Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Twenty-O-Eight - A year of unsatisfied wants but fulfilled needs

Wants unsatisfied:

To spend Valentine's Day with someone special. In other words, get attached.

To visit Thailand during my post-BMT block leave, 'cause i figured i wouldn't be able to join the annual mission trip this year due to NS.

To join the mission team to Thailand since i now could do so 'cause i disrupted NS to repeat my A's as a civilian.


Needs fulfilled:

i spent Valentine's Day on Tekong Island Resort with my army buddies, getting prepared to go for field camp the next day. In other words, still not attached but i believe God is giving me ample time learning to live with the 2 ladies in my life (Mum and Sis) and understand what true love means before getting attached in God's perfect timing.

i didn't get to visit Thailand 'cause by the grace of God and others who helped, i got a chance to repeat my A's in SAJC which means i hadda stay on Tekong Island Resort to get my disruption application approved, so no Thailand in March.

My hopes of going on the annual mission trip were dashed when the Land of a Thousand Smiles got chaotic and my dad said no, so no Thailand in December either. But i got to learn valuable lifelong lessons like seeking God's will, obeying it and surrendering to Christ.









Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Countdown to Re-enlistment



Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Misses

i miss eating Akha food.

i miss drinking Akha tea.

i miss bathing in cold water.

i miss the breathtaking mountains of Chiangmai.

i miss the starry nightsky of Chiangrai.

i miss taking photographs of and with the villagers.

i miss being awaken by roosters in the middle of the night.

i miss singing praises to God in languages i don't understand.

i miss having bumpy car rides in 4-wheelers.

i miss being one hour younger.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

My heart in 2824 words

Wanted to write this last night but i was afraid i would doze off blogging halfway so i'm tapping on the freshness of the new morning to do this now. Despite the morning freshness, i’m going to just say what comes to mind, so please pardon my incoherent writing for this post (assuming my other posts are coherent).


First, let me express this. i'm of the idea of transparency and letting everyone know my inner thoughts and other truths. (Of course i also want to save the troublesomeness of answering to everyone who asks, but i’m not saying you shouldn’t ask.) i know that some of these truths might unsettle certain people (truth hurts!) but i believe God will work through these truths to bring forth His will for Jesus Himself is the Way, the Truth, and the Life (John 14:6). Allow me to share what i’ve learnt from and agreed with a magazine called Broader Perspectives: “The point of human beings being able to speak is to communicate our thoughts, not to hide them. As long as we treat lying as something to be expected, we will always look at other people askew. When trust is hindered and communication is less open, we lose our ability to formulate solutions together as a society.” So, i don’t mind if this post is being read by anyone, because i’ve found that people can relate better with me when they know what i feel and think. It also helps my fellow siblings in Christ to pray for me more specifically and these specific prayers have gone a long way in helping me grow in spiritual maturity. As i’ve learnt in Christianity and Economics, we live in an imperfect world with imperfect information and knowledge. But i’ll do what i can to correct this ‘market failure’.


Okay here we go.


This entire experience has been one of seeking God’s will, obeying it and surrendering to Christ. And i’m proud to say i’ve made considerable progress mastering the basics of this Christian discipline. It’s been a bumpy ride for the past week, especially after it was announced that those below 21 years old are not allowed to go for the mission trip unless both parents’ signatures are given. That was the first sign of God’s will to me. Initially, like what i’ve posted previously, i was depressed i wouldn’t be able to go to Thailand this year. i couldn’t see the bright side of being under 21 years old and i blamed God for not forming me in my mother’s womb at least 7 months and 17 days earlier 20 years ago. But then, after a period of fasting and praying, i’ve figured that the next 10 days may not be as fulfilling as i had imagined, but i will be exactly where God wants me to be.


Everyone on the team has his/her own unique experience of how the political situation in Thailand has directly affected them through the postponement of the trip (to some) and cancellation (to others). Mine went to a climax last night, when my mum became upset and when Uncle James was slated to meet my dad after the final team briefing.


My mum was upset because her flight is on the 7th instead of the 5th when the majority leaves for Chiangmai. She said she already applied leave from the 5th to the 14th and it wouldn’t be worthwhile to go for only a week. She didn’t understand why my ticket got confirmed before hers when my status was more uncertain (i had to wait for my dad to sign an indemnity letter). i doubt she understands now even after Uncle Lawrence explained to her last night. i was wondering along with my mum about the tickets, but when i listened to Uncle Lawrence, i was able to understand it at once. Perhaps it was the spiritual bondage that obscured my mum’s understanding of the big picture. Anyway i've received news from Choon Tee that all the flights are now scheduled to be on the 5th so my mum gets to go on the 5th now. Thank God.


