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a broken heart is never fun


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Now playing: Coldplay - What If
via FoxyTunes

The Assumption of Mary

Today was the Assumption of Mary celebrating the passage of Mary, the mother of Jesus, from earth to heaven. I'd never heard of this before, but was encouraged by the reflection based upon 1 Corinthians 15 stating that "If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.", but that it's NOT so, we do have hope beyond this life, and that hope, which is the same as so many others who have passed before us, is not futile.

The reflection asked us to think of speaking to Mary, what would we ask her? What would we ask other people that have died, who would we want to speak to? What were our thoughts on death?

It was interesting pondering as I've always had a bit of an abhorrence of death - I like living. As much as I can grumble I don't want to die, and I certainly don't want my friend or family to... but again, it comes down to trust. Faith. Hope. We are not to be pitied, and my hope in Christ and life beyond this living is not futile - I don't understand it, I don't know what it will be like, but I do believe in it.

In other news I've just spent the past 4 hours renewing my CV and writing my first real (i.e. addressing selection criteria) job application in 5 years! Aiyahh... Back to the real world soon!!!

I love Widgets!

I was on a website today and saw the following widget:

http://babystrology.com/tickers/

A Baby Ticker!! Just so all your friends and family can know just how developed your bub is and when it's due... how cool is that!

I did find a link to further widgets so stay tuned for an updated blog page! Great for moments of procrastination where I'm sick of packing!

I'm Published!!!

For the first time ever one of my photos was requested for publication today!

While it's only on the slide-show on a small story in NowPublic, it was still quite cool to be asked for permission to use it.

In other news, I'm leaving Hong Kong in 3 weeks, I've yet to book my ticket, my mom might be coming over to help me (YEAH), and I have much more than 3 weeks worth of work to do.

Googling

I hoped to get a bit more sleep last night after working the day, alas, it was not so! 3am dawned and by 4 despite my mind's protestations I was wide awake.

The result after some productive newsletter folding was this:

"Elizabeth Grace Shaw was born on 16 May 1904 in Floyd County, Virginia. She died on 4 Nov 1971 in Madison County, Alabama."

3am thoughts

Since arriving back in Hong Kong on Friday I've been wide awake from about 3am each morning. As my mind is in overdrive I've found myself listening to sermons or surfing the web to pass the time (although this morning I've almost finished my final newsletter which was quite productive).

In my late night web browsing I've found myself once more disheartened by disillusionment as I've read articles and news sites on all manner of topics, but primarily current events and Hillsong. I was reminded by Uncle Phil's blog though as he quoted Bonhoeffer that we are all sinners, and so to judge anyone is not only wrong (after all God should be the only judge) but often hypocritical.

So... with that in mind, and the thought that I stand on the knife edge of hypocrisy, I share with the www that I don't like main stream happy clappy Christianity. I identify with the words of Geoff Bullock where he says:

I’d like the word worship to go out of our vernacular and that (instead) we would enjoy our musical arts as an expression of faith, an expression of celebration, a creative expression of grace but when we thought of (God’s) outworking in our lives, we thought of rolling our sleeves up and getting committed to physically meeting needs and to loving people and accepting people and allowing God to reveal Himself to them...I’d love to see an inclusiveness where this whole culture was broken down. I’d love to hear people sing but not striving to have a spiritual experience in it

I love to sing and praise God in that, but I'm not a fan of worship per say any more in the P&W sense. I don't like being judged on my performance in Christianity, I don't think we should be, although it's all to easy to fall into this trap. How loud we sing, if we pray out loud, outward indications of an inward relationship to which only God can really see.

In reading through many articles, I've paralleled the time with listening to some sermons by Malcolm Smith on Christ's grace and acceptance (the specific series I'm listening to is entitled "spiritual burnout - the road to recovery"). In this series he states that we must take a serious look at our belief system, and that the promises of the Gospel are incapable of burnout. Looking through the Epistles of Paul, he speaks of a key phrase that runs throughout and that if you were to take those phrases out, there would be very little left in Paul's exposition of the Gospel, with the one that puts it most succinctly being Ephesians 2: 4-7 (I've included a bit more):

But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast.

He speaks on how our relationship with Christ should be founded on these words. Never in what we do, but always coming back to how we are in Christ Jesus, and the blood covenant he made for us. He goes on to expound on these words and how there is nothing that we have as a believer, except in Christ, and from that outworks our Christianity.

I guess listening to him I feel fairly overwhelmed, reasonably confronted, and in some ways simply angry. I know I'm in the process and have been for some months of experiencing the wonder of Grace, but it's a scary thing to know that there is NOTHING that I can do myself. That we must Trust and Obey, and there really is no other way.

