This should only take me about two minutes to type..here we go xD...some quotes from around...
- Do not be afraid; keep on speaking, do not be silent. For I am with you and no one is going to attack and harm you because I have many people in this city. (Acts 18: 9-10)
- I want to be a rebel with a holy cause
- The irony of masks is that although we wear them to make other people think well of us, they are drawn to us only when we take them off.
- You can only be loved to the extent that you are known. You can only be completely loved if you are completely known.
- Knowing and loving people is like riding a bicycle. Too much looking down to see how one is doing and whether the machinery is working properly means that one will lose balance and fall off.The thing to do is look where one wants to go and then go! It is better to go hard on a fualty bike than to sit looking at oneself on a perfect one.
- The final stage in any human relationship is the moment when words become an actual hindrance to communication. They get in the way beacuse they cannot express what one wants to express. Only silence can do that. It is not an empty silence but a silence charged with rich meaning like a thundercloud heavy with rain.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
If it...
It’s so easy to get caught up in my own world of happy families, cheery relationships, and good intentions.
Easier still to forget everyone else out there; their wounded worlds, fragile friendships and damaged deeds.
So easy to boil some pasta, toast some bread, write a song, poem or good lyric but it’s easier still to believe black is non-existent in this colourful place.
Yet times like these I forget any good in the world and the blackness seems to reign.
People’s hurts seem to be staining my heart; scarring my trail of thoughts.
I know that I should know this world is black more often than not, and rarely full of only the good and pleasurable but I still can’t understand why things are the other way around – for some and not others.
It’s not fair to be happy. It’s not fair for bad things to happen. So what is fair?
Why do lives start out great but end tragically? Who can understand why some sail through beautiful oceans whilst others struggle to simply stay afloat?... Why some snails are stepped on while others are avoided? Can anyone find fair reasoning to life?
What on earth did I ever do…to deserve my house, my family and my lifestyle?
Perhaps my life’s one performance. A performance of a sad, slow, pensive piece of music. A piece of music that can make some cry and others smile; smiles and tears that can change lives –perhaps ruin others. Who’s going to be clapping for me when I’m done? At the end of my poor performance who will remain sitting faithfully with eyes full of love and a heart full of hope? Won’t they all realise my vulnerability? Won’t my ungrateful, hating attitude be evident enough for all to abandon me?
Will I say “Thank You Very much” or run and hide my face in a scrap of material?
Try picture this… Standing there in a white dress, in the middle of a circle, with rays of light shining and purity singing out. Yet, from every direction the blackness is slowly creeping in. Someone dies – the dress has black paint on its fringes. A sharp word is said – dirt is flung onto it. Someone leaves – a tear appears. Once abandoned – more black paint. Twice abandoned – more dirt. As time goes by, it creeps in… slowly yet surely. The purity slowly ruined; the blackness seemingly taking over. Sitting there weeping doesn’t bother the darkness; the crying doesn’t clean the dirt. It gradually entangles itself into, onto, over and under the pure whiteness…until.. it’s all gone. No more white. Just black. Engulfed. Entangled. And static. A black web – of confusion, thoughts, prayers and misunderstandings.
What if that’s where we’re all heading for? It just happens at different times to different people. Perhaps we’re all heading to a state of total helplessness. The only place of complete surrender – because we have no other choice.
It suddenly gets comfortable. A realization sets in, that loneliness was a lie. Distractions invade – entertainment readily presents itself. It’s too easy to get lost in it. I’d like to think that suddenly, from the dark, dirty place a sudden bright light appears and all of a sudden the reverse takes place…the glorious white takes over the black and all reaches perfection once again.
But… it stays black. Scars are carried; thoughts linger. And this is the hope! Look! That’s all that’s left to do! Eyes soon open to realize what’s being done! The black; the dirt – they’re simply tools. Tools that are carried around day after day. Simply remembering about them may bring pain but using them makes the weight of carrying them around all worth it.