There’re so many of us who can’t even go, and there she was making a big fuss over the triviality of a 2-day delay in her flight schedule. To put it bluntly, i was ashamed of being her son at that moment. I remember how Felicia shared about her mum last week when all the unforeseen circumstances the team’s facing were starting to unfold. I thought she was pretty mean towards her mum (but i admire her straightforwardness). i was telling myself, “How can she say that to and of her mother?” But now i realise i’m not any different from her. i’m guilty of not being caring enough to my mum. i emphasise the word enough because i thought i’d shown enough care and because she hasn’t shown any signs of changing her attitude, I have given up on her. That was what happened last night. i totally ignored her.


Please understand this. It’s not that i didn’t try at all. i did, sometimes alone, sometimes with my sis, to convince and encourage her that she has been feeling this way mainly due to her own misconceptions of others. My sis and i tried to tell her it’s normal to not please everyone. There’re surely a few who don’t like us. This is especially so for an earnestly God-seeking Christian. Jesus tells us the world hates us because they hated Him first, and because we are of God and not of the world, the world hates us too (John 15:18). But when (almost) everyone we encounter, especially in God’s family, has a problem with us but not with the rest, then we ought to check ourselves rather than blaming them for not showing enough love to us. My sis and i shared with our mum that we also face problems in our relationships with people, within and without the church (my mum thinks everyone likes us). But we don’t conclude that it’s their problem and then leave the church for another or evade the problem altogether (maintaining an indefinite cold war with that person).


A dictum puts it aptly, “Your perspective determines reality.” Every time my sis and i talked to our mum, i thought we’ve gotten the message across to her. But no, she has nevertheless failed to change her pessimistic perspective of how other people view her, time and time again (yes Rachel, time and time again). People have been urging us (her children) to talk to her in order to bring about the change they can believe in, because we’re closer to her than they are. i apologise for the apparent stalemate. So as imperfectly human as i am, i gave up on trying anymore, even when my sis continued to try again last night. It was a terrible time, i must say.


Uncle James and Aunty Christianne sent me home after the meeting last night and they came to ask my dad for his consent to let me go for this trip. Even if my dad was not to sign the indemnity letter, his verbal consent would have sent me re-packing my luggage right away! But i have surrendered to God’s will and i believe it is God’s will for me to stay in Singapore this time. Don’t get me wrong. i fully accept and respect my dad’s decision. Like i told Uncle Vincent, i’m not a father (i’ll be known as Father Abraham in time to come but not as yet) so i won’t truly understand the struggles my dad (and parents of the other members below 21) have to go through now (even for those who have given their consent). So, in my perspective, when my earthly father said, “No” last night, so did my Heavenly Father. And i believe i'm honouring both of them right now.


After Uncle James and Aunty Christianne left, i went online to change my Facebook status to update those who love me. i admit i’ve been addicted to Facebook, uploading photos and videos, tagging my friends and stuff, but i wasn’t doing much of that last night. Anyway that was the time when my sis was there for my mum trying to talk sense into her in her room like we have been trying previously to but to no avail, while i sat in the living room in front of my computer. As i mentioned earlier in this blog post, it was a terrible time. i could hear my sis in tears trying very hard to correct my mum’s (usual) negative assumptions. i overheard my mum saying something like, “You’re siding with those in church, of course you’ll say these!” That was similar to what my mum told me on the phone before we left the meeting last night. She said something along the lines of, “You can continue sticking close to them and neglect me.” i felt so helpless. Now she thinks even we, her own children, are against her. Hai.


