyes to see this.

Genesis 1 is not about how long God took to do anything. The primary point is that this is his palace-temple built for human beings. The problem is what happens in the garden. Adam and Eve taking of the tree of the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil is basically an assertion of autonomy - a refusal to trust - a desire to take control. And that’s what destroys our marriages and our societies. Autonomous living where the issue is control and we will not trust. We refuse to be vulnerable. But the God we worship is first and foremost a community of persons. He is relational. But you can’t have relationship without vulnerability, trust, and the willingness to give over control.

I think that’s the garden story. And what happens? The moment we deny we’re made in God’s image and we will determine what it means to be human we deny the very thing that we are. If an image-bearer denies the one whose image it bears, what is it? It’s annihilation - ‘in the day that you do this you will surely die.’ And that’s what happens. Creation is bound up in all of this, and it too stumbles into decay. Why? Because the image -bearer is no longer carrying out his job of guarding it and doing his work, because he has no idea who he is. Human beings are designed to know who they are by looking into other people’s faces. And only by looking into the face of God do we know what it is to be human.

Scholars and pastors, that’s our ministry! It’s about helping your congregations and students see the face of God. That’s what will transform them. So Adam and Eve depart the garden. And notice this, they’re clothed as they go out. Adam and Eve go out and what does Yahweh do? Great act of mercy and grace - he clothes them. The Arcadian word for ‘clothe’ means to accede to the throne. As the rebels go out of the garden Yahweh clothes them as a way of affirming,‘I made this place for you - and by hook or by cross I will get you back here. This is where you belong’.

One of the implications of being made in God’s image is that every act of abuse against the image of a king is an act of high treason. Every act of abuse against another human being is an act of high treason against God. Doesn’t matter how often I go to church, how well I recite the catechism or whether I speak in tongues more than you all. The big issue is,‘how do I treat people?’ What are the commandments? The only two that matter are ‘love God’ and ‘love your neighbour as yourself’.That is the reason for which we have been saved.

In Isaiah’s time Israel forgot this.. Why? Because they started to love God’s blessing more than people. Israel had a magnificent worship building, no expense spared and a brilliant worship team. They had conferences on prayer and they even fasted. When was the last time you or I did that? They had got it all together, surely, and what did God say? ‘Who invited you into my house to make this racket? I am sick to death of your solemn worship assemblies. I am tired of your conferences.’ Why? Because the building is not made in God’s image. Neither is the worship service. Neither is the prayer meeting, or even fasting.

One thing only is made in God’s image. We want to worship God? Then we clothe, feed, house, take care of his image. That’s what it means to be saved as James says,‘Don’t prattle on about having faith. Let me see it by what do you do.’ No surprise then that Carrol and Schiflett in their book on ‘Christianity on Trial’ mention that one of the key factors in the conversion of the Roman Empire was the Christians’ extraordinary generosity.

Western Idolatry: Some of you are saving up sheckles for the wrong thing. You can’t take it with you. Why don’t you invest it in something that will change people’s lives? That new car you were planning to get - do you really need it? Is it more important to you than equipping young people for the work of the kingdom? In Australia, just like in North America, the one great sin we don’t talk about is our greed. And that’s the same as idolatry - because we put stuff ahead of people. Nothing wrong with a nice car - but where’s our heart in terms of the kingdom?

In the fourth century the church in Rome would regularly call for fasts in order that they might feed the hungry, providing one million rations a year. The monastery at Cluny fed 17,000 people a year.This is what salvation is about - because physicality matters. The body matters. It’s part of the bearing of God’s image. The idea that all that needs to be saved is our souls is more Platonic than biblical. It’s amazing how rare the language ‘saving souls’ is. God made embodied beings, he’s going to give us back our bodies, he thinks they’re a great idea. When we’re resurrected they’re going to be pretty special even able to walk through walls and eat at the same time!

Salvation is not about the denigration of our human-ness. It is about its restoration. You and I will never be so human as when we’re truly spiritual. We’ll never be so truly spiritual as when we’re truly human. Jesus is the only true image of the Father - the invisible God, the new Adam, our great high priest. God present among us and in us. God in Christ causes the light to shine in the darkness, transforming us from glory to glory, having the same mind as Jesus. We are in Christ, members of one another and his body. We are in fact in-dwelt by God’s spirit - nothing less than the very presence of God upon the earth!

