It's that time of year once again
That time when people like to spend
Time with family and friends
At least that's the message breakfast shows send
I wonder if people feel rusty and old
Some relationships might've been left damp and cold
Through the year things that time mysteriously stole
Now discovered missing as conversations unfold
Silence 'midst ringing of cash registers and bells
Silent sighs drowned as Christmas choruses swell
Violence on shorelines supposedly quelled
Heat waves aren't friendly but you never could tell
It's that time of year once again
That time that's an excuse for people to spend
Money on their family and friends
At least that's the message advertisements send
Christmas morning, people calling
Churches fill, celebrating the birth of a child
Seemingly irrelevant, traditional and mild
Red-green colour blindness takes over for a while
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
National Training Event 2005 (long post!)
There are lots of different sorts of doors.
Old splintering doors. Doors which look newer than its surrounding house. Painted doors, polished wooden doors. Solid doors, and doors with panels of frosted or stained glass - blue birds, red flowers. Doors with fly screens, doors with security screens. Doors with security screens that can't be seen through from the outside. Doors that open to the left and doors that open to the right. Doorbells: Round buttons, rectangular buttons, brass ones that you have to twist and sound like a bicycle bell. Ones that go "ding dong" and ones that play a tune. Wrought iron door knockers. Doors with no bells or knockers. Doors with Christmas decorations. Door with cobwebs.
Doors that are left open behind screens to let the breeze in. Doors with voices behind them. A scuffle, a shadow of movement. Doors that are opened. Doors that are silent. Doors that stay shut.
Where do I begin? It feels as if I have been away from home for a month, when it was just a bit over a week. I got less sleep than I usually would over the last few days, but came home feeling refreshed.
(Although that feeling of refreshment only lasted until Sunday night, have been very tired these past two days, muscles are aching for no reason, have been sneezing and have a slightly blocked nose. Not sure if it's a cold or maybe hayfever.)
Canberra was a nicer city than I remembered it to be. Fresh air, greenery everywhere, arty architecture, wide roads, sparse traffic. Got to do some touristy stuff during free time, like see the Aboriginal tent embassy, go to the war memorial, the National Museum (which wasn't there the last time I went), drive around the embassies, see question time at Parliament House, walk along the side of the lake and pull the whistle on a steam boat! And it was my first time at the ANU too. They have a nice campus.
The conference part of NTE seems like so long ago now, but it was great to see around 1000 people from all over Australia, and even people from Fiji, gathered in one place to learn from and study God's word. The theme was The Fellowship of the King, and the two speakers, Richard Chin and Richard Gibson did a good job of entertaining everyone by bagging each other out continually in their respective talks. As well as preach faithfully from the Bible, of course. I think a lot of people found Gibbo's third talk the most memorable/challenging - that we are to have genuine, unfeigned, forgiving, self-sacrificing love for others, reflecting Christ's love for us.
There were moving stories shared from people in the mission field- the man who almost broke down in tears when he spoke of his wife's parents being "very angry at what they do"....Esther, the girl who grew up with missionary parents in India...I remember her waist long blonde hair tied up in a plait, her quiet, articulate voice that remained so calm as she shared with 1000 people of how her father and brothers were brutally murdered...But there were also happier stories, like the work of the PSFC (Pacific Students for Christ, I think it was), the student organisation in Fiji - "It's like what's happening in Australia - except it's in Fiji!"...And funny stories - the people who drove across Australia from Perth in a bus that kept breaking down (apparently it happens every year?)
For the mission part, half the people from Sydney Uni went to Belmore, and the other half went to Ashfield, to help out St John's Anglican (which is the church Andrew Katay is at now). I think we all arrived there safely from Canberra, after detours to various people's houses to collect enough bedding for 20-something people, as we only found out we would actually be sleeping in the church hall for the duration of the mission, the day before we came back up from Canberra.