Lord, as my heart breaks for those I cannot help, may you be their comfort. If you can comfort them, then can you bring peace to my heart? Can you show me where and how I can do more? Will you give me a compassionate heart? One that’s sensitive to those around me and to those I cannot see. Let me not become oblivious to the millions of screams I hear everyday. And…Lord if all I can do is pray…may you make me more committed to intercession. To praying for those you love that are being mistreated! Break me. Mould me. Change me………help me
Easier still to forget everyone else out there; their wounded worlds, fragile friendships and damaged deeds.
So easy to boil some pasta, toast some bread, write a song, poem or good lyric but it’s easier still to believe black is non-existent in this colourful place.
Yet times like these I forget any good in the world and the blackness seems to reign.
People’s hurts seem to be staining my heart; scarring my trail of thoughts.
I know that I should know this world is black more often than not, and rarely full of only the good and pleasurable but I still can’t understand why things are the other way around – for some and not others.
It’s not fair to be happy. It’s not fair for bad things to happen. So what is fair?
Why do lives start out great but end tragically? Who can understand why some sail through beautiful oceans whilst others struggle to simply stay afloat?... Why some snails are stepped on while others are avoided? Can anyone find fair reasoning to life?
What on earth did I ever do…to deserve my house, my family and my lifestyle?
Perhaps my life’s one performance. A performance of a sad, slow, pensive piece of music. A piece of music that can make some cry and others smile; smiles and tears that can change lives –perhaps ruin others. Who’s going to be clapping for me when I’m done? At the end of my poor performance who will remain sitting faithfully with eyes full of love and a heart full of hope? Won’t they all realise my vulnerability? Won’t my ungrateful, hating attitude be evident enough for all to abandon me?
Will I say “Thank You Very much” or run and hide my face in a scrap of material?
Try picture this… Standing there in a white dress, in the middle of a circle, with rays of light shining and purity singing out. Yet, from every direction the blackness is slowly creeping in. Someone dies – the dress has black paint on its fringes. A sharp word is said – dirt is flung onto it. Someone leaves – a tear appears. Once abandoned – more black paint. Twice abandoned – more dirt. As time goes by, it creeps in… slowly yet surely. The purity slowly ruined; the blackness seemingly taking over. Sitting there weeping doesn’t bother the darkness; the crying doesn’t clean the dirt. It gradually entangles itself into, onto, over and under the pure whiteness…until.. it’s all gone. No more white. Just black. Engulfed. Entangled. And static. A black web – of confusion, thoughts, prayers and misunderstandings.
What if that’s where we’re all heading for? It just happens at different times to different people. Perhaps we’re all heading to a state of total helplessness. The only place of complete surrender – because we have no other choice.
It suddenly gets comfortable. A realization sets in, that loneliness was a lie. Distractions invade – entertainment readily presents itself. It’s too easy to get lost in it. I’d like to think that suddenly, from the dark, dirty place a sudden bright light appears and all of a sudden the reverse takes place…the glorious white takes over the black and all reaches perfection once again.
But… it stays black. Scars are carried; thoughts linger. And this is the hope! Look! That’s all that’s left to do! Eyes soon open to realize what’s being done! The black; the dirt – they’re simply tools. Tools that are carried around day after day. Simply remembering about them may bring pain but using them makes the weight of carrying them around all worth it.
Lord, as my heart breaks for those I cannot help, may you be their comfort. If you can comfort them, then can you bring peace to my heart? Can you show me where and how I can do more? Will you give me a compassionate heart? One that’s sensitive to those around me and to those I cannot see. Let me not become oblivious to the millions of screams I hear everyday. And…Lord if all I can do is pray…may you make me more committed to intercession. To praying for those you love that are being mistreated! Break me. Mould me. Change me………help me
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
If Behind The Scenes were exposed...
If you’ve ever taken part in a production such as a Soiree, or a musical, or a play or in my case a ballet show, you’d know about the hustle and bustle taking place behind the scenes. The smells of costumes and musty changing rooms; the sounds of excited chatter and people warming up; the fast pace in which everyone’s getting ready and doing themselves up to go out on the stage and be in the spotlight. After days of rehearsals, and hours of run-throughs all that matters are those few minutes, of performing on stage. They zoom past without allowing too much to sink in. As soon as you’re out on stage, time flies and it’s all over and you find yourself at another cast party or dinner, reminiscing about all the rehearsals you previously complained about.
