Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Illusionist



Just watched The Illusionist on the flight to Detroit.

It is an animated movie about a struggling illusionist who meets a young lady that believes his magic to be real.

It's a sad story. At least I found it sad. It's the story of a struggling illusions it and the young lady who tags along with him to enjoy his magic and the benefits of his generosity - without her realizing his personal sacrifice, taking on odd and embarrassing jobs, and finding ways to buy her the shoes, coats, and experiences that capture her in the big city. There's I'd more a father-daughter relationship. He the provider and guide, she the dreaming innocent.

She is very grateful for everything. She's a very simple and sweet girl from a more rural part of Scotland, showing kindness to the other guests of the hotel they stay in. But as she enjoys her time with him and his gifts, she remains oblivious to his struggle.

In the end, she meets a nice young guy and becomes his lover. The old illusionist moves on, giving up his bag of tricks, and leaving a letter for the girl that simply says "Magicians do not exist".

She is heart broken but finds solace in her new life with her lover.




He is on a train to who knows where. There's always another adventure.


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

My God Is In Control

Look at the darkness
A silver lining
Dawn is breaking
With perfect timing
So long black night
Good morning light
Greater is He who's for me
Than those who are my foes
High is He who's with me
Even in my lows
Rest my tired soul
My God is in control
Rest my tired soul
My God is in control

Saturday, September 22, 2012

After A Long, Tiring Day

The day has died to tomorrow
Yet my work bleeds to today
One business after the other
One part to play and another
I feel my strength now falter
So I kneel before Your altar
Heavenly Father, bringer of Grace
Help me run this race
Heavenly Father, source of light
Help me not lose sight
- of You

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Ekla Cholo Re

If they answer not to thy call walk alone.
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou unlucky one,
open thy mind and speak out alone.
If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou unlucky one,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone.
If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou unlucky one,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart
and let it burn alone.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Why Do Stars Shine?

I'm ending tonight as I end pretty much every night, with a list of chapters to read, a computer in front of me, accompanied only by my thoughts. Beethoven's Emperor Concerto is filling the room once more. It is truly one of my favorites, especially when the need to rise beyond my current capabilities is pressing. This particular movement of this beautiful piece has calmed me on many a stressful occasion. Some people like to distract themselves from the reality that confronts them. I prefer to face things with faith in God's love and His power, in silent contemplation, and preparation.

With all the work I have, all the transitions, the challenges, the changes, opportunities, and just the foreignness of what I'm going through, I like to be able to cap off the day like this.

High up above me, past my ceiling, the apartments of those who live above me, beyond the draining nimbus clouds, and light years away are the stars. Stars have always fascinated people. I myself have written or drawn a few pieces inspired by stars. One of the more appreciated ones is a poem I wrote entitled Stargazing, that goes:


Sun is setting
Darkness comes
We patiently lie and wait

A blanket beneath us
And soon above us
A vast blanket of stars

And if the day must end
To see the their lightLet night come

So clear and bright
They burn for us
Gone before we see them

Let tonight remind you
So you won't forget
This you should know

That if a star must die
To make your dreams come true
Let mine fall



I wrote that? Yes. In another life.

The point is, the stars. They look so tiny, like tiny dots in this overwhelmingly dark expanse, yet our eyes are drawn to them because they shine. When there are no stars, everything just seems like one big black backdrop. With the stars, the night sky becomes beautiful.

And what makes stars shine? Well, scientifically, Nuclear Fusion. But before I lose you, let me share a simple explanation:

Stars are giant balls of glowing gas. Stars shine because the gas inside them is so hot that a process called "nuclear fusion" takes place. Nuclear fusion is where 2 atoms come together (or "fuse") to form a different kind of atom; this process gives off a lot of energy that we can see as light.
(Source: http://imagine.gsfc.nasa.gov/docs/ask_astro/answers/970304.html)

You're probably thinking, you lost me anyway, but let me try make this meaningful.