Talk about a high anthropology! This is the glory to which Paul presses. He understands what we’ve been called for. Gal 3.26 ff - probably the most radical verse written in a good 300 years either side of the first century, in a world where men had all power over women, masters held all the power over slaves, and Jews and Greeks traded insults about who was really the better of the two. And what does Paul say? ‘In Christ, no longer male or female. No longer Jew or Gentile. No longer slave nor free.’ It’s hard to imagine a more radical statement - and that’s the Christian vision. That’s what we’re about. In this country, that’s what you’re about. No special deals for the great ones. No unequal tax systems for the poor people.

Spirit-Led People of Hope

Please understand these things matter. But don’t forget the crucial matter in all this is the in-dwelling of the Spirit. And that’s often our tension. We go to one side or the other, with the emphasis on some sort of private spirituality, or some kind of social action. Both are required. And that’s the purpose of the coming of the Spirit. That’s what the gospel, and the new testament is about.We’re Spirit people. Those who walk by the Spirit are the true children of God, bearing his image. And that’s why in Galatians the fruits of the Spirit are nothing other than the character of God expressed in us, and the gifts of the Spirit are that same God at work doing what? Restoring humanity.

Jesus himself did not focus on restoring creation. And that’s not because it doesn’t matter. It’s because Jesus understands that the destiny of creation is its redemption. But the key to that redemption is what? You and me being revealed as the true sons and daughters of God by living in step with the Spirit. (Romans 8) And what does this look like? Look at Jesus the cross-bearer.

That’s what changes the world. And if you study the early Christians that’s exactly what they did - by imitating Jesus. So Revelation 21 has it right - we are not going to heaven. That idea creeps into the church in the second and third century from Platonists who can’t imagine God would ever care about this world. But God says,‘it’s good, very good….’ And he loves it enough to send his son, and come in his son to reconcile this world to himself. According to Revelation 21 - heaven’s coming here. And that’s why it’s the new Jerusalem. But there’s something very odd about this new Jerusalem - there’s no temple. And it’s a cube. What is cube-shaped in the old testament? The Holy of Holies in the tabernacle, in the temple. There’s no temple in the new Jerusalem, but not because it’s become the temple,. No, the city is itself the Holy of Holies. And it’s huge.The whole of creation is going to become the Holy of Holies, God is coming here to live with us to be our God, and we will be his people.

And that’s no surprise if you’ve read Genesis 1. He loves this place, and he loves his image-bearers. To be saved is to live that love out concretely with real people in this life. This is your moment. Seize the day!

Dr Rikki Watts was formerly a faculty member of the Bible College of Victoria, in Melbourne. He is now serving as Associate Professor of New Testament at Regent College,Vancouver, Canada.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

From H

The inability to give is a failure to recognise that it has already been given to you, in the first place.



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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Calling yourself Christian amounts to nothing.

Calling yourself Christian amounts to nothing.

It's merely lip-service; possibly self-serving with a hope of escapism.

It is better to be an atheist, or Buddhist, or Muslim, or 'unlabelled' and believe that we need to be a part of something that will restore humanity; than a 'christian' who thinks the problem will fix itself (so long as it didn't have anything to do with them).

So if you, whether white, yellow, black, short, tall, gay, straight, married, unmarried, poor, rich, atheist, buddhist, muslim, believe that the world is worth restoring, and believe that you can be part of that change, let's join together to be
part of something that will restore humanity and all the world.

Labels mean shite, after all.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

And so we all wish...

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
to all the beautiful mothers I know!


You are doing a great job - just keep pressing on!


A woman of valor who can find, for her price is beyond pearls.
Her husband relies on her, and he will lack no gain.
She requites him with good and not with evil all the days of her life.
She seeks wool and flax, and she works it with the will of her hands.
She is like the merchant ships, she brings her food from afar.
She rises when it is still night;
she gives food to her household and an allotted share to her maidens.
She contemplates a field and purchases it;
from the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
She girds her loins with vigor and strengthens her arms.
[When] she advises that her merchandise is good
her lamp does not go out at night.
She stretches forth her hands onto the distaff,
and her hands support the spindle.
She spreads out her hand to the poor man,
and she stretches her hands out to the needy.
She fears not for her household for snow,
for all her household are dressed in crimson.
She makes beautiful bedspreads for herself;
fine linen and purple wool are her raiment.
Her husband is known in the gates, when he sits with the elders of the land.
She makes a cloak and sells it, and she gives a belt to the trafficker.
Strength and beauty are her raiment, and she laughs at the last day.
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and instruction of kindness is on her tongue.
She supervises the ways of her household
and does not eat bread of idleness.
Her children rise and call her fortunate; [also] her husband, and praises her.
"Many women have acquired wealth, but you surpass them all."
Charm is false and beauty is futile; a God-fearing woman is to be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands, and her deeds will praise her in the gates.
[Prov 31:10-31]