I think our lives are a big stage (I know…talk about cheesy metaphor right?). So much goes on behind the scenes that it’s hard to say someone fully knows us. Think about it. If the audience would have seen the dress-rehearsal of any show they would be shocked. They’re usually horrendous in comparison to the real show (my, a day can make such a difference!) If they knew how many swear words were flung; how many times the same props were taken in and out; and the amount of tears that went into it they’d be gobsmacked…perhaps disgusted. I believe many of us treat our lives the same way. We long to tell people “If only you could know what’s really going on behind the scenes…behind this performance…this mask…you’d be horrified and never come back.” Even though we might not be hiding, there still is that lack of someone who has been through all the things we have to fully understand what goes on in our “Behind-the-Scenes”.
All the hard work that goes into performances may even go overlooked as it is performed perfectly on the night of the show. How we wish sometimes for people to acknowledge our effort and hard work. We long for encouragement after days of trying to pray more and be more patient for example, but sometimes nobody recognizes just how much time we’re putting into helping others, or how many painful memories we’re trying to get rid of just to forgive. It all goes unappreciated.
Other times we’re just glad we can keep those shameful bloopers to ourselves. But it’s a huge relief to know…That there’s someone who has been to every rehearsal; has seen every mistake; has watched every re-run and imperfect dress-rehearsal; was there when our costumes and masks got ruined…and still chooses to be a part of this long performance, also known as our life. God actually wants to be a part of our lives even after seeing every thing we’ve been through and everything we’ve done. It’s because of this that He can truly understand us to our deepest beings.
I promise if I had more time I’d write forever about this topic because performances and recitals, and God and life are favourite topics of mine…but I guess studies don’t permit and I should go continue. So…Blessings to all! Break a leg! Make history with your lives and show others you appreciate them! Don’t be scared to dig deep and invest time in getting to know someone!
*My inspiration came from this song..i put together a simple video with photos of past performances just for the fun of it!Enjoy!*
I think our lives are a big stage (I know…talk about cheesy metaphor right?). So much goes on behind the scenes that it’s hard to say someone fully knows us. Think about it. If the audience would have seen the dress-rehearsal of any show they would be shocked. They’re usually horrendous in comparison to the real show (my, a day can make such a difference!) If they knew how many swear words were flung; how many times the same props were taken in and out; and the amount of tears that went into it they’d be gobsmacked…perhaps disgusted. I believe many of us treat our lives the same way. We long to tell people “If only you could know what’s really going on behind the scenes…behind this performance…this mask…you’d be horrified and never come back.” Even though we might not be hiding, there still is that lack of someone who has been through all the things we have to fully understand what goes on in our “Behind-the-Scenes”.
All the hard work that goes into performances may even go overlooked as it is performed perfectly on the night of the show. How we wish sometimes for people to acknowledge our effort and hard work. We long for encouragement after days of trying to pray more and be more patient for example, but sometimes nobody recognizes just how much time we’re putting into helping others, or how many painful memories we’re trying to get rid of just to forgive. It all goes unappreciated.
Other times we’re just glad we can keep those shameful bloopers to ourselves. But it’s a huge relief to know…That there’s someone who has been to every rehearsal; has seen every mistake; has watched every re-run and imperfect dress-rehearsal; was there when our costumes and masks got ruined…and still chooses to be a part of this long performance, also known as our life. God actually wants to be a part of our lives even after seeing every thing we’ve been through and everything we’ve done. It’s because of this that He can truly understand us to our deepest beings.
I promise if I had more time I’d write forever about this topic because performances and recitals, and God and life are favourite topics of mine…but I guess studies don’t permit and I should go continue. So…Blessings to all! Break a leg! Make history with your lives and show others you appreciate them! Don’t be scared to dig deep and invest time in getting to know someone!
*My inspiration came from this song..i put together a simple video with photos of past performances just for the fun of it!Enjoy!*
Monday, June 1, 2009
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