When my sis and mum finally came out of the room, my sis was still in tears and she rebuked me for not even trying to listen to our mum. My sis also accused me of not applying what i’ve read in the book Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris, of not doing the hard thing of listening to my mum despite failures of past attempts in convincing our mum. i retaliated for a while but saw no point in justifying myself because it would make things worse. i felt i didn’t do anything wrong. i have tried as many times as humanly possible and it was high time i left this humanly impossible task of changing my mum’s warped perspective to God who promises in Luke 18:27 that "What is impossible with man is possible with God." But after a night’s prayer, i realise i was actually choosing the easy way out by using that verse to my own discretion. Another verse came to mind. It’s from Matthew 18: 21-22: “Peter came up and said to [Jesus], ‘Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?’ Jesus said to him, ‘I do not say to you seven times, but seventy times seven.’” In essence, Jesus means forgiving every time. Although i’d still say it wasn’t appropriate for my sis to use Do Hard Things in a negative way like she did to me last night, i admit i should have still pressed on and listened to our mum. Mei, if you’re reading this, may i urge you not to use the phrase in such a way again? Because it may spoil the actual intention of the Harris twins and other rebelutionaries. Check out this article written by the twins’ father at http://www.therebelution.com/blog/2007/07/how-to-spoil-do-hard-things/


i don’t expect my mum to change anytime soon but i’ll of course keep her in my prayers. And seriously i need to pray harder especially now she’s going on the trip without my sis and me. As you have guessed, my greatest worry is her relationships with the other team members. Trip after trip, since 2004, she has never failed to (sadly) stir up a certain degree of ___ (i haven’t thought of an appropriate word) within the team. i need to clarify, i’m not trying to put my mum in a bad light here. It’s purely just to be transparent like i’ve mentioned at the beginning of this post so that people may know us better and those who love us can pray for us more specifically. i’m grateful to everyone who has been so tolerant and understanding towards my mum. The only thing i can do is to leave her in God’s hands and ask the other team members to continue to be tolerant and understanding. As i have learnt, God has placed my mum in my life to not only to test my faith but more importantly to help me understand the love of Christ. Jesus must have come across many more hard-to-love people than any of us but He still loves them all the same and even dies for these people. Honestly, till today i still don’t understand how anyone is able to love so unconditionally. Only God is equivalent to such an unfailing love. Even though we’re not God, we are called to do the same. Leviticus 11:44 tells us, “I am the LORD your God. Consecrate yourselves therefore, and be holy, for I am holy.” Ya, so I guess God places certain people in our lives to show us what it means to love them as Christ does.


i’m just thankful for this whole thing because as much as it has shaken things up a lot, so much has it also drawn me closer to Jesus Christ Himself. i think this would not have been possible without God’s grace that i undeservedly have received and the constant prayers of those who love me. i apologise for not including your names here because i know i’ll miss some names out. Please pardon me. Your rewards are in Heaven. Haha.


This episode has also taught me a few valuable lifelong lessons. Apart from those aforementioned (seeking God’s will, obeying it and surrendering to Christ), i have also learned to move away from a self-centred response towards a Christ-centred and others-centred one. i think this is really cool. Of course i don’t imply that i’m totally selfless and not at all self-centred, but i’m again proud to say i’ve made considerable progress mastering the basics of this Christian discipline. For instance, when my sis rebuked me last night, i felt indignant at first, and i tried to justify myself. But i was promptly prompted by the Holy Spirit to stop looking out for my own pride and ego but rather look out for what Jesus would have done and how others are feeling about the prevailing situation. So, i abruptly stopped refuting my sis’ allegations of me (which turn out to be rightly true). There’re a couple of other instances during the past few days or so in which i have responded in a similar way.


It’s just purely amazing to stop resisting but go along with the flow of the Holy Spirit. i got to see first-hand how God’s faithfulness has been following me throughout this whole Thailand-less experience, just like how He saw me through my two A level experiences and of course my BMT, although all of them weren’t exactly what i had wished to be. i must say God’s been good to me, even during the troughs my recent life. i’ve always asked God to remind me of His goodness especially when i’m down because i think those are the most important times in my life when my faith is tested beyond its limit. Boy, He’s never failed to bring me close to Himself during these times of trial. i know that there are many around me who do not seem to enjoy the intimacy i have with God. My mum is one of them. i can’t tell these people that i understand what they’re going through for the mere fact that i can’t possibly fully do so! Everyone has his/her own unique struggles (although some may be common), so it’d be very insensitive to downplay other people’s problems by saying God is good and all will be fine. i’m oft a victim of such well-meaning but tactless attempt to comfort a person. So, i’m not gonna make the same mistake here.


