growing up... (ponder)
Growing up has always been on the back of my mind since a very long time. I often wonder when will I ever grow up. But haven't I grown enough already? When can I say that I have grown up and be ready to take on new responsibilities... I wonder!
I recently came across a thought while... like usual, in the toilet, that one can never grow up until the circumstance allows him to. What is growing up really? Is it a process we force ourselves into or an inevitable circumstance which we are placed in. I once forced myself out to grow even more out of myself so that I may be ready to handle a 'dating relationship'. But truly, can I ever do that without entering one? Perhaps I can learn to be more disciplined in the way I use my money, my time, how I be more sensitive to other people's needs and taking on the role of a leader more than a follower... However, does that certify that it will make me a succesful partner in a dating relationship? I guess not.
Growing up, I realize, happens when someone above us left us. I learnt that when my parents left me to be independent, Moses learnt that when he was in the desert, Joseph learnt that when he was taken as a slave, and I beleive my disciples will learnt that when I leave them. Perhaps what I can do right now is to impart whatever that God has sown within me so that when the time comes, they will be ready to take on the responsibility of growing other people in their lives.
Truly, the only consistent factor in growth for interpersonal relationship is the presence of love. Where love exist, growth is never a problem. Time, is the problem.
We are constantly battling with time, in hoping that we can provide the necessary training within the given time. Thank God though.. that He is in control of the problem. :)
Hmm.. my thoughts are running wild now. Many words came to my fingers yet they all dont make much sense. I think its a body alarm system that Its time for me to retreat.
========= Dawn of a new day ==========
My Weekend...
I had one of the most fulfilling weekend in my entire life... This is my sharing!
In both days, I got to see really beautiful things too! I saw in that in the midst of poverty, though different in our community and personality, wealth, health and everything that’s relatable through our 5-senses... That we can all still connect to one another through love, joy, our smiles, our tears. When painting the ceiling and cleaning up the 68-years old single lady, I cant help but to feel rather empty inside. Its like all the problems in the world doesn’t matter to me any-more as I know I have to help this old lady. And I believe that’s what my team all felt. We ended the work with glad hearts, and there is something in us that simply couldn’t bear to leave the place because there are more that we can offer to help. Boy! I have such a wonderful team. :)
Sunday was very heart-warming too... Seeing maids from different nations, sri-lankan, indian, phillipines, malaysia, myannmar, indonesia.. All gathering together to have a graduation party where all of them can be out of themselves, it was really joyful. Its like you cant help smiling all the way... ;) and the best part, everyone who organized and manage the event are made up of volunteers. Even the sound crew! Somehow, through this event, I experienced a greater joy than the normal laughter from jokes I received from emails, from movies that I watched. Somehow this joy doesn’t only stop at bringing the guffaws out of my mouth, but something is filled within... (Side pt, I remembered watching kung-fu hustle, and watching it in the cinema was really hilarious. I remembered leaving the theater feeling ache on my jaws, and stomach almost cramp. But after all that laughters, I felt rather empty within. It feels like everything in me has been 'laughed-out'...
Such is my weekend. Tiring weeked I must say, physically. But spiritually and emotionally, I had been filled to the brim! :)
>> To rejuvenate this 'almost-dead' blog... Gosh! I Should continue or rather start 'praying' again... :p
The Cross... A symbol of faith?
I was walking to office this morning,
Saw a sleek and sexy Mazda RX-8 I think.. Red, Posh!
2 seater sports car.. and what struck me the most,
A hanging cross, dropped right in the centre beneath he rear-view mirror.
A thought came across my mind that tells me to blog it:
A Representation of Christianity narrows down to the cross.
However, if the cross serves only as a significance of our identity;
Be it hanging on a neck, rear-view mirror or bumper sticker,
Then we have misrepresented the cross of suffering with our own cross.
The original entitlement of the cross;
A luxurious crown of thorns,
Power and fame next to none but the worst criminal.
Held up high, left standing arms wide-opened nailed to the cross.
Friends betrayed, Families abandoned, Supporters back-stabbed.
Such is the luxury of the Cross of Christ...
