Notice: Blogger on holiday

Away sunning in Damai Lagoon, Kuching from 27 to 29 November with two lovely couples.

Can you stomach the truth?

Friendlier people have tried to hide their wince whenever I steer conversations to touch upon the issue. Most I've met hate to take part in any of the arguments (a word which is sadly taken by many to bear an equal meaning to quarrels), either because knowing themselves, they fear they would turn hostile as the discussion gets interesting, hence hurting the acquaintanceship (which is a hasty correlation at best), or they really only fear to talk about something they never paid serious mind to.

But it's interesting to see that I was seldom the person determined to bring up the topic. Seeing the flag raised by another, I merely seized my opportunity and refused to let it slip off the conversation before it was amply addressed. When I did choose to take over the helm I did that simply because I've realized that such issues haven't been amply addressed in most cases, and that in turn has damaged our ability to think clearly about really important matters; namely, the perception of right and wrong conducts.

It is not my intention to expound my arguments here and demonstrate an upper hand over people whom I've ever engaged in this kind of discussions with. For the purpose of this entry I only want to accentuate the fact that it is most unnecessary for anyone of us to sidestep the issue as if treading a mine-filled territory. I know many people favor social congeniality over the pursuit of truth. But unfortunately for many (including myself), truth is not always something likeable by virtue of its nature. Unlike what some think, no wrong conduct can be made right or justifiable simply because we like it or hope something good to come out of it.

Truth is tough stuff, both intellectually and emotionally. But without truth that is not subjectively defined life instantly becomes a bondage of lies and delusions; it is the only basis upon which true and lasting freedom is built. And to my fellow believers in Christ: Are we to prize emotional and intellectual comforts above Him who did not spare the ransom to demonstrate to us the truth of our fallenness and to free us for His love?

43 Things

Found this cool site called 43 Things that I can't help sharing with my visitors. You can create and add up to 43 things that you've been wanting to do but never got around to, chart and share your progress with the world, and check out what the rest of the world is up to. An amazing way to strap on and get serious about your life goals while keeping them under the curious and watchful eyes of the world!

With the same 43 Things account you can also add 43 Places to go.

Man, I got to stop sounding like a TV commercial host!

A definition of favorite

fa·vor·ite

adj.

Regarded with special preference; returned to over and over again: she hit the jukebox with her favorite song and wings grew from her heels [syn: pick, preference, shoo-in, blue-eyed boy].

Source: Tin Soldier's Trinket™ Dictionary, 1st Edition (v 1.1.1)
Copyright © 2005 by Toyland Publishing, LLC. All rights reserved.

"Elusive Lady of Love"

The many faces that you wear
The smile on them that shed my cares
Made me think you were really there
Elusive lady of love

The hope you bring when I'm lost
Those gleaming eyes I like the most
All disappeared like a ghost
Elusive lady of love

You promised a better tomorrow
But all you delivered was sorrow
You didn't mean it to happen, I know
Now I trickle teardrops on my pillow

So it is myself that I blame
For playin' this destructive game
From now on heartache has a name:
Elusive lady of love.

"Dusk"

A sleeper wakes to cold sheets
and hushed shadows
longing for a dawn that
hasn’t yet arrived
doubting
if it ever will.

A writing to B on bad dreams

Dear B,

I had bad dreams recently. Not necessarily nightmarish, but it's those rare dreams that disturb you and make you think a lot about what you're supposed to do with your life. I saw myself fervently defensing my faith in one dream I woke up feeling sad about how far that was from reality. In another dream I saw evil manifesting in the strangest of places it broke my heart immeasurably. And I woke up feeling sad once again for how far that, too, was from how I really am in reality.

I watched a good film recently called "The Gathering Storm" about Winston Churchill before WWII began. I'm not sure if that was an actual quote from him, but the actor playing Churchill said of his political ally at his funeral that "People often act heroically before they fully appreciate the dangers that lie ahead. [He] saw those dangers and was afraid of them. But he did what he did in spite of his fear. No man can be braver than that."

I wish at the end of my life something of that sort can be said of me. Maybe I won't ever be brave enough before my life ends in God's hands but I certainly am afraid of the decisions that I have to make. But it's at once strange and wonderful, and it is clearer to me now, how even the tiniest thing one does is tied in directly to one's allegiance to Christ. If that hasn't encouraged brave decisions, it certainly has laid bare the magnitude of our participation in the whole landscape of eternity, which in a divine round-about way encourages brave and right decisions.

Yes God is good.

Yours,
A