I was reading some guitaring forum yesterday and stumbled on this definition on what a pro is. I thought it captured the attitude of one who wants do be Good really well...
....an amateur practices until they get it right but a pro practices until they can't get it wrong.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
Three legged race
An anology I thought about last night. Thought I write here it quickly.
A three legged race is a race whereby two contestant have one of their feet tied together, hence 'three-legged.
Our journey with God is like a three legged race. (it's only a anology, not fact k?) One of our feet is tied to the holy spirit (he is a person, afterall...). So it takes both of us to run the race of life.
Some people just 'depend on God'. They pray and they pray. They go for prayer meets and other meets. They study the bible dillengently and wonders, 'hmmm nothing's happening, why?' Then more question props up,' is this the right time? has God called me?' Hence more time in prayer meets...etc etc
Others believe in a 'do-it-yourself', IKEA style. These movers shake the world on their own accord. Sometimes, (or most of the time), they missed the purpose that God had intended for them. So after all those energy spent, they end up 'missing God'.
I find that it's a three legged race. It's a team game. It doesn't work if one party moves without the other. I realised that's why i need to move and pray as much so that the movements are in sync. Of course, the faster the movements are sync, the fast we move. (It's like a resonant frequency which peaks to unbelievable heights.... like erm, walking on water?)
Three legged race. Team Game. Me and Him
The HS is my leader, coz innately, he runs faster than I do.
A three legged race is a race whereby two contestant have one of their feet tied together, hence 'three-legged.
Our journey with God is like a three legged race. (it's only a anology, not fact k?) One of our feet is tied to the holy spirit (he is a person, afterall...). So it takes both of us to run the race of life.
Some people just 'depend on God'. They pray and they pray. They go for prayer meets and other meets. They study the bible dillengently and wonders, 'hmmm nothing's happening, why?' Then more question props up,' is this the right time? has God called me?' Hence more time in prayer meets...etc etc
Others believe in a 'do-it-yourself', IKEA style. These movers shake the world on their own accord. Sometimes, (or most of the time), they missed the purpose that God had intended for them. So after all those energy spent, they end up 'missing God'.
I find that it's a three legged race. It's a team game. It doesn't work if one party moves without the other. I realised that's why i need to move and pray as much so that the movements are in sync. Of course, the faster the movements are sync, the fast we move. (It's like a resonant frequency which peaks to unbelievable heights.... like erm, walking on water?)
Three legged race. Team Game. Me and Him
The HS is my leader, coz innately, he runs faster than I do.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Ching Ming
Last week was ching ming, It was a time when our family gather together to go to 'pai' our ancestors at the graveyard.
For a chinese christian, this could mean some tensions resulting from the rituals of 'pai'-ing. Anyway this blog entry isn't about that. It's about ching ming and what it meant for me last sunday. (Yes, we are practical folks! We went early to beat the jam).
Since I excepted the Lord, the burning of hell's note and paper mercedes has not much meaning to me. I understand them as a ritual us chinese perform. So I was thinking that my waking up at 630am in the morning travelling to a grave site better have a good reason!
It did.
While we were stuck in the jam (Sadly, there's still a jam a week before at such hour!), it struck me that ching ming has a lot of significance to me. It is a day of remembrance of what our forefathers did for us and a day to understnad our roots and who we are.
Many moons ago, my great-grandfather risked his life travalling to this part of the world. It was a high risk travel because during those days, he probably travelled here from southern china to 'nanyang' in a small boat. Many capsized on their way here others died of diseases...etc etc. So many died. He brought along my grandfather who was about 6 or 7 (as the story told by him) with him. Probably in the year 1918 +/- 2 years. Their motivation was simple. They wanted to make a better life for themselves and their family. They were willing to pay any price.
Their early days here were really tough. My granddad worked as a coolie, a tin-miner a farmer... to bring the family up. My granddad married my grandmother when he was 18 and she was 16 I think. Grandma was about to be 'cham-zhu-long' (put into a net and be drowned) because the parents didn't want a girl. Greatgrandpa had pity on her and took her as daughter-in-law. So they got married, and had lots of children. Then they went thru both the world wars.
Second world war was tough on them. Not long after my grandma passed away. Harships after hardships. Someone should make a movie on it!
Cutting the whole story short. All my cousins now are either professionals or business people alike. Hakkas are known to be resilient people and somehow when I see my family, I can say that we are indeed! Greatgrandpa came to see that we have a more comfortable life and I think he has succeeded.
You probably have heard this kind of stories before but do not be desensitised by it! For someone paid the price for us to have a better life.
For a chinese christian, this could mean some tensions resulting from the rituals of 'pai'-ing. Anyway this blog entry isn't about that. It's about ching ming and what it meant for me last sunday. (Yes, we are practical folks! We went early to beat the jam).
Since I excepted the Lord, the burning of hell's note and paper mercedes has not much meaning to me. I understand them as a ritual us chinese perform. So I was thinking that my waking up at 630am in the morning travelling to a grave site better have a good reason!
It did.
While we were stuck in the jam (Sadly, there's still a jam a week before at such hour!), it struck me that ching ming has a lot of significance to me. It is a day of remembrance of what our forefathers did for us and a day to understnad our roots and who we are.
Many moons ago, my great-grandfather risked his life travalling to this part of the world. It was a high risk travel because during those days, he probably travelled here from southern china to 'nanyang' in a small boat. Many capsized on their way here others died of diseases...etc etc. So many died. He brought along my grandfather who was about 6 or 7 (as the story told by him) with him. Probably in the year 1918 +/- 2 years. Their motivation was simple. They wanted to make a better life for themselves and their family. They were willing to pay any price.
Their early days here were really tough. My granddad worked as a coolie, a tin-miner a farmer... to bring the family up. My granddad married my grandmother when he was 18 and she was 16 I think. Grandma was about to be 'cham-zhu-long' (put into a net and be drowned) because the parents didn't want a girl. Greatgrandpa had pity on her and took her as daughter-in-law. So they got married, and had lots of children. Then they went thru both the world wars.
Second world war was tough on them. Not long after my grandma passed away. Harships after hardships. Someone should make a movie on it!
Cutting the whole story short. All my cousins now are either professionals or business people alike. Hakkas are known to be resilient people and somehow when I see my family, I can say that we are indeed! Greatgrandpa came to see that we have a more comfortable life and I think he has succeeded.
You probably have heard this kind of stories before but do not be desensitised by it! For someone paid the price for us to have a better life.
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