What makes stars shine, is the tension within them. When everything inside them starts to come alive, starts to bang into each other and connect, and out of that moving, and hitting, and coming together, is this bright light. And it's so bright that not even night can overcome it, in fact, night emphasizes its brightness.


I like to remember this picture when my conflicting thoughts, emotions, and ideas are at war within me. I like to remind myself that in my struggles, if I do not run away or deny, if I let things bump, and move, and challenge, out of this may come an explosion of light, a light that may illuminate the way for others.

I love how John 1:5 describes light, particularly our Great Light, Jesus Christ:
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Even now, as I write this, I think about the conflict Jesus must have faced in the Garden of Gethsemane. "Father, is there no other way? Please take this cup from me."

What a dark moment in a man's life. The man who had no sin was about to suffer the punishment for all of man's sin. That must have been a terrible ordeal.

But He didn't run. He surrendered. "But Your will, not my will be done."

The darkness could not overcome the light.

In this entitled world, where everyone thinks they have a right to anything they want, this idea of sacrifice and suffering is outdated, yet Jesus showed us the model for setting others free of darkness, in our own darkness, let His will be done. Let God turn your pain, your conflict, your doubt, your fear, your questions into something amazing.

I'm not so convinced I wrote this piece as well as I should, so I may be editing it in the future, but the basic thought I want to leave you is this:

Your dark circumstance is your time to shine. Allow Jesus to illuminate your soul, and discover that when His light shines in your life, darkness cannot overcome it.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Songs for the Death of the Love Song

Something to think about before I post my next article: The Death of the Love Song. I hope we can tell the difference. If we can't, then we have a problem.

When I fall in love it will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun

When I give my heart it will be completely 
Or I'll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.

And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.
- When I Fall In Love by Nat King Cole

-

I'd trade my soul for a wish,
Pennies and dimes for a kiss
I wasn't looking for this,
But now you're in my way

Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?

You took your time with the call,
I took no time with the fall
You gave me nothing at all,
But still, you're in my way
- Call Me Maybe by Carla Rae Jepsen

-

You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me

Can't you see?
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me


You are so wonderful
To me
You are so wonderful
To me

Can't you see?
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so wonderful
To me
- You Are So Beautiful by Joe Cocker

-

This one is for the boys in the polos
Entrepreneur niggas & the moguls
He could ball with the crew, he could solo
But I think I like him better when he dolo
And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on
He ain't even gotta try to put the mac on
He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look
Then the panties comin' off, off, uh
Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy you know I really got a thing for American guys
I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, oh
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F*** I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up
- Super Bass by Niki Minaj






Thursday, September 13, 2012

Sarah Smith

One of my favorite scene from The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis. It talks about an anonymous person on earth whose life was a drop of love that rippled through eternity.

"First came bright Spirits, not the spirits of men, who danced and scattered flowers--soundlessly falling... Then, on the left and right, at each side of the forest avenue, came youthful shapes, boys upon one hand and girls upon the other. If I could remember their singing and write down the notes, no man who read that score would ever grow sick or old. Between them went musicians: and after these a lady in whose honour all this was being done.

I cannot now remember whether she was naked or clothed. If she were naked, then it must have been the almost visible penumbra of her courtesy and joy which produced in my memory the illusion of a great and shining train that followed her across the happy grass. If she were clothed, then the illusion of her nakedness is doubtless due to the clarity with which her inmost spirit shone though the clothes. For clothes in that country are not a disguise: the spiritual body lives along each thread and turns them into living organs. A robe or a crown is there as much as one of the wearer’s features as a lip or an eye.
But I have forgotten. And only partly do I remember the unbearable beauty of her face.

'Is it?... Is it?’ I whispered to my guide.

‘Not at all,’ said he. ‘It’s someone ye’ll never have heard of. Her name on earth was Sarah Smith and she lived at Golders green.’

‘She seems to be ... well, a person of particular importance?’

