In Memory of Kimi

A difficult goodbye

To my sweet little fry

Twilight has set upon you.

In my life, you passed by

Became my shadow, my little ally

Your loyal heart steadfast and true.

Little doggy girl, but nonetheless

Your presence I've been blessed

A part of me you've become.

The sight of you lessened my stress

Even when you have made a mess

Darling with a waggly little rump.

Then you laid yourself down to sleep

And the Reaper came to reap

You are forever gone.

Leaving me with memories so deep

You in my heart I will keep

A void where you used to belong.

Kimi

2000 -- 29.11.2012

Charade

I was baking the other day, and due to carelessness ( or over-confidence in my ability to control the oven ), my cake cracked. To cover up the crack, I slathered thick cheese frosting on top, and scattered some chocolate rice. My aunts went 'Ooooh' and 'Aaaah' over it. They just saw the beautiful dressing, as the cracked surface has been painstakingly concealed.

A pimply face, under tons of foundation and artful make-up. Results : porcelain complexion.

A pear-shaped body, concealed under a slim pencil-line skirt. Results : breath-taking figure.

The wolf, dressed in sheep's clothing, instantly looks like a sheep, if you can ignore the long nose and the sharp teeth!

'Dressing' conceals all faults. In certain cases, some people use dressing as an armour to conceal who they really are. An old friend of my mother's, a rich and arrogant old lady, would simply not step out from her home without first decking herself in expensive jewellery and beautiful clothes. And of course, her trusty tube of lipstick is a must. Working girls will spend a bundle on a Coach bag, to signify their successful working status and independence. Managers will splurge on a luxurious car and home. Status. Wealth. Image. Success stories. The confidence that goes with it. The need to appear above others. But reality is carefully concealed behind the successful veneer. The reality of debts, of loans. Of skipping meals to make ends meet. The stress of being unable to match finances with appearances often results in strife, causing havoc to private lives. And yet, most will continue to live deceptively affluent lifestyles. 'Dressing'  gradually becomes quicksand. It suffocates and sucks a person deeper and deeper.

One might also 'dress' one's attitude and public face. Some use different faces when talking to different people, appearing humble and obliging when conversing with the rich, but domineering and superior while talking to the poor. The rich and famous, in an attempt to gain fame as a generous donor, will give to charities amidst flashes from cameras, smiling magnanimously while handing over big mock cheques. Even in churches, the outwardly pious and devout-looking person might not the person you believe he / she is. I knew a woman from my old church. She's the first to volunteer for church work, first in line to the charity box, and always praises the Lord. But it's a different story at home. She bullied her mother-in-law, and in the end, forced the old lady to move from her home. The old lady was frightened of her. No doubt moving out was a relief for the latter.

Facades. Charades. The perpetual care for outward appearances. There will be no rest, as the person is forever on stage in the public-eye, imagining oneself to be forever in the spotlight.

But when we face God at the very end, the curtains are down. The end of the charade.

The Broken Pot

Time flies! My last ramblings felt recent, but it was in fact 7 months ago. It's high time I dust off the cobwebs from my mind then, before they become the new housing estate for spiders. _______________________________________________________

The pot is broken. Fit to be discarded. It is no longer beautiful. It has become a disgrace in a perfect garden, where flowers bloom colourfully in a row of beautiful pots. It stands alone, wretched and blemished. Unloved, its very presence an eyesore.

BUT........
Though broken, it still houses life.
Though broken, it still fulfills its duty.
Though broken, flowers still bloom.
Though broken, plants still thrive.

As long as we don't discard it, cast it aside, it can still offer its protection to the young tender shoots, and shield it from the elements.

God never discards us. Even when we are blemished, cracked or broken, God will never cast us aside, nor leave us in a trash heap. When we fall apart, when we feel blemished and broken, when others shun us and judge us, God is always with us. Like the prodigal son, the cracked and blemished lost son, the Father always welcomes us back with open arms. And secure in his love, we can use our cracks and blemishes as a testimony. Our dismal experiences can be called upon to comfort, nurture and minister others. We can use it to benefit people.

Our conditions might change, for better or for worse. But in every condition of our lives, be it good or bad, we can use it for God. All our successes come from God, We use it to glorify Him. But we can also glorify Him when we fall. There are lessons and reasons behind a fall. And after a fall, do we just wallow in self-pity and waste away, or like King David, we'll repent, stand up stronger and worship God?

Do we become a broken pot in the trash heap, or the broken pot that houses colourful flowers and thriving plants?

CLCP 2nd Anniversary

We recently celebrated the 2nd anniversary of our church. For our brethrens, it has been two fruitful years of growing together in spiritual strength. Two years of praying for each other and pulling each other up. We have faced lots of obstacles, each one a test and with God's grace, we've managed to pass through the obstacles unscathed and emerged spiritually stronger. Some of the brethrens' lives have become testimonies today. Some are fighting an on-going spiritual warfare, while some are still engaged in never-ending spiritual warfare!

But the one who has to walk down a path strewn with thorns is our Pastor Sarah. She has to undergo difficult tests along the way in order to shepherd us. She ministers to each of us with great sincerity and patience. Her spirit is strong, yet humble. Even when she literally vomitted blood for a few months last year, with the strength of the holy spirit, she managed to hold everything and everyone together.



With God's promise and direction, we will continue forward. We are assured that God is with us. Holding onto this promise, we'll move in the direction of 4 gospelization. We will continue to 'circumcise' our hearts with the Word, in order to heal ourselves, cast out our inner demons and rebuild our temples. With individual gospelization within us, we will reach forward to our families. Then the people around us in our daily fields. With the guidance of the holy spirit, we will raise remnants. These will take time, but we will move according to God's time table.

With God's grace, may our church continue to grow, and that we'll continue to grow together with the church.