Just allow me to make some suggestions. Be open to the visitations of God’s Holy Spirit. And i can’t emphasise this enough: read God’s word – the Bible! (i won’t delve into the details of the boons of reading the Bible.) i know it isn’t easy. i do struggle to read the Bible every single day, but i get great help from supplementary materials like the Life Application Study Bible and a few Quiet Time devotionals such as Every Day with Jesus by Greg Laurie and Every Day with Jesus by Selwyn Hughes. Once again, i’m proud to say proud to say i’ve made considerable progress mastering the basics of this Christian discipline. Oh ya, one more thing. Reading Christian books helps a lot too. I’m currently reading (re-reading actually) Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris which is an apt book for teenagers (i’m not a teen anymore but it’s still extremely relevant). Books by Max Lucado (my favourite author) are very good too. Remember not to quench the Holy Spirit (1 Thessalonians 5:19)!



"It's all about You, Jesus
And all this is for You
For Your glory and Your fame
It's not about me
As if You should do things my way
You alone are God
And I surrender to Your ways ... "

Saturday, November 29, 2008

A Thailand-less year

Glen is of course depressed he can't go to Thailand.

Glen fails to see the bright side of being under 21 years old.

Glen kinda loved packing for the past 4 mission trips plus this one; now he dreads having to unpack his luggage without having worn any clothes inside it.

Glen is unable to sleep.

Glen struggles to accept God's will.

Glen confronts God.

Glen blames God for not forming him in his mother's womb at least 7 months and 17 days earlier 20 years ago.

Glen prays for the rest who are still going, because things are now much more difficult.


Glen wakes up hoping it was a dream, but it wasn't.

Glen hasn't known what God has in store for him now that he can't go to Thailand.

Glen attempts to see things through God's contact lenses.

Glen has just collected his new biometric passport (to be displayed on his desk at home).

Glen figures that the next two weeks may not be as fulfilling as he wanted, but he will be where God wants him to be.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Countdown to my A Levels (again!)




Saturday, October 4, 2008

A student's prayer

Lord, grant me a quiet heart
Before exams start.

Lead me to use my leisure hours
To invigorate my powers.
My mind from daydreams liberate,
Give me the will to concentrate.
From all distractions, set me free
That in my studies I may be
A student with a sole fulfilment
To make my work a sacrament.

From my faint heart in low expel
All failure fears that therein dwell.
And from my pillow drive away
All dark forebodings of the day.
Help me in faith to rest so deep,
That I may have untroubled sleep.
While notes and lectures I prepare,
May I not lose my zest for prayer.

May I not forget to look
For guidance in Thy Book.
And may I ever grateful be
To all who daily pray for me.
For myself I intercede,
For other students too, I plead.
So may exams find
Each one alert in heart and mind.

Thus inward joy and peace possessing,
May exams prove a source of blessing.


- Anonymous



Saturday, September 20, 2008

A melancholic poem

Longing to escape from you,
I try very hard to learn how to fly.
Finally, wings began to appear on my back,
Ending the days of agony with you around.

Suffering and pain gradually leave my sight,
Underneath me I see you diminish in size.
Christ, bring me home today,
Kiss me, welcome me in heaven and
Say to me, "Your worst days are over."

- Anonymous

Monday, September 15, 2008

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten by Robert Fulghum

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.

These are the things I learned:

  • Share everything.
  • Play fair.
  • Don't hit people.
  • Put things back where you found them.
  • Clean up your own mess.
  • Don't take things that aren't yours.
  • Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
  • Wash your hands before you eat.
  • Flush.
  • Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
  • Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
  • Take a nap every afternoon.
  • When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
  • Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
  • Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.
  • And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.
Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Goalball

i was just totally intrigued by this sport called Goalball which is featured in the Paralympics when i switched on the TV less than an hour ago. There's Sitting Volleyball and Wheelchair Rugby too! Haha.

Goalball is a team sport designed for blind athletes. It was devised by Hanz Lorenzen (Austria), and Sepp Reindle (Germany), in 1946 in an effort to help in the rehabilitation of visually impaired World War II veterans[1]. The International Blind Sports Federation (IBSA), responsible for fifteen sports for the blind and partially sighted in total, is the governing body for this sport.

The sport evolved into a competitive game over the next few decades and was a demonstration event at the
1976 Summer Paralympics in Toronto[1]. The sport's first championship was held in 1978 and goalball became a full part of the Paralympics from the 1980 Summer Paralympics in Arnhem onwards[1].

Participants compete in teams of three, and try to throw a ball that has bells embedded in it, into the opponents' goal
[2]. They must use the sound of the bell to judge the position and movement of the ball. Games consist of two 10 minute halves[2]. Blindfolds allow partially sighted players to compete on an equal footing with blind players[2].

- Wikipedia