Aye. She is one of the great ones. Ye have heard that fame in this country and fame on earth are two quite different things.’

‘And who are these gigantic people... look! They’re like emeralds... who are dancing and throwing flowers before her?’

‘Haven’t you read Milton? A thousand liveried angels lackey her.’

‘And who are all these young men and women on each side?’

They are her sons and daughters.’

‘She must have had a very large family, Sir.’

‘Every young man or boy that met her became her son--even if it is was only the boy that brought meat to her back door. Every girl that met her was her daughter. 

‘Isn’t that a bit hard on their own parents?’

‘No. There are those that steal other people’s children. But her motherhood was of a different kind. Those on whom it fell went back to their natural parents loving them more. Few men looked on her without becoming, in a certain fashion, her lovers. But it was the kind of love that made them not less true, but truer, to their own wives.’

‘And how... But Hullo! What are all these animals? A cat--two cats--dozens of cats. And all those dogs... why, I can’t count them. And the birds. And the Horses.

They are her beasts.

‘Did she keep a sort of zoo? I mean this is a bit too much.’

‘Every beast or bird that came near her had a place in her love. In her they became themselves. And now the abundance of life she has in Christ from the Father flows over into them.’"

The Time Has Come to Fly

I pass the graves both old and new
Spread in a garden no longer kept
Trampling on grass, dead flower beds
Watered only when someone wept

There are no dark ghosts, no phantoms
Just a thousand memories
Lost on its way to mind
Evaporated with drying tears

I feel the burdens fall from my back
I feel my role fulfilled
Now I climb this uphill track
I sow in soil untilled

Oh, the former things and former attractions
Barely does compare,
To the coming glories and coming beauty
For those who choose to dare

Oh, this brand new day
Rises on a solitary valley
As most have stayed content
In the dark material alley

So many choose to exalt the "I"
And all the "I" feels
Help me choose to sacrifice
Help me not be like the hungry one who steals

The stairs to heaven
Begin with descent to brokenness
The slope to hell
Starts with the ascent of self

Good bye, so long to pride
Good bye, so long to "I"
Good bye, so long to shackles
The time has come to fly


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Maybe There's A Sunrise

Goodnight
Goodnight my dreams
Elusive so it seems
Murdered in
The icy frozen streams

Hello
Hello full moon
Lighting up my heart
Wandering alone
In a world torn apart

Maybe there's a sunrise
For us
Maybe there's a morning
For us
Maybe this tomorrow
Will be, for us

Lover of My Soul

Lover of my soul
Keeper of my heart
I love You so...

Let me take this time
Amidst this day
To let You know...

Jesus I love You
Don't let me,
Let me go...

A Gentle Rose
My Mighty King
I stand here amazed...

At Your beauty,
Your might, Your majesty,
Your name be praised...

Jesus I love You
Don't let me,
Let me go...



Whatever Your Condition, Seek God

This is a very sweet and brave blog by Abby Asitio. (Please click on her name to read the whole blog.) It's an example of how God can use us, including what many might consider to be a lack, or a weakness, or a sickness, to encourage others. There are many good bits to highlight on the blog, but I want to draw your attention to this part:

"All these questions led me to seek God and pray for wisdom and direction as regards to my condition."

In that one line is the secret to winning over the difficulties of life: whatever your condition, seek God. Pray for wisdom and direction. Our conditions are not merely consequences of our actions and the actions of others, even though we may have had a role in bringing them about. If you see our life's circumstances this way you'll either become proud (because you caused it) or indebted (because someone else caused it) when times are good, or, condemned (because you caused it) or bitter (because someone else caused it) when times are bad.

This is shallow thinking. What is, is. What has happened, has happened. While there will be effects on us, events do not have to define us. With faith in God, we can watch Him turn our weakness into a strength. The difference between those who rise above circumstance, and those who sink in it, is the response. Abby responds admirably by not allowing fear and bitterness to rule in her heart, and at the same time, using her condition to glorify God.