Saturday, May 8, 2010

STITCHES

We spent our afternoon today serving the people in the Housing estates of Ascot Vale. The team at Operation Stitches had decided to put on a pre-winter carnival for the people who live in these estates. 20-plus of us were off, and it was a quite a sight; with a trackless train, giant and mini jumping castles, pamper parlour (hair-braiding, manicures, perfumes), temporary tattoo stand, fairy floss and popcorn, loot bag stands. I volunteered to be stationed at the scarves and beanies stand - each person had the chance to pick a beanie and a scarf to prepare for winter for free. Each beanie and scarf was lovingly knitted by the folks at kogo (Knit One, Give One), an organisation made up of people who knit for the sake of giving.

The Husband was first to volunteer to be in-charge of the giant jumping castle, and with his black t-shirt tucked into the back trackpants, finished with a pouch bag; he really did look more the part of a bah-kut-teh seller. He had a ball of a time; though he needed to be quite stern with some of the boys, trickier moments like that were balanced out by some kids who exclaimed to him, "It's the best day of my life!!!"

It was quite a fantastic experience, to be able to see these people as individuals and serve them and love them, particularly the children. Even though it went on for a couple of hours, it felt too short a time! It wasn't so much of "doing charity" or "helping the needy"; but rather an eye-opener to see these people as our equals. To see them as how God sees them, and who they (and we, for that matter) have been called to be. To see them as deserving love just as much as we do; to see them being shown grace just the way we have been shown; shown the courtesy we would expect for ourselves and our friends.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

not THAAAT hopeless

I've been ridiculously bad at my attempt to blog or post a photo everyday (via project365) but have failed quite miserably.Though I haven't posted in around a week, but fear not, people - I haven't been THAAAT slack. Have been taking photos, just haven't had the time to post them daily!

There is hope after all.
So anyways, here are my err... weekly update!


DAY 4: SATURDAY, 10 APRIL 2010 - What in the World?

This was my attempt at the week's project365 theme 'What in the World'. Can't quite remember where this was taken, but I do remember what it was - it's actually the hole-y part of my much-beloved Mimco bag. This photo is certainly no where near as nice as the TOP 5 choices of the week, but dear iPhone will just have to do!


DAY 5: SUNDAY, 11 APRIL 2010 - Old Friends

Circumstances of late have decreased the number of chances The Husband and I get to hang out and catch up with a couple of dear old friends. We still see our friends relatively regularly, but more often than not, it is in a large-ish group. As you may have realised, the dynamics and conversations are quite different in a small and large setting. This day just reminded me of how much I had missed catching up with friends one-on-one (or if we're talking couples; two-on-two!).

I had been feeling quite bleagh; very oh-woe-is-me!; and this encounter quite unexpectedly became very encouraging and soon I was refreshed and revitalised.
There will be old friends and new friends; old family and new family - but still we love 'em all!

DAY 6: MONDAY, 12 APRIL 2010 - Happy Engagement, T and S!

meat Meat MEAT!

We went to The Point in Albert Park, one of our absolutely favourite resturants (though we only tend to make an annual pilgrimage, when we have our valid discount of 'buy-1-free-1 main') to celebrate the engagement of The Husband's groomsman T and his child-bride-to-be S (tongue-in-cheek!). Speaking of spending quality time in small-ish groups, it was the first time The Husband and I have actually gotten a chance to go out with the both of them alone, so it was a fantastic night out! With great food. Was it any surprise from the picture above that we ended up ordering steaks all-around?


DAY 7 AND 8 - FAIL !


DAY 9: THURSDAY, 15 APRIL 2010 - Costco Queen


2 litres of mayo, anyone?

It was too good to resist. This massive jar of mayonnaise from Costco was even cheaper than buying a jar half its size from our local supermarket. Addressing Food Safety issues, we never double-dip and keep the jar in the fridge - we've kept our open (but uncontaminated!) jar in the fridge for months and have never gotten sick before!

