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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Maybe we're different, but we're still the same
We've all got the blood of Eden running through our veins
I know sometimes it's hard for you to see
You come between just who you are and who you wanna be

If you feel alone and lost and need a friend
Remember every new beginning is some beginning's end

Welcome to wherever you are
This is your life, you've made it this far
Welcome, you gotta believe
That right here right now
Is exactly where you're supposed to be
Welcome to wherever you are

When everybody's in, and you're left out
And you feel you're drowning in a shadow of a doubt
Everyone's a miracle in their own way
Just listen to yourself, not what other people say

When it seems you're lost, alone and feeling down
Remember everybody's different
Just take a look around...
...

Be who you wanna be, be who you are
Everyone's a hero, everyone's a star

When you wanna give up, and your heart's about to break
Remember that you're perfect, God makes no mistakes
D I V A at 10:33 AM
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Saturday, March 29, 2008

"To these four young men God gave them knowledge and understanding of all kinds of literature and understanding. And Daniel could understand dreams and visions of all kinds."

Lord, like the way you helped Daniel and his friends at Babylonian school, please help me too.
D I V A at 5:44 AM
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Monday, March 24, 2008
19th - 24th April, Christchurch



The mother wanted photos. And I'm pretty sure the father, too.

Christchurch was awesome! On the shuttle from the airport to the hotel, everything was picturesque, like a postcard, or a nice movie. The whole town is filled with character, beautiful buildings, nice and friendly people. I had a problem with the bus system, but after solving that bit of problem everything was fine! In fact, it was more than fine, it was great!

Emz and I spent the first two days just being tourists. We went to the arts centre (I bought 30 dollars worth of fudge. They make great gifts!), we were at the cathedral square, we went to the aquarium centre, and we roamed around town. The square was filled with buskers (a saxaphone player! Now that's something I've never seen in Wellington). There was also a petition about Tibet, and a huge chess board. On a good day the square is transformed into a market from Wednesday to Saturday. We had problem finding cheap food, but then we found this little Asian restaurant, and my goodness, they serve the BEST dumplings and the BEST tofu EVER! The most authentic ones since I've been in NZ! Like I've mentioned, the old buildings and the greens gave Christchurch its beautiful character (willow trees were beautiful), and it helps that God was very kind to us by blessing us with good weather!

Thursday night, of course, was Jack Johnson night! We met up with Jordan at the Westpac arena, and we stood in total for 5 hours straight, 6 if you include the time we were waiting for the bus! The concert itself was so, so, so good! He sang some stuff from his new album, but he also sang his classics. I was really happy because he ended the night with "Better Together", my absolute fav! And he sang it during the encore performance, just him and the guitar. The story of GOING to the arena was interesting, and hence my slight problem with the bus system. At that time, we still didn't know where the depot was, so we checked up the bus stop location online, and the online info was wrong. I went out an hour before we were suppose to leave to make sure that we got the right stop, but unlike Welly, where the bus leaflets are everywhere, I couldn't find them in Christchurch. A guy from Starmart showed me the way to the bus depot, and from there everything regarding buses were sweet. So we went on the right bus, at just the right time. (Emz might tell you a different story. Waiting for half an hour for the doors to open in the freezing cold for an artist she didn't like... I was partly happy she was kinda tipsy from the bad wine at that time. Oh the bad wine! That's another story! So many stories!) A nice gentleman showed us where to get off, and then the night began. The night ended with us three getting on the last bus to town. It was God being good again. After we went up the bus (which wasn't that full), we passed by a group of people who were starting their slow walk to town, in the freezing cold.

Friday started by a first-time visit to Every Nation Church, the church that my brother was part of. I felt really welcomed and blessed by the people that I've met there. Met Gloria, Raymond, Ben, Bernard and others there. Great hospitality and really friendly people! We then went to Akaroa and Lyttleton, and saw some of the most beautiful sights. No photography could do it justice. If only human eyes can take mental pictures that last forever. But thats another reason to go back! I wasn't expecting to go that far out from Christchurch, but again, thank God for good people! His blessings were clearly on the trip, and He has taken care of all my needs, and has led me to meet awesome people. Its good to know that the brother is well and taken care off, and he's got potential to grow here.