Our conditions, our circumstances, they can be weapons against ourselves, causing us to be prideful or condemned. Or they can be weapons of faith, to fight-off attacks against us and defend others who may not have the strength.

For Abby, her condition is Alopecia, and others may have physical conditions as well. For some of us it is a financial condition. For some of us it is a relational condition. For some it is psychological, or emotional, or some other type of condition. No matter what the condition, whatever we're facing, let's seek God. Let's not automatically proclaim "the condition" as the winner through grumbling and complaining, which are forms of accusation. Instead, proclaim that God is God no matter what, and that His love endures forever. Let us allow our conditions to make us seek Him.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Commentary On This Is Who You Are

From This Is Who You Are.

When one reads this, or the other parts of this series, one may immediately have thoughts of romantic love. Some may remember a name or a face, some a moment or a memory, some a movie or a song, and maybe even a regret. Through the different parts of this series, I had thoughts of all the above. What started as a desire to remind someone else of God's love, has turned into an unveiling of His love for me. This is why it took me so long to write this last part.

To write this, I dug through the pages of my Moleskines and through old posts, as well as looked at the etymologies of the terms I used. Most of all, I immersed myself in the Bible. For most of my life, I saw the Bible as a rule book, a code of conduct. 

I had missed the point. 

The Bible is a love story of the most epic nature. It is the romance of the universe that includes body, soul, and spirit, ultimate purpose, ultimate rejection, and ultimate love that led to ultimate redemption. It is about God's love for man.

Yet, in this infinite love story, is a very personal one. His love for me. His love for David Michael Antonio Bonifacio, despite all my failures, public and private, accidental and malicious. 

Within this infinite love is His love for you too. It is freely given and available to anyone who will receive His gift. Like any gift, you have to receive it to enjoy it. A child can't play with Lego that stays in a box.

Finally, within this love story, is His love for everyone else, and He loves them personally too. This includes everyone we love and hate, everyone we admire and disdain, everyone who supports us and threatens us. This includes everyone. 

"Then why is there pain and hurt in this world?" you ask.

Because we have rejected love for imitations. We have praised independence and are embarrassed by dependence, when love is about surrender. We have become too wise and too practical for love, the wisdom of God, as Victor Hugo reminds us. We have become too materialistic and comfortable, and cannot accept that a life of sacrifice and laying one's life is a worthy one. We have decided that some deserve love, and others don't. In short, we are selfish, and that has always been the problem. 

In a world of conditional love, love will be witheld. In a world where love is witheld, pain and hurt will thrive.

I say "we" because I include myself among the offenders. 

Yet, in 1 Corinthians 13, Paul gives us a model of how to live. "Be patient" He says. "Be kind." and so on. In other words, show love, the real kind.

People ask me question like "How should I treat homosexuals?", or "How should I treat strangers?" or "How should I treat foreigners who intimidate me?" or "How should I treat people different from me?"

Love them. Be patient. Be kind. So on...

"How do I treat irritating people?" or "How do I deal with my rebellious kids?"

Love them. Be patient. Be kind. So on...

"How do I deal with enemies?" or "How do I deal with people who have hurt me?"

Love them. Be patient. Be kind. So on...

And what happens when you've shown extreme patience, extender kindness, and extreme everything on the list?

He ends with this, "These 3 remain, faith, hope, and love..."

In other words, we keep believing that the love we've sown will bear good fruit. That's faith. 

We keep looking forward to that day of love's harvest. That's hope. 

And we do everything again. Be patient. Be kind. And so on... That's love.

Paul understood that love cannot be enforced, as many of us attempt to do. Love cannot be coerced. You cannot threaten someone with punishment so that they'll love you - that's manipulation. You cannot bribe love with blessings - that's prostitution. You can try to explain love, yet you won't go very far. We can't explain the taste of chocolate to someone who hasn't tried it. What more love?