I think we were a bit worried when we heard there was only one shower, and wondered how we would get to sleep in the heat with insects falling on our heads. But it turned out to be alright. I've never been billeted before, but I think camping out with everyone in the church made it so much more fun. The heat dispersed as the cool night breeze blew through the open windows, the whirring ceiling fans chased off the insects (or did they go out with the lights?), there were more than enough air matresses/bedrolls/sleeping bags/pillows for everyone to sleep comfortably, no one snored (until the last night)....and you got to wake up to blinding light streaming through the east windows at 6am in the morning!
But seriously, on that first night at Ashfield, as I lay in my sleeping bag, on top of two bedrolls, on the wooden floor of the church hall, staring up at the rich wooden panelling of the ceiling (which you didn't fully appreciate unless you were flat on your back), I remember thinking to myself, at that moment there was nowhere else I'd rather be. Because I was surrounded by people who I'd gotten to know a bit better over the past few days in Canberra, and who I would get to know even more over the coming few days, as we worked together to put St. John's, which has been in decline for the past 50 years, back into the consciousness of the community of Ashfield. And I was almost excited that I would get to be doing God's work over the next few days, even though at the same time I was anxious, because it would be new and unfamiliar to me.
And the next few days proved to be not disappointing - it was challenging, tiring, self-stretching stuff, but not so challenging that it was unachievable. Even though I felt like a novice at times (which I was), by the end of the camp I felt as though I, we, had accomplished something. Small victories. For ourselves as individuals, and for what we were working for. And hopefully, even though they were so small, they will have a bit of an impact on the church in the long run.
Doorknocking in 30 degree heat - you got thirsty and sweaty. But aside from that, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. In large part thanks to the awesome and very experienced staff worker I was paired up with for most of the time...but yeah, it was a great learning experience. A lot of people weren't home, most wanted to be brief, some didn't speak English, some were nice but uninterested, some bluntly refused, and one or two we held long conversations with. I started out wishing I didn't have to do it, but by the end of the last session, I regretted not having time to do more. So many doors, so many people who didn't know what they needed to hear. So many people who shut out what they needed to hear.
What else did we do...standing at the entrances to Ashfield station at 7:30am in the morning to hand out Christmas quizzes, running a stall outside Ashfield mall on Saturday (and handing out more Christmas quizzes there too), half the people in the team ran a kid's club as well....some people gave their testimony during the services on Sunday, and some of us did an item - we sang/played In Christ Alone during holy communion (which was cool since we didn't have music or lyrics for it and it still sounded good in the end!)
There is so much more I could write about even though this post is now massive...like the possum and the baby possum we saw crawling around the rafters in the church hall, and the crazy sing-a-long with the piano on the last night, and the BBQ that almost went up in flames but the chicken turned out just right...
Sigh. I felt rather sad having to leave on Sunday afternoon, although the other half of me was ready to go home after a long week. There were a few EU faces I was just starting to get to know a bit better, and God had blessed us with such sunny weather for us to do what had needed to be done that week, and we had worked so well together and learnt so much in the process. Until next time. We're not done yet.
Because God's work is never done. As we see on the news, there are so many people who are ignorant of the love of God. We looked at 2 Cor 4:1-6 in one of our team meetings, and it was such a good reminder of what we do...
Doors. The interface between the outside and the inside, where lives can meet. Maybe where lives can be changed.
Old splintering doors. Doors which look newer than its surrounding house. Painted doors, polished wooden doors. Solid doors, and doors with panels of frosted or stained glass - blue birds, red flowers. Doors with fly screens, doors with security screens. Doors with security screens that can't be seen through from the outside. Doors that open to the left and doors that open to the right. Doorbells: Round buttons, rectangular buttons, brass ones that you have to twist and sound like a bicycle bell. Ones that go "ding dong" and ones that play a tune. Wrought iron door knockers. Doors with no bells or knockers. Doors with Christmas decorations. Door with cobwebs.
