#182 prayer

Prayer

is

a way of life

which allows you to find

stillness in the midst of the world

where you open your hands

to God’s promises

and

find hope for

yourself, your neighbor, and your world.”

Henri Nouwen

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#153 money, money, money

These days, I wonder where my hard-earned money went?  There is marked increase in the prices of food! With the fuel price hike, I wonder when announcements will be made for another transport fare increase?

Why is money so important? No money no talk. Without money one cannot survive.

Wonder how our founding governing leaders manage to bring Singapore to where she is considering a land without any natural resources. They were able to mobilise the human resources and only assets Singapore has was the port and air route…which then created tourism. Today it’s the intelligence resource… The economic downturn or recession is evident…and I can only pray for wisdom for our governing leaders to manage wisely…

Wisdom is a shelter

as money is a shelter,

but the advantage of knowledge is this:

that wisdom preserves the life of its possessor.

(Ecc 7:12)

A feast is made for laughter, and wine makes life merry,

but money is the answer for everything.

Whoever loves money never has money enough;

whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with his income.

Money is important but the love of money is the root of all evils…

#142 tomorrow

We are made wise

NOT by the recollection of our past,

but by the responsibility of our future.

George Bernard Shaw

Changes…changes…changes going on all the time…man is always changing…and…rearranging — soaring food prices (no more cheap food), fuel crises, subprime, credit crunch, natural disasters, water shortage, going green, global warming, save extinct species…

How is man to live? These are certainly challenging times not only for governing leaders but the ordinary man-on-the-street.

 At the crux, money is the issue. How does one live without money or having less or little value to the dollar? Who invented money? Human beings live to earn money to feed and provide for oneself… Human beings kill one another for the lack of money!

 Terrorism is one result of madness after money or the lack of it. The destruction of the Twin Tower in New York (911) is a case in point…the terrorists wanted to bring the Americans on their knees through the economy but… The US concertedly rose from ground zero…

Today human beings become bombs to kill or eliminate the innocent civilians! Such hatred in the disguise of religion?!

Has man gone mad, very mad?!

Where are we going?

#119 one prays for China

I’m praying that my Lord Jesus Christ will give the Chinese the courage to face tomorrow and at some unkind and callous words of discouragements to the victims and people of China. 

I pray for all aftershocks to cease and allow those in authority to concentrate on reconstruction and serving her people.

I pray for salvation and healing to come upon the land of China. That China will be the favored country tomorrow…that God will bless China bountifully.

I pray that those whose children died in the quake will allow the dead to rest in peace, though difficult that may be — to forgive those leaders in the counties and to give those callous leaders a second chance to prove themselves to bring good to those under their care.

During my time working on oral history in understanding Christian believers in China in late 1970s, one lesson that stood out — those suffered forgave those who persecuted them. They saw those who persecuted them were forced to under the circumstances. They saw another unseen force at work quoting from the Christian Bible when Paul wrote in the New Testament in the Letter to the Ephesians Chapter 6:12…

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms…

Furthermore God in Christ has enabled many miracles and wonderful testimonies that shone brightly in those days of darkness.

The quake is a double-edged sword — this either draws the best out of humans or the worst in humans.

“Weeping may tarry in the night but joy comes in the morning.” (Psalm 30:5)

 

#96 farewell poem

This is a farewell poem of Dr Jose Rizal, medical doctor and a national hero of the Philippines, before execution. His friend Mariano Ponce gave MI ULTIMO ADIOS as its title.

Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caressed, 
Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost,
With gladness I give you my Life, sad and repressed;
And were it more brilliant, more fresh and at its best,
I would still give it to you for your welfare at most.

On the fields of battle, in the fury of fight,
Others give you their lives without pain or hesitancy,
The place does not matter: cypress laurel, lily white,
Scaffold, open field, conflict or martyrdom’s site,
It is the same if asked by home and Country.

I die as I see tints on the sky b’gin to show
And at last announce the day, after a gloomy night;
If you need a hue to dye your matutinal glow,
Pour my blood and at the right moment spread it so,
And gild it with a reflection of your nascent light! 

My dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent,
My dreams when already a youth, full of vigor to attain,
Were to see you, gem of the sea of the Orient,
Your dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a high plane
Without frown, without wrinkles and of shame without stain.

My life’s fancy, my ardent, passionate desire,
Hail! Cries out the soul to you, that will soon part from thee;
Hail! How sweet ’tis to fall that fullness you may acquire;
To die to give you life, ‘neath your skies to expire,
And in your mystic land to sleep through eternity!

If over my tomb some day, you would see blow,
A simple humble flow’r amidst thick grasses,
Bring it up to your lips and kiss my soul so,
And under the cold tomb, I may feel on my brow,
Warmth of your breath, a whiff of your tenderness.

Let the moon with soft, gentle light me descry,
Let the dawn send forth its fleeting, brilliant light,
In murmurs grave allow the wind to sigh,
And should a bird descend on my cross and alight,
Let the bird intone a song of peace o’er my site.

Let the burning sun the raindrops vaporize
And with my clamor behind return pure to the sky;
Let a friend shed tears over my early demise;
And on quiet afternoons when one prays for me on high,
Pray too, oh, my Motherland, that in God may rest I.

Pray thee for all the hapless who have died,
For all those who unequalled torments have undergone;
For our poor mothers who in bitterness have cried;
For orphans, widows and captives to tortures were shied,
And pray too that you may see your own redemption.

And when the dark night wraps the cemet’ry
And only the dead to vigil there are left alone,
Don’t disturb their repose, don’t disturb the mystery:
If you hear the sounds of cittern or psaltery,
It is I, dear Country, who, a song t’you intone.

And when my grave by all is no more remembered,
With neither cross nor stone to mark its place,
Let it be plowed by man, with spade let it be scattered
And my ashes ere to nothingness are restored,
Let them turn to dust to cover your earthly space.

Then it doesn’t matter that you should forget me:
Your atmosphere, your skies, your vales I’ll sweep;
Vibrant and clear note to your ears I shall be:
Aroma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings deep,
Constantly repeating the essence of the faith I keep.

My idolized Country, for whom I most gravely pine,
Dear Philippines, to my last goodbye, oh, harken
There I leave all: my parents, loves of mine,
I’ll go where there are no slaves, tyrants or hangmen
Where faith does not kill and where God alone does reign.

Farewell, parents, brothers, beloved by me,
Friends of my childhood, in the home distressed;
Give thanks that now I rest from the wearisome day;
Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who brightened my way;
Farewell, to all I love. To die is to rest. 

#88

I learnt this rhyme in primary one (as I never went to kindergarten):

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men

Could not put Humpty Dumpty together again.

 

Whenever Singapore economy sneezes, it’s the average class of people suffer. It’s not the minority — the very poor (although devastated) or the rich (by then they would have gone to greener pastures) — but the HDB dwellers.

Those politician wanabes have to consider or know those issues the average HDB dwellers are facing…not fighting or opposing the elected party concerned but having the welfare of people at heart!

What will the next election result be like in 2011?

#76

So Bart (William Shakespeare) was right when he wrote in ‘As You Like It’

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,…

 

Wow! So can I conclude that the Olympic Games offered to China was really a political ploy on ‘human rights issue’ by the IOC eventhough this was not a unanimous vote?

The drama is becoming more interesting as each day unfolds.

Hm…what about the forthcoming Youth Olympics Games that will be held in Singapore 2010? The toss was between Russia’s Moscow? and Singapore…both have issues — I believe protest is illegal in Singapore.

If this is the case, Singapore had better consider exit considering the monies and future stresses.