Love must be shown and love must be experienced, over and over, and over again.

Finally, after everything I've written, I've described a person who is completely unlike me. That's the honest truth. Your brothers don't call you Shrek, your sort-of-exes don't call you an atomic bomb, iceman, Henry Higgins, and Oscar the Grouch (among other things), and your friends don't call you a manimal for being loving. 

Yet, again, I have salvation, because I am loved.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Nothing Good Gets Away


By John Steinback. Taken from Letters of Note

"First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had...

... And don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away."

Read the whole letter whole letter.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

I Know You're Here

You woke me with Your whispers
Heard through the singing of the birds
You started with "I love you"
Seen in sunlight streaming in
Down on my knees beside my bed
You lifted up my head
In this empty, lonely room
I know You're here

You take a run with me
Through the already busy streets
I see man and man's creations
Trying to make their ends meet
Yet the vast skies and clouds above
Remind me not to fear
In this solitary path
I know You're here

You spend the day with me
My thoughts I fill with You
And though I'm wounded in the fray
In the battles of the day
By the deeds and words of people
With nothing good to do or say
I'll hope, I'll love, I'll stay in Your grace
I know You're here

You send me a written note
A perfect message within Your Word
"I will never leave you", You simply say
"Now rest and dream away"
And though my strength's drained away
Though my chest remains in pain
In my heart, I'll hope in faith
I know You're here.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Draw Me Close

This song has helped remind me of Who is truly valuable. I am such a small and weak person, and when my circumstances overwhelm me, when the events of each day feel like wave after wave of pounding, I need to step back and be reminded of the message of this song: God is near.

My default prayer during difficulties used to be, "God, please take this away from me." More and more, as I am reminded of the many wonderful things God has done for me, as I credit Him with the glory He deserves and worship Him, when I am truly grateful, I realize that all of these blessings, all of the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, nth chances, all of the miracles and beautiful experiences, came into my life because of Him. My prayers have become more like the words of this song, "Help me know You are near."

These blessings did not come because I matured. Those closest to me know I can be very immature.

I did not level up to a place of wisdom, where my right decisions has led to a secure and abundant life. I have way more wrong decisions than right.

These did not come from the good I did to others, whatever little good that is, the sins of my heart, mind, and hands, are greater.

The beautiful things in my life are here because of God's love. When a good, kind, patient, and generous God loves you there's no need to fear. When I forget about that I get shaken. So I'm grateful for this song and for the beautifully rendered reminder: God is near.

 

Friday, September 7, 2012

The Burning Lights Above Me

I cannot see the constellations
Yet my blindness does not erase
The burning lights above me
Beyond time and infinite space

I do not have the answers
Yet my hope is not replaced
It stays fixed where it is anchored
In the love my heart was raised

I hold none of man's assurance
Each turn has been disdained
Yet I'll trust His Word, His Promise
That my steps have been ordained

I lie as if I'm dying
I sleep in my own tears
Yet I'll wake to blessed mercies
Perfect love casts off my fears

Think, Pray, Love

On social networks, particularly Facebook and Twitter in the Philippines, is a proliferation of inspirational quotes and "feel good" messages. I think the use of mainstream media channels to communicate more positive messages is a wonderful thing, especially, since one of the ills social scientists and observers have seen with our social media generation is our withering ability to critically filter what we see online.

Inspiration is a great thing, but we have a problem when we are more moved by inspiration than conviction. We become unstable.

There is an uncritical impulsiveness to our social media habits in general. We respond to stimuli, such as a 5-star rating, a well-placed link, an attractive visual, and a fuzzy-feeling inside us by quoting, retweeting, linking, reading, sharing, and believing, without thinking through some important details such as:

1. The Context - The context of a message is soooo important. There are many great ideas that won't work today or are not applicable to our specific context. Taking something out of context destroys the intended meaning of that idea.

