Youngest kid of six with an inferiority and black sheep complex, but determined that God saves not just his soul to heaven but the remainder of his manic-depressive life, so others won't say he became a Christian and remained a jerk.


On identity
i won't be transparent before i'm opaque. and you'll get to know me starting from the small things: who my favourite bands are. what kind of movies i like. who are my heroes.

On Christianity
I’m convinced that when confronted with sincere, real love, the Jesus factor will become obvious. But let’s not plant the cross before we carry it. I’m not trying to con you.

On dreams
Some dreams are meant to be achieved. I know that. But maybe other dreams are meant to drive us, privately. Never known to anyone but ourselves.


On melancholy
It is a sadness that, when choosing between crying and sighing, will choose sighing. I'd almost say that melancholy is being sad about sadness itself.

On memory and nostalgia
It saddens me when life moves forward and people decide that certain things are worth forgetting.

On language
I've learnt that the word irregardless is filed as a non-standard word in the English language. That's a lexicographer's way of saying it's not a real word.

On politics
Crowds are fickle things. So when we stand in the thousands and cry against the present government, do we know who we're actually crying for?

On society
People always want the best for themselves. But I want to sometimes take second or third or fourth best, just so that the loser down the road doesn't always have to come in last. It must feel like shit to always come in last.

On growing old
Leasehold property make me feel sad. It doesn't matter how old the family photos are that you put on your wall. It's your family but it's not really your wall.

On philosophy
I ask you, if God loves everyone, and if God is also incapable of loving evil, how can there be such a thing as an evil man?

On a daily basis
One line quips, like this.


Monday, June 01, 2009

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they shall be filled.

when i seriously get into a piece of work, i tend to forget everything else. i forget that i need to sleep. i forget that i need the loo, or to shower. and i forget to eat and drink.

maybe that's a bit like the beatitude.  

because when we seriously get into the business of life, it's easy to forget about righteousness. it's certainly easy to not hunger and thirst for it, like how we hunger and thirst for food. hunger and thirst for food is habitual. it's routine and repetitive, and in a span of one day, we are physiologically reminded of it three maybe four times.

but righteousness is not like that, is it? who among us has a spiritual pop-up that reminds us, on a daily basis, that it's righteousness time?

yet, the beatitude is instinctive and daily. it's not implying something seasonal, or in spurts. godliness is an everyday thing.

blessed are those who long for godliness every day. they will have a meaningful life.

i'm amazed at the nourishment metaphor. jesus once said "my food is to do the will of him who sent me". that's his food. that's what he hungers and thirsts for. it's what nourishes him. fills him. satisfies him. satiates him.

sustains him. 

doing the will of the father. that is food. like clockwork. hunger and thirst.

blessed are those who feel the need for God's work. they will never run dry. 

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