That night I was dubbed Costco Queen.


DAY 10 - FAIL!


DAY 1: SATURDAY, 17 APRIL 2010 - Car Servicing is fun!

Corn Fritters w/ haloumi, poached eggs and tomato relish

St. Ali
12-18 Yarra Place, South Melbourne


We had to wake up at an unacceptable time of 7:30am on a Saturday morning as we had to send our car for its routine service. Good thing that the day was sunny but cool, and very pleasant!

After we dropped the car off, we walked to St Ali for breakfast. This was the first time we've been there since the 'tut-tut' bought-over. Word is, people in the (Melbourne coffee scene) know have stopped going there due to the controversial issues surrounding the purchase of the business. Don't take my word for it, but something along the lines of the original owner not knowing who the actual purchasers were, and that if he had known, he would not have sold it to them.

But anyways, we went there for brekkie, and it wasn't too bad. My corn fritters were slightly oilier than what I would've liked, but overall it was nice.

After brekkie, we took a nice walk to and in the South Melbourne Market, which is always a treat for me. A trip to the ATM within a nearby shopping centre suddenly saw The Husband and I get manicures. Yes - you read right - we both did. Actually his was even more expensive, as he had gotten acrylic overlays put on his nails in an attempt to halt his extreme compulsive nail-biting habit (onychophagia).

Nails done; The Husband wasn't feeling too well so we decided to have lunch then go home. Had seriously the most authentic Malaysian Roast Chicken Rice at:

Coconut House 449 Elizabeth St Melbourne.

Even though we are aiming for authenticity, typos on signage is just not acceptable. Seriously, if one is to spend so much money on signage, at least proofread! There were typos like "Home-grown Austyralian soybeans" and "Come and discovery for yourself".

Reminded me of the time I saw a typo in a Chinese restaurant menu and exclaimed, "Oh no - the poor tofu got fired!"

Monday, April 12, 2010

fail!

I don't know how people have the time to commit to uploading a photo each day. Taking the photo isn't the big problem - it's uploading and posting it on web!

Damn fail; at day 4...

Friday, April 9, 2010

Day 3.

What was left of a plate of charkwayteow

This place, I dare say, has the best charkwayteow in Melbourne. The most amazing thing about it is that it does not contain (i) pork, hence no "chi yau char" and "lap cheong", and (ii) MSG. They also served pretty cool desserts eg. Pandan pannacotta with gula melaka, and durian creme brulee.
Definitely highly-recommended.

My Cube Boardgames Cafe
122 Lygon St Carlton

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Day 2: Chicken Tonight

About 14 of us gather almost every Thursday as a house church, and we make it a point to bring a dish - a la pot luck. For some reason almost everyone decided they felt like chicken, and so 4 out of 6 dishes were Chicken - grilled chicken, chicken stew, herbal chicken, chicken nuggets. I'm all chickened out.

Closing thoughts for the night:
Based on Genesis 1:1 - The Genesis writer does not use the personal names for God that the Hebrews used (eg. Yahweh, El Shaddai); instead, the writer uses the general word 'Elohim', literally meaning 'The Mighty One', or the 'Ultimate Power'.
What is the difference between saying, "Our God created the Heavens and the Earth' and "The One who created the Heavens and the Earth is our God"?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Day 1.

Have decided to jump on the project365 bandwagon and attempt to post 1 photo each day for the next 365 days. More often than not, though I have a lot in my heart and lots to say, I can't seem to put them into one coherent post, and this gets me frustrated and so I just tend not to try. So I'm hoping each photo will get me started. If not, at least the photo is something posted for the day, which will hopefully also "capture otherwise forgotten moments of (my) life" (as per their website!)

Day 1:
Saw this very unusual water glass at a fancy cafe, when catching up with a dear old friend for lunch.

I won't quite start my rambling now, as I'm actually cheating, i.e. it's not exactly the 7th by the time of this posting, as noted on the blog :P I DID photograph this on the 7th though

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Wawa shall...

...work for the Sabbath.



Not all that easy though - what with working under Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

This is where a strength beyond my own is needed.

sigh.



Saturday, March 20, 2010

In God's Name

Early this morning, the Husband took the car as he was going for a day-hike about 3 hours out of Melbourne. Problem was, my house key was in the glove compartment, so I was stuck at home. With nothing much to do, I turned the TV on, which is something I don't do often. Incidentally they were showing the documentary In God's Name, by Jules and Gedeon Naudet.