There are loads more stuff to say, and lots of pictures to show (Check out Facebook!), but needless to say that it was a really memorable trip.

And I'm going back.

Like, real soon.
D I V A at 12:54 PM
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Monday, March 10, 2008
cosmic saturday

Finished: Philip Yancey - The Jesus I Never Knew

The author and preacher Tony Campolo delivers a stirring sermon adaopted from an elderly black pastor at his church in Philadelphia. "It's Friday, but Sunday's Comin" is the title of the sermon, and once you know the title you know the whole sermon. In a cadence that increases in tempo and in volume, Campolo contrasts how the world looked on Friday - when the forces of evil won over the forces of good, when every friend and disciple fled in fear, when the Son of God died on a cross - with how it looked on Easter Sunday. The disciples who lived through both days, Friday and Sunday, never doubted God again. They had learned that when God seems most absent He may be closest of all, when God looks most powerless He may be most powerful, when God looks most dead He may be coming back to life. They had learned never to count God out.

Campolo skipped one day in his sermon though. The other two days have earned names on the church calendar: Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Yet in a real sense we live on Saturday, the day with no name. What the disciples experienced in a small scale - 3 days in grief over one man who died on a cross - we now live through on cosmic scale. Human history grinds on, between the time of promise and fulfillment. Can we trust that God can make something holy and beautiful and good out of a world that includes Bosnia and Rwanda, and inner-city ghettos and jammed prisons in the richest nation of the earth? It's Saturday on planet earth, will Sunday ever come?

That dark, Golgothan Friday can only be called Good because of what happened on Easter Sunday, a day which gives a tantalizing clue to the riddle of the universe. Easter opened up a crack in a universe winding down toward entropy and decay, sealing the promise that someday God will enlarge the miracle of Easter to cosmic scale.

It is a good thing to remember that in the cosmic drama, we live out our days on Saturday, the in-between day with no name. I know a woman whose grandmother lies buried under 150-year-old live oak trees in the cemetery of an Episcopal church in rural Louisiana. In accordance with the grandmother's instructions, only one word was carved on the tombstone: "Waiting"
D I V A at 4:47 PM
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Saturday, March 08, 2008
51 years, 9 months, 4 days

Updates!

University has started and things have been getting really busy. Final year! Gosh! 5 papers, and also currently tutoring 3 classes so that I can earn some moolah. Thank God again for His providence!

My brother is now in Christchurch. It feels good having family in the same country although not in the same city. I've been updating my emergency contact. When the form ask for the relationship between me and the emergency contact, it gives me great satisfaction to put there "BROTHER". I'm not alone in a foreign land!

I'm starting to read more books this year, and I've just finished reading The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory. The book was awesome, and stayed true to history. So when reading the book I'm thrusting myself into 17th century England, watching the Tudor court like a silent observer. Henry VIII, you're one interesting king! Couple of us went and watch the movie. As always the movie will never be as good as the book, but when the movie ended I turned and saw PK with tissue paper at her nose and tears welled up in her eyes, and I turned the other way and I saw Lainey with her head of my shoulder sighing in sadness. We know how everything turned out in the end, but still, it was sad.

One of the trailers that was played before the movie started was "Love in the time of cholera". The tag line for the movie: How long will you wait for love?. The reply: 51 years (I think), 9 months, 4 days.. that's how long I've loved you. And all the girls went: "Awwww.... swoons.." And of course, I'm going to get the book and finish reading it before I watch the movie. The book was written by Noble Prize winner Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and the reviews about the book have been awesome! It's a love novel, and it explores the idea that suffering for love is a kind of nobility. At least, thats what the reviews say. So I'm really looking forward to transporting my imagination again!

I've tried transporting my imagination to the world of accounting, and all I got was this silent, buzzing, black and white screen staring at my face. Once in a while, a bunny rabbit will come and say:"Let's take a short break. Go back to the real world. You're really not understanding anything."
D I V A at 8:51 AM
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