2. The Credibility of the Speaker - Just because something sounds good, doesn't mean it is good. We read or hear something and because it "feels" good and it "seems" to resonate, doesn't mean it "IS" good. It's like having an uncle who never keeps his word, no matter how eloquently he proposes his inspiring idea, we already know it doesn't mean much because he's not credible anyway. A lot of the quotes and ideas out there are not credible no matter how nice they sound simply because the person who thought of them is not credible. Before we drink the intellectual Kool Aid out there, let's look at who prepared it first. We never know if he mixed it with his finger after scratching his balls.

These first two items can be summarized into one word: THINK. Don't just react. THINK, THINK, THINK.


3. The Condition of Our Hearts - I've seen this in myself, when I'm angry, certain messages resonate better with me. When I'm happy, another batch works better. When I'm sad, another batch too. Depending on the condition of my heart, certain messages hit me differently. I need to resist the impulse, the automatic response, to define my world based on my current condition. I need to humble myself, step back, and say, "God, what do YOU want to tell me? There are all these confusing messages coming at me, and my heart, my emotions, have me confused. Please help speak to me through the clutter?"

This is simply called prayer. We take our life's experiences to God - NOT to our impulses.


4. Our Calling - We are called to love one another and to build each other up. Here's a good guide for whether what we see online is worth reading, believing, or sharing:

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. - Philippians 4:8


There you have it: Think. Pray. Love. I know it doesn't sound quite as appetizing as the more popular Eat, Pray, Love. But I hope you will take these  into account as you explore the many many amazing worlds of the Internet.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Bully In Us

Bullying at any level, in any setting, by anyone is wrong. We are guilty of this in our own way at times, especially when we are defending a position we believe to be correct. We can stop bullying by first stopping the bully in us. How? By treating others better than ourselves even when we disagree (Philippians 2:3) and showing people what the Bible calls "a more excellent way", the way of love (1 Corinthians 12-13).

Having a conviction (such as, Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life) is important. We all need to be convinced of what we value. That's what a conviction is. But there is a difference between living out that conviction (ex: because Jesus is the way, I will seek Him no matter what), and bullying people who do not hold the same conviction (example: I will hurt you because you don't believe in Jesus).

When we belittle the opinions of others, especially the differences on our most cherished beliefs, when we put undue pressure on others to think like we do, see what we see, and believe what we believe, and when we hurt, diminish, or exclude others because of what we believe to be an inferior or "wrong" position, we are guilty of bullying.

I myself was repenting on intellectual bullying while reading more on the topic. Just because we know more, or think we know more more (which isn't always true anyway), doesn't mean we can condescend, be sarcastic, or belittle.

Just because we belong to a "cooler" group does not mean we are better. Many times, from my observation, it simply means we are willing to kiss ass more and has little to do with how right or wrong we really are.

Just because we have more money, or have friends with more money, doesn't mean we can "own" or "afford" people. Being richer affords us more things, but it doesn't make us better, and it does not make us intrinsically more valuable.

Just because we feel we are more spiritual, doesn't mean we can act that way too. Religious bullying contradicts our professed spirituality and faith. Just because we believe we are more moral, doesn't mean we can respond in uncontrolled anger, pride, and impulse.

"Even when we're right?", we ask. Yes, especially when we're right. Because if we are truly right, then why are we ruining what's right by communicating it in a way that's wrong? If we say, "So that people will get it."

My answer to that is: Is the wrong way of getting a message across the right thing?

We know that the answer is no. People in business know that the medium of communication or the media is also critical. Without the right medium, the message won't be heard. If someone stood on a soap box with a megaphone and shouted at you to buy Mercedes Benz would you buy it? Most probably not. If you saw a beautifully-shined car, in a beautiful showroom, with respectable people patiently explaining the intricate beauties of the car, would you buy it? Most probably, yes - if you can afford it, and if you choose to.

I'll write more about my visit to the Mercedes Benz showroom, but my point is simple: Let's not ruin the message with the wrong medium.