12 of the world's most influential religious leaders were interviewed and followed around for a day - The Pope, the chief Rabbi of Israel, some Christian leaders (including the head of the Russian Orthodox church), two Muslim leaders, the Dalai Lama, the Sikhs' leader, a Hindu spiritual leader, and the Japanese Shinto High Priest.

I watched in awe, not only of the massive diversity of followers and ways of practice, but even more so the COMMONALITIES of the beliefs and hope that they shared. It is hard to imagine the commonalities between these people from extremely different backgrounds is due to coincidence. It is easy to say the commonalities shared is due to our humanity - which is precisely right. The question is, where would our humanity come from, if these commonalities are not a coincidence?

Thursday, March 18, 2010

What's in a name?

“You shall not misuse the name of the LORD your God, for the LORD will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name” [Deut 5:11]

For years and years I couldn’t actually bring myself to use the name Jesus.

It could be due to years of being exposed, directly or indirectly, to bible-bashers – generations of people who use the name Jesus to run their own agenda; from the Crusades to the Inquisition to the “God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve” picket signs.

It has been misused; and now we all feel yuck. We feel yuck to associate ourselves with the “god” that people have been portraying; we feel yuck to associate ourselves with the “jesus” that some ”Christians” have been portraying.

A fellow speechie and I were talking just the other day about sensory issues; how certain experiences in the past will make us aversive to different textures or sensations in the future – like being forced to eat that one green pea on our plate may lead to an aversion to peas for years to come, because of that immediate negative association we’ve made.

Perhaps similarly, we now make an immediate negative association with the name Jesus or Christianity. Even I do that – but really as a product of being exposed and aware of all the crap that has gone on, or is going on.

SPTG talked about the Ten Commandments were given to Moses as rules or guidelines to building a life*-giving community; given to a people who were entrenched in slavery for years, and now suddenly had freedom. He also mentioned how the relevance of this particular commandment is more for the above, than merely using “God’s name in vain”, e.g. merely saying something like “Oh My LOOORD!”

I used to be told off at school to “not use God’s name in vain” whenever I exclaimed “oh my god!” as it was “in the 10 Commandments” (WHICH IRRITATED THE HELL OUT OF ME!).

I wonder which was more destructive to humankind – the Spanish Inquisition, or my exclamation?


My God – let me be careful to not use your name to run my agenda; to leave people with “no choice” since “GOD had a say in it”; to use you. Continue to reveal to me, and others, how indeed beautiful and powerful and pure the name Jesus is – untainted by men; so let it be.

Monday, March 15, 2010

refreshed and rejuvenated...

... and ready to roll!

Friday, March 12, 2010

i'm hurting too.

I shouldn't, I suppose, but.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

quotation

H (after dinner): I should have bought some fruit. Never mind, we'll have ice-cream. Chocolate is a fruit.

forbes billionaire list

Hubby was checking out Forbes 2010 Billionaires' list and came across the Malaysian billionaire Ananda Krishnan, worth US$7.4b, ranked #89 on the list. A short biography ends with "Has a son who is a monk and lives in a forest". Random, but thought it amusing.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Calibration

O LORD, God-of Heaven, the great and awesome God, loyal to His covenant and faithful to those who love him and obey his commands [from Nehemiah Ch 1]

Nehemiah starts his prayer with a exclamation of how awesome and great God is, and making mention of his loyalty and faithfulness. I suppose for a while there it had seemed to me that Nehemiah was (i) sucking up or shoe-shining to God, before asking for whatever it is he wanted ("Oh Santa, that beard is so soft - what conditioner do you use? Oh, and could I have an iPad pleeeaaase, pretty please with a cherry on top?");

or maybe others have thought Nehemiah was just (ii) telling/informing God how cool and wonderful he is ("Hi God you may-or-may-not be aware that you are great and awesome"). Much like how some folks think that God needs our worship; he needs us to tell him how great He is. Like He is Ultraman with His light beeping indicating low levels of energy and how he needs our worship to recharge his power (perhaps this is too far-fetched an analogy...)

God doesn't need anything. God is not someone we have to manja (sorry, there is just no English word for this) to get things our way.

I think Nehemiah starts his prayer as such, like Jesus starts his prayer in Matthew 6 ("Our Father in heaven" - no, it's not that Jesus needed to remind God his "address"), to recalibrate themselves their perception of God. To realigned themselves to who God is, in order to realign to His purpose. It's to remind us, wee humans, who we're dealing with.