I find myself confronted as I know I haven't been living in Christ's mercy and grace nor outworking that in a true sense (although thankfully Christ has still worked through me regardless of my motives or inner fears). I find myself overwhelmed by the attitude shift and change I want to go through, but scared because it becomes much more about trust then works, and fear has become a friend that I need to say goodbye to. I find myself angry because of teaching which is and has been so prevalent that many of us who have been in the faith for so long might not even have the basics right.

A couple of months ago I came across this verse in John 6 and have been really encouraged by it
on many occasions, I find it once again applicable to my thoughts:

28 Then they asked him, "What must we do to do the works God requires?"

29 Jesus answered, "The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent."

I think that verse just about sums up my pondering this morning.

Tea Tea Marvellous Tea

I'll be leaving HK in early September and as such have started to pack up 2 years of ... well, life!

I began the process this morning by sorting through my tea tins and making bags for girls on the team I work with (thinking of having a tea party of some sort time allowing). I counted my teas during this endeavour and they added up to 38!

How Delicious!

Simpsonize Liz!

Have you ever wondered what I would look like as a character on The Simpsons? Never? Not even once?
D'oh! Well, anyway, I would look like this:

Friendly Faces

I went out this morning to stock my fridge and bumped in to some very friendly faces. After a night with intermittent sleep following a transit period of over 27 hours which left way too much time for my overly analytical mind to obsess on issues it was a surprisingly pleasant thing.

And a "shout out" to the Lady Ads bearing thanks for interest in this blog and the thoughts of somewhere smiling :)

Back in my flat

Two weeks away it feels like the whole world should've changed
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch sunset
(Dido: Sand in My Shoes)

Photographic Evidence

We spent the weekend in Philadelphia and I must admit that never in my life have I enjoyed such luxury. The Rittenhouse Hotel was by far and away the most exceptional establishment it's ever been my experience to enjoy, and after wining and dining the weekend away I'm sure to have gained some weight, especially from the outstanding brunch we had at Lacroix where every bite was a delight.

After taking the train down Friday, Michelle, Cathy and I went to the township of Manayunk to enjoy the shopping there. While I didn't purchase anything it was fun to have a "day out with the girls" looking at and trying on various fabulous designer clothes. Relying on public transport, we had to wait for our cab to pick us up again later in the day (when he dropped us off he said we weren't likely to get another taxi easilly, so he could return at 6 - and thankfully he did as we would have been stuck without his help), after which we returned to the hotel and relaxed before heading out for the night. Unfortunately, Ian was held up in town with work and traffic but joined us later at Bookbinders. I ate a really lovely halibut fish caught not 24 hours earlier and a snapper soup (that's turtle!). We then headed back to the hotel for drinks at the bar and ended up closing out with the bartender and manager. A very enjoyable evening which I can honestly say I've not done anything like before. It was a fascinating thing to talk to complete strangers and be able to have genuine dialogue and connection (or watch this) with people of such varying backgrounds. There is so much I can learn and I really appreciated this interaction.

The next morning after a delightful sleep-in I went to the in-house gym and after mucking about on some of the state of the art machines decided to just float in the pool. Very few things beat floating :)

Ian and I headed out then to check out the historic sights and managed to get standby entry for free into the Independence Hall tour. I hear Ian talk so much about "freedom" and the right every person should have in this country to bear arms or live however they want. I admit I certainly didn't understand the context of his philosophy until this weekend. As an Australian, we never had a bloody war to fight for our independence. Yes, we had wars that we joined and an amazing ANZAC heritage of which I am truly proud, but never did farmers and soldiers join together to bear arms to change the constitution and rulership of our beloved home. America has, and did so on the basis that they didn't want to be told how to run their country by the English. Considering this heritage, the belief in the right to bear arms (even to fight against the government of the day should it not seek the best for its people), and the right of freedom of choice that these pioneers fought for, it is scary to witness the current state of politics here. The power is not with the people, but instead with a few which choose to limit the freedom of choice and decision that this country was founded upon. It was an understanding which I'm thankful for, but one that is disturbing to gain.

We headed to Chris's Jazz Cafe later that night after eating a HUGE meal at Smith and Wollensky's - the biggest steaks I've seen in my life (honestly - no veg on the plates.. just a chunk of meat). I've never heard much of Jazz, and I can't say what type of jazz I like in terms of categories.. but I liked the music that night and would gladly hear it again.