Doors that are left open behind screens to let the breeze in. Doors with voices behind them. A scuffle, a shadow of movement. Doors that are opened. Doors that are silent. Doors that stay shut.
Where do I begin? It feels as if I have been away from home for a month, when it was just a bit over a week. I got less sleep than I usually would over the last few days, but came home feeling refreshed.
(Although that feeling of refreshment only lasted until Sunday night, have been very tired these past two days, muscles are aching for no reason, have been sneezing and have a slightly blocked nose. Not sure if it's a cold or maybe hayfever.)
Canberra was a nicer city than I remembered it to be. Fresh air, greenery everywhere, arty architecture, wide roads, sparse traffic. Got to do some touristy stuff during free time, like see the Aboriginal tent embassy, go to the war memorial, the National Museum (which wasn't there the last time I went), drive around the embassies, see question time at Parliament House, walk along the side of the lake and pull the whistle on a steam boat! And it was my first time at the ANU too. They have a nice campus.
The conference part of NTE seems like so long ago now, but it was great to see around 1000 people from all over Australia, and even people from Fiji, gathered in one place to learn from and study God's word. The theme was The Fellowship of the King, and the two speakers, Richard Chin and Richard Gibson did a good job of entertaining everyone by bagging each other out continually in their respective talks. As well as preach faithfully from the Bible, of course. I think a lot of people found Gibbo's third talk the most memorable/challenging - that we are to have genuine, unfeigned, forgiving, self-sacrificing love for others, reflecting Christ's love for us.
There were moving stories shared from people in the mission field- the man who almost broke down in tears when he spoke of his wife's parents being "very angry at what they do"....Esther, the girl who grew up with missionary parents in India...I remember her waist long blonde hair tied up in a plait, her quiet, articulate voice that remained so calm as she shared with 1000 people of how her father and brothers were brutally murdered...But there were also happier stories, like the work of the PSFC (Pacific Students for Christ, I think it was), the student organisation in Fiji - "It's like what's happening in Australia - except it's in Fiji!"...And funny stories - the people who drove across Australia from Perth in a bus that kept breaking down (apparently it happens every year?)
For the mission part, half the people from Sydney Uni went to Belmore, and the other half went to Ashfield, to help out St John's Anglican (which is the church Andrew Katay is at now). I think we all arrived there safely from Canberra, after detours to various people's houses to collect enough bedding for 20-something people, as we only found out we would actually be sleeping in the church hall for the duration of the mission, the day before we came back up from Canberra.
I think we were a bit worried when we heard there was only one shower, and wondered how we would get to sleep in the heat with insects falling on our heads. But it turned out to be alright. I've never been billeted before, but I think camping out with everyone in the church made it so much more fun. The heat dispersed as the cool night breeze blew through the open windows, the whirring ceiling fans chased off the insects (or did they go out with the lights?), there were more than enough air matresses/bedrolls/sleeping bags/pillows for everyone to sleep comfortably, no one snored (until the last night)....and you got to wake up to blinding light streaming through the east windows at 6am in the morning!
But seriously, on that first night at Ashfield, as I lay in my sleeping bag, on top of two bedrolls, on the wooden floor of the church hall, staring up at the rich wooden panelling of the ceiling (which you didn't fully appreciate unless you were flat on your back), I remember thinking to myself, at that moment there was nowhere else I'd rather be. Because I was surrounded by people who I'd gotten to know a bit better over the past few days in Canberra, and who I would get to know even more over the coming few days, as we worked together to put St. John's, which has been in decline for the past 50 years, back into the consciousness of the community of Ashfield. And I was almost excited that I would get to be doing God's work over the next few days, even though at the same time I was anxious, because it would be new and unfamiliar to me.
And the next few days proved to be not disappointing - it was challenging, tiring, self-stretching stuff, but not so challenging that it was unachievable. Even though I felt like a novice at times (which I was), by the end of the camp I felt as though I, we, had accomplished something. Small victories. For ourselves as individuals, and for what we were working for. And hopefully, even though they were so small, they will have a bit of an impact on the church in the long run.