I think worship is similar. We sing songs of God's goodness and hope and promise, not to make God happy because he likes the E major 7 chord. We sing such songs to remind us and to recalibrate ourselves to Him, and that makes Him happy.

Remind me to be recalibrated; remind me to remember who You are. Remind me that I will never stop needing reminders.


Word and Prayer; Map and Compass; Truth and Grace

I'm excited for what this year will bring. I'm excited to see how God moves this year. There is emphasis at Expedition to delve further and focus on the Word and prayer this year, and I'm actually excited, believe it or not.

So much about prayer I do not comprehend; my scope limited to asking for what I want, like a kid asking Santa for a list of things. Not like there's anything wrong about asking; most of the time it's hardly a problem about what we're asking for, but I suppose I have been a bit shallow with the "why we're asking".

A structured tool to help me rookie get started on this involves the acronym p.r.a.y:
  1. Praise(Adoration; 'Eucharistia' thanksgiving)/Pour out (Immersion) - "Our Father in heaven"
    Be honest about where you are; what are you thankful for/disappointed at
  2. Refocus/Reach forward (Adherence)- "Hallowed (kept holy) be Your name; Your kingdom come; Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven"
    Think about what's ahead ("After all that Jesus has done, I believe that..."). Share your goals and how they align with kingdom purposes. Intercession. What's my hope? What has been promised?
  3. Ask/Appropriate together/Cooperation/Communion - "Give us today our daily bread; Forgive our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors"
    The Spirit is already at work around you - request boldly. What can I pray for? Itemise your obstacles and needs.
  4. Yearn together/ Yield (Consecration) - "[For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever - so let it be]"
    You have been given all you need - now let go. "I dedicate this to You - may...". Hold hope together before God.
This seems to give me more clarity as to what I'm praying, and hoping for. It has helped me refocus a bit more on what goes on in my daily life; what I pray for; or what I hope to pray for.

Admittedly I haven't been a gung-ho prayerful person. I'm often caught up with what I can do, or what I ought to know. But when living life, SPTG likens Word to a map, prayer to a compass.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Exhausted; just exhausted

- If only I had 28 hours in a day.

- If only I could sleep for 4 hours and feel like I've gotten the best night's sleep.

- If only my laundry would do itself.

- If only I had a magic wand to sort out paperwork.

- If only the chore-elves would come.

- If only I had photographic long-term memory.

- If only I can function at 110% all day, all night, until I choose to fall asleep - which I can then do immediately.

- If only I can still care 110% when I am 110% exhausted.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Thursday, February 4, 2010

UPDATE to "Happy Birthday, sister number 2!"

A bit late, but I finally did it! I finally made the cupcakes in honour of sister no. 2! Now I'll just have to make another batch of never-tried before cupcakes for sister no. 3, whose birthday is this Sunday!

See A Touch of Frost Cakes for a bit more detail and photo!!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Happy Birthday, sister number 2!

On resolution #2, i.e. to bake a new recipe in honour of each of my sisters' birthday..... I will have to allow myself some leeway - I shall endeavour not to fail in this resolution so early in the challenge!

Meanwhile.... because she loves purple:


Hope you had a great one! Miss and love you heaps!

what a (good) way to start the new year!

Resolution #1 completed, for a start!

I get my donor card in approximately 6 weeks, which will tell me what blood type I am; that's right - I don't know what my blood type is!

I was quite nervous at first, as I didn't quite know what to expect.

I had to first fill out a very comprehensive form detailing my medical history. Questions asked include if I have ever lived outside Australia (yes), if I've traveled in the last 6 months (yes), if I've been to North Queensland in the last 4 weeks (I wished, but no), if I've ever had surgery and/or been admitted to a hospital (yes and yes), if I've ever injected any sort of substance not prescribed by a medical practitioner (no), if I've gotten a tattoo in the last 12 months (no), if I've ever had sexual relations with sex workers (not to my knowledge!), if I've had male-to-male sex in the last 12 months (no).

Then the (male) nurse took my blood pressure (all good) and a pin prick was made to determine my haemoglobin levels (ie. iron levels) - it needs to be >120 for women; I had 133.

Once all was good and dandy, I was led to a big room with beds, where my blood was taken - 500ml is taken, with 30ml used to be tested each time for infectious disease etc. This process only really takes about 10mins, so it wasn't too bad.