God gave people choice. Hard-selling, bullying, is the worst way to influence our generation nor the next generations. We hate it when someone hard-sells products to us, what makes us think others enjoy it when we shove our beliefs on them? They don't.

There are two main reasons I realized why I needed to humble myself and write this:

1. I don't know it all. I don't even know most of what can be known. And because I don't know it all, who am I to condescend? Who am I to oppress those who believe otherwise? And let's say I truly know the way of loving God and loving others, which is the faith I profess, am I truly motivated by love if my methodology fails the 1 Corinthians 13 filter? 

No. It is a contradiction.

I've been reading a book called Systematic Theology by Wayne Grudem, articles by Martin Luther, Ulrich Zwingli, Augustin, Aquinas, Timothy Keller, Peter Kreefe, John Piper, and even looking into their historical context and personal life, and it's been such a fascinating journey. It highlighted how much I don't know on God, on what I believed the Bible to be about and how wrong my interpretation was on certain topics.

It showed me the importance of humility in true learning and growth, spiritual and intellectual humility, to be open to God correcting my way and my paradigm, and not to be like the leaders who were once at the forefront of amazing discovery, who then rested on the belief that all there is to know about a topic has been exhausted, stopped growing, and became part of the mass of oppressors.

How do we know if we're part of the oppressors? Simple, is someone oppressed because of our words and actions? If yes. We're an oppressor. Oppressors never discover anything new. They merely make it hard for the discoverer, not realizing that in the process the discovery is refined.


2. The more important motivation to remind us of the example of Christ.

Despite man's incessant and ill-fated attempts to control and box His greatness and Lordship in a set of behaviours and actions, it continues to shake the hearts, minds, and institutions that are not standing on Christ-crucified. Even the historically wisest men of Christianity did not agree on every single interpretation, neither will we. Yet, here we agree on, Christ died for us because He loved us. 

While we may have different interpretations on His teachings, we are clear on His motivation: love and His actions: the fruit of love.

To be a Christian means to live a life that follows what Jesus did. Jesus lived what the apostle Paul would later call a more excellent way: the way of patience, kindness, of not envying, of not boasting, of humility, of honoring others, of putting others first, of not being easily angered, and of forgiveness. It is the way of protecting others, especially the vulnerable such as the poor, the very sick, the widows, the oppressed. It is the way of hope and perseverance.

It is the way of love.

And it is the way of choice. What do I mean? That's another article.

Conclusion: I am so grateful to Jesus for His love. That despite the infinite disparity between His greatness and my shortcomings, He did not choose to condescend and condemn, but chose to love, and because of that love, die for me. If Jesus, who is justified to punish us, chose to love us, who are we to punish those different from us?

Monday, September 3, 2012

Justice is Care for the Vulnerable


From Timothy Keller's post What is Biblical Justice?

This is why, if you look at every place the word (justice) is used in the Old Testament, several classes of persons continually come up. Over and over again, mishpat describes taking up the care and cause of widows, orphans, immigrants and the poor—those who have been called “the quartet of the vulnerable.”

In premodern, agrarian societies, these four groups had no social power. They lived at subsistence level and were only days from starvation if there was any famine, invasion or even minor social unrest. Today, this quartet would be expanded to include the refugee, the migrant worker, the homeless and many single parents and elderly people.

The mishpat, or justness, of a society, according to the Bible, is evaluated by how it treats these groups. Any neglect shown to the needs of the members of this quartet is not called merely a lack of mercy or charity but a violation of justice, of mishpat. God loves and defends those with the least economic and social power, and so should we. That is what it means to “do justice.”

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My Thoughts
As I read this article, in my pride, I made a mental list of the institutions and associations I am a part of that address societies needs, then I had a thought, "What am I doing on a daily basis to serve the vulnerable? What is David, not the member of an association, but David, the person wanting to follow Christ's example, doing for the vulnerable?"

I need to have an answer to this.

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I encourage you to read the whole article.