Doorknocking in 30 degree heat - you got thirsty and sweaty. But aside from that, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. In large part thanks to the awesome and very experienced staff worker I was paired up with for most of the time...but yeah, it was a great learning experience. A lot of people weren't home, most wanted to be brief, some didn't speak English, some were nice but uninterested, some bluntly refused, and one or two we held long conversations with. I started out wishing I didn't have to do it, but by the end of the last session, I regretted not having time to do more. So many doors, so many people who didn't know what they needed to hear. So many people who shut out what they needed to hear.
What else did we do...standing at the entrances to Ashfield station at 7:30am in the morning to hand out Christmas quizzes, running a stall outside Ashfield mall on Saturday (and handing out more Christmas quizzes there too), half the people in the team ran a kid's club as well....some people gave their testimony during the services on Sunday, and some of us did an item - we sang/played In Christ Alone during holy communion (which was cool since we didn't have music or lyrics for it and it still sounded good in the end!)
There is so much more I could write about even though this post is now massive...like the possum and the baby possum we saw crawling around the rafters in the church hall, and the crazy sing-a-long with the piano on the last night, and the BBQ that almost went up in flames but the chicken turned out just right...
Sigh. I felt rather sad having to leave on Sunday afternoon, although the other half of me was ready to go home after a long week. There were a few EU faces I was just starting to get to know a bit better, and God had blessed us with such sunny weather for us to do what had needed to be done that week, and we had worked so well together and learnt so much in the process. Until next time. We're not done yet.
Because God's work is never done. As we see on the news, there are so many people who are ignorant of the love of God. We looked at 2 Cor 4:1-6 in one of our team meetings, and it was such a good reminder of what we do...
2 Corinthians 4
1Therefore, since through God's mercy we have this ministry, we do not lose heart. 2Rather, we have renounced secret and shameful ways; we do not use deception, nor do we distort the word of God. On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God. 3And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing. 4The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. 5For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. 6For God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.
Doors. The interface between the outside and the inside, where lives can meet. Maybe where lives can be changed.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Too cute...
My nine year old cousin sent me this email...
hi viv
i am on the holidays starting on
December 17. i will be having a holiday party on
December 16. we are going to have games and lots
good food and drinks. i hope that it will be a lot of fun.
i don't have to bring anything to the holiday party, but
i probably have to bring something on the next party or something
bye viv
your cousin
judy chen
PS: i did the Christmas colors because it is almost Christmas
over here in California
Ha! Americans! Almost Christmas over here in California indeed....LOL
Speaking of emails, Yahoo!Mail recently gave us (or notified us of) these avatar things we can play around with...
Found it rather hard to come up with a combination that looked anything like me....no, my bedroom isn't that pink in real life, although it does have pink curtains and is just about as messy...and no, unfortunately I don't have a guitar like that either, although I would really like one...
Actually found it kind of entertaining, it's been a very long time since I've played with "dolls"...
It'd be interesting if in real life you could change your hairstyle or eye colour or skin tone or face at the click of a button....especially the face part...hrmm...
In other news, NTE starts this weekend, hope Canberra isn't too cold! It's going to be an exciting week (so I've been told)!
hi viv
i am on the holidays starting on
December 17. i will be having a holiday party on
December 16. we are going to have games and lots
good food and drinks. i hope that it will be a lot of fun.
i don't have to bring anything to the holiday party, but
i probably have to bring something on the next party or something
bye viv
your cousin
judy chen
PS: i did the Christmas colors because it is almost Christmas
over here in California
Ha! Americans! Almost Christmas over here in California indeed....LOL
Speaking of emails, Yahoo!Mail recently gave us (or notified us of) these avatar things we can play around with...
Found it rather hard to come up with a combination that looked anything like me....no, my bedroom isn't that pink in real life, although it does have pink curtains and is just about as messy...and no, unfortunately I don't have a guitar like that either, although I would really like one...