The Husband had accompanied me as he was interested in donating too; however he was deemed ineligible due to him having only 1 functional kidney. It only occurred to him then that it could have explained why he had fallen quite sick both times after he donated blood in Malaysia. I really gotta give it to him though; he was happy to donate even though he had fallen sick on past occasions.

How do I feel, after donating?
I'm exhausted. They recommend no strenous activity for 12 hours and to keep my fluids and food up. I've been very diligent with the above, but I'm just feeling really tired. Like I caught only a couple of hours' sleep the night before.

Hence, good night!

Friday, January 22, 2010

Off to a great start...

... on my first resolution of the year.

Australian Red Cross Blood Service

I've finally taken the plunge and registered and made an appointment to donate blood this Sunday! I've had several needle pricks in recent weeks so I should hopefully be accustomed to it now!

On meeting resolution #2 : I will need to start planning soon since the first sister-birthday of the year is in two days!

Current Obsession

My previous post wasn't a true reflection of my obsession - of late I have been obsessed - yes, that's right - obsessed - with the TV Show Glee.

Actually, let me rephrase that - I'm obsessed about the performances on the TV show Glee. The storyline isn't exactly the best or most brilliant - I tend to fast forward bits of the acting once I know what's going on (my sisters and husband would know how annoying I can be with that habit) but would watch the performances over and over and over and over again. Then if I have stuff to do I'd listen to the soundtrack over and over and over and over again.

Obsessed, I tell you.

Maybe it's just because the singer-performer in me is busting to get out of the closet, haha

But anywho - it's great to watch particularly because the songs are really sung by the actors themselves - most of the lead characters have been on Broadway. The teacher was Link Larkin in Hairspray, the female student was Cosette in Les Miserables when she was like, 9; etc.

Fave scene from SATC movie 1

This is definitely my favourite scene of the first Sex and the City movie. Didn't think too much of the first SATC movie, hence won't be having very high hopes for the second one. I'm one of those people who think that TV shows should quit while they are ahead, and not try to jump the shark. But though I don't have high hopes for the 2nd SATC movie, I'd still watch it - heheheh

Fave fave gowns - Christian Lacroix and Oscar de la Renta:

Monday, January 18, 2010

Resolution for my twenty-eighth year of life

Just a couple at the top of my head; I'll hopefully have more as time goes by - let's see how long before we realise I may have trouble keeping to them:
1. Donate blood! I've always been meaning to, but the fear of needles, and the face of procrastination just get to me each and every time.
2. Bake a new, never-tried recipe, when each of my sisters celebrates her birthday. I am usually in the habit of baking the same stuff over and over again, because I'm usually baking for one thing or another and can't afford to make mistakes or spend a bit more time trialling a new recipe.

Happy birthday to me!

Monday, January 4, 2010

what a way to start the new year!

I found myself in the Emergency Department for 4 hours yesterday, after my infection became worse. I was having a case of Urinary Tract Infection for the past 5-6 days which did not get any better despite a course of antibiotics, garlic pills, and 100% cranberry juice (which, by the way, is one of the foulest, sourest things I've ever tasted). Two nights ago, my temperature fluctuated from really cold to a high temperature, to a point I was shivering and could only be calmed by blasting the heater at my face. It happened again yesterday after lunch, so it was off to E.D we went.

Apparently the infection has spread up to my kidneys, which explains how lousy I felt. So I was put on 2 courses of strong antibiotics via IV drip. Somehow the nurse who put my first IV in (as pictured above) made a bloody mess (pun intended). It turned out the first IV put in was too small, and put into a smallish vein, so a more senior nurse decided to save us all time and put another IV drip in, through my wrist.

I left the hospital late yesterday night, and am now on an oral dose of antibiotics for the next 5 days.
Which leaves me with the runs.
And it's also the time of the month for me.

Oh woe!

Friday, January 1, 2010

2010

Happy New Year, everyone!
Have a blessed and awesome 2010!
Make it memorable, and worthwhile!

Christmas Offering

The in-laws were in town for Christmas, and so for the first time, I cooked Christmas dinner.

Broccoli and Potato Soup, w/ Mint and Bacon

Caesar Salad, w/ Potato Croutons

The piece de resistance - Roast Turkey w/ Pancetta, Minced Pork and Dried Apricots Stuffing

Molten Chocolate Babycakes, served w/ ice-cream and blueberries