Worshipping at the Church of the Holy Trinity was also a service to remember on Sunday morning. A picture you can view here indicates the beauty of the interior, and I was blessed by the writing over the artwork "to the glory of God the Father, and to God the Son, and to God the Holy Ghost". To see a created work such as that and to in the viewing be reminded of the Trinity was a reminder not only of his gloriousness, but also of a sermon I heard 2 years ago that echoes in my head today - reminding us to work for the Glory of God, and how great he is. When men build structures to the glory of themselves through architecture to hold houses of finance, or real estate, or industry, people used to build cathedrals to be the house of God in that vicinity, to the glory of His name. The sermon was exceptional and I'm thankful for that time of fellowship.

I recognise that this has been a bit more of a diary entry of events over the weekend, but it keeps people in the loop and you can always email me or leave a comment if you want more info!

You might by this stage be wondering about the title of this blog though.. no photos yet? Well, I did take some but not too many as I've lost a bit of confidence in my camera recently after some photos with horrid lines through them (thankfully none in this batch though), and one of my biggest regrets from this trip was the lack of photographic evidence. Thankfully though, I came across this Flickr site which has many of the photos I would have loved to have taken - and with a great deal more artistry. Check it out, especially the Public Art set which is likely what I would have focused on (I do love bronze statues).

Back to Hong Kong this week after the holiday (experiencing holiday blues at the moment... I so don't want them to end!). I'm so thankful to God for making these past two weeks possible, and especially the family I'm staying with for all the extras which have once again exceeded my wildest imaginations.

What's Love Got To Do With It?

Yesterday I had the real pleasure of going to Sight and Sound's production on the Psalms of David, the most pleasurable aspect though, was not in fact the show, but rather mocking it with Michelle during and after.

At the intermission, she asked what I thought and to begin with, all I could think of was "culture shock". It was consumerist to the core and right from the beginning the desire to profit was evident. The prelude to the performance was a run through on each of the shows, and an invitation to "buy two of everything" at Noah's Ark Store (Click and then go to View Movie to see for yourself).

The first Act was interesting, with some scenes being reasonably enjoyable, a ballet dancer was very talented and there was a flautist who I really enjoyed - the rest though was tacky to the core - right from the Goliath whose arms bobbed on springs (hilarious) to the one particular actress whose exaggerated expressions were almost as nauseating as the scene where the African American slave Ezra talks how he managed through the tough times by reading his bible, or the inconsistency in morality between the ballet dancer wearing pants (not tights) under her skirt whilst in another scene the good Christians of the time preforming the Can Can...

The final straw though was when in a mistaken act of patriotism, the choir wearing blue robes walked reverently towards the cross draped in red and white. There was no mistaking the underscoring view, nor the desire to fleece more pockets on many future occasions, after all we were encouraged "why not make The Miracle of Christmas a family tradition?".

There was the obligatory alter call at the end of the production (for people to see the Ushers if they wished to make a commitment), and I have no doubt that some were truly impacted (the gentleman 2 seats down from us for instance was evidently worshipping in raising his hands on numerous occasions). I however, left the theatre wondering WHY? What was the purpose of this show? Was it to encourage the converted or was it some sort of evangelism? Call me cynical but when we exited out of the parking lot and drove 500 meters down the road to the Millennium Theatre (a 2,000 seating theatre with a 300 foot wrap around stage) which incorporates the largest moving light system on the East Coast of America, all I could see were $ signs.

I don't regret going, but I'm still wondering, "What's Love Got To Do With It?"

For another view please read: Charisma Magazine which interviews the founder of Sight and Sound

And if you're wondering, I'm having a GREAT holiday, just needed to expel the fundamentalist kitsch out of my system... perhaps exaggerated by pranging Ian's car today :(

The quandary of Trust

I’ve had a great couple of weeks since I last blogged, but have found myself confronted by the issue of Trust.

It seems to be a continuing theme lesson in my life, and one that’s rather exciting to work through as in reality, God who my trust is in is really always faithful – although it may not seem so at the time with his end goals often justifying the means through which He works.

I was in a group last fortnight where we were discussing young people in the Bible who had made a difference. We were supposed to choose one, and develop the theme with that person. Our group however ended up doing “a collage of trust”, with each person speaking out someone who trusted, and is known today due to that trust.

The Widow’s sons – The two boys in 2 Kings 4 who went around their village collecting empty jars for their mother to fill with oil. Certainly they understood the importance of the situation, and in that they trusted their mother and the prophet to go to every neighbour and get jars to be filled.

Hadassah (Esther) – Her trust in Mordecai and God, within exceptional circumstances as a young girl in the King’s palace.

Mary – someone shared that they were astounded recently when they heard that she would have only been 13 years old or so and not only trusted an angel and God, but also her betrothed and aunt, Elizabeth

The boy who gave up his lunch – for which Jesus used to feed 5,000

David – who as a young man used his tools of choice, being a rock and slingshot over Saul’s armour, trusted in his skill and his God to achieve the victory. David also trusted God in the timing of when he