Actually found it kind of entertaining, it's been a very long time since I've played with "dolls"...
It'd be interesting if in real life you could change your hairstyle or eye colour or skin tone or face at the click of a button....especially the face part...hrmm...
In other news, NTE starts this weekend, hope Canberra isn't too cold! It's going to be an exciting week (so I've been told)!
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
I passed pharmacy practice!
I passed! I passed! No, I more than passed! I got a credit! I got a credit in pharmacy practice! Wow my first credit in pharmacy practice, and at 73 it was nearly a distinction too! 73!
*jumps up and down and goes hyperactive*
Man, imagine what I would have gotten if I hadn't stuffed up my OSCE...
Oh who cares, I passed pharmacy practice!
And I passed med-chem too, not by very much, but who cares about med-chem anyway?
Yay, I got more than a pass in pharmacy practice, what a fluke...heeheeheeheeheehee...
*is high*
Sigh....must calm down, it's just a number after all. And still waiting on everything else.
But I passed pharmacy practice! =D =D =D
[EDIT 8pm Wednesday]
74 in Pharmacokinetics!!!!! o_o O_O Are you serious????? For pharmacokinetics???
=D =D =D
They must have scaled it =)
Wow, God is being majorly nice to me so far...(Is "majorly" even a word? I'm so excited I can't write sentences properly)...man, I almost feel bad cos I know (and He knows) how little work I put into this subject.
This thing with exam marks coming out one by one is so excruciating...cos you don't know when they're going to put it up you want to keep checking....but they seem to be coming out really early this year...??
Wow....sorry...I haven't gotten this excited over exam marks in a while...not over getting credits anyway....it's been a tough semester...
*jumps up and down and goes hyperactive*
Man, imagine what I would have gotten if I hadn't stuffed up my OSCE...
Oh who cares, I passed pharmacy practice!
And I passed med-chem too, not by very much, but who cares about med-chem anyway?
Yay, I got more than a pass in pharmacy practice, what a fluke...heeheeheeheeheehee...
*is high*
Sigh....must calm down, it's just a number after all. And still waiting on everything else.
But I passed pharmacy practice! =D =D =D
[EDIT 8pm Wednesday]
74 in Pharmacokinetics!!!!! o_o O_O Are you serious????? For pharmacokinetics???
=D =D =D
They must have scaled it =)
Wow, God is being majorly nice to me so far...(Is "majorly" even a word? I'm so excited I can't write sentences properly)...man, I almost feel bad cos I know (and He knows) how little work I put into this subject.
This thing with exam marks coming out one by one is so excruciating...cos you don't know when they're going to put it up you want to keep checking....but they seem to be coming out really early this year...??
Wow....sorry...I haven't gotten this excited over exam marks in a while...not over getting credits anyway....it's been a tough semester...
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Glue tertiary group social
Sometimes I wish I was wise. I don't know the standard amount of wisdom a nineteen year old should possess, but an abundant supply of wisdom would come in handy when sitting down to think about things. And I don't just mean thinking about things, I mean, thinking about things (there is a difference).
I guess today a lot of little unexpected things happened. We woke up and it was raining. It was bright and sunny by lunchtime. Someone rocked up wearing a wig. Ended up going to Stanwell Tops instead of the national park. Found a blue-tougued lizard at the beach. Heard someone was in hospital. Nearly got lost driving back from the beach. And we talked about serious stuff in the car on the way there and back. (I'm not saying it's a bad thing it was serious. I just didn't expect it to be.)
What sort of stuff did we talk about....argh, my memory is failing me...ok, I'll just mix in my own thoughts as well...
Do we really rely on our leaders too much? I'd never really given it much thought, how much we rely on them. For what? To give us the answers in bible study? Well, we don't always ask for them, some of them just like to talk =p. To organise KYC, and things we can do to help other people...Are we really that spoon-fed, and we don't even know it? How much responsibility do we take ourselves, growing ourselves as Christians, spurring one another towards love and good deeds...
Are our conversations too shallow? Surely people are deeper than their jobs, courses, exams, what they did during the week. Why do we find it hard to talk about what is troubling us, about our weaknesses in how we are going. Do we not trust each other enough? Two weeks ago in bible study, we agreed that loneliness affects everyone. OK. So where are all the lonely people?
Are we too analytical in the way we deal with God's word... too lacking in emotion? Are we too analytical in our relationships with one another?
The words we speak are here today and gone tomorrow, but their effects can last forever.
Parting comments went something like: "Thanks for the conversations."
"That's ok, you should be having them without me."
Sometimes I wonder if some of our leaders were ever kids.
Brain is feeling rather sun-drenched at the moment. You know that feeling, when you've been out in the sun all day, and then you can't think properly. Often accompanied by feeling salt and sand blasted. I feel like I should think more about these issues and find answers to questions, but it probably wouldn't get anywhere. Discussions with yourself generally never do.
****
Where is the meaning in everything? Did what we do today have any meaning? Did it have eternal value?
I don't think I'm on very friendly terms with reality at the moment. Sometimes I find hanging out with reality a rather excruciating experience. Daydreams are a lot nicer. Completely under your control and can be as complicated or uncomplicated as you wish. You can progress at your own pace and jump back and forth to your own liking. The past and the future are both just a thought away.
This is the curse of consciousness, to be able to dream of freedom while trapped within the confines of reality. Peace with reality is so hard to come by. You think about it too much and it eludes you.
I guess today a lot of little unexpected things happened. We woke up and it was raining. It was bright and sunny by lunchtime. Someone rocked up wearing a wig. Ended up going to Stanwell Tops instead of the national park. Found a blue-tougued lizard at the beach. Heard someone was in hospital. Nearly got lost driving back from the beach. And we talked about serious stuff in the car on the way there and back. (I'm not saying it's a bad thing it was serious. I just didn't expect it to be.)
What sort of stuff did we talk about....argh, my memory is failing me...ok, I'll just mix in my own thoughts as well...
Do we really rely on our leaders too much? I'd never really given it much thought, how much we rely on them. For what? To give us the answers in bible study? Well, we don't always ask for them, some of them just like to talk =p. To organise KYC, and things we can do to help other people...Are we really that spoon-fed, and we don't even know it? How much responsibility do we take ourselves, growing ourselves as Christians, spurring one another towards love and good deeds...
Are our conversations too shallow? Surely people are deeper than their jobs, courses, exams, what they did during the week. Why do we find it hard to talk about what is troubling us, about our weaknesses in how we are going. Do we not trust each other enough? Two weeks ago in bible study, we agreed that loneliness affects everyone. OK. So where are all the lonely people?
Are we too analytical in the way we deal with God's word... too lacking in emotion? Are we too analytical in our relationships with one another?
The words we speak are here today and gone tomorrow, but their effects can last forever.
Parting comments went something like: "Thanks for the conversations."
"That's ok, you should be having them without me."
Sometimes I wonder if some of our leaders were ever kids.
Brain is feeling rather sun-drenched at the moment. You know that feeling, when you've been out in the sun all day, and then you can't think properly. Often accompanied by feeling salt and sand blasted. I feel like I should think more about these issues and find answers to questions, but it probably wouldn't get anywhere. Discussions with yourself generally never do.
****
Where is the meaning in everything? Did what we do today have any meaning? Did it have eternal value?
I don't think I'm on very friendly terms with reality at the moment. Sometimes I find hanging out with reality a rather excruciating experience. Daydreams are a lot nicer. Completely under your control and can be as complicated or uncomplicated as you wish. You can progress at your own pace and jump back and forth to your own liking. The past and the future are both just a thought away.
This is the curse of consciousness, to be able to dream of freedom while trapped within the confines of reality. Peace with reality is so hard to come by. You think about it too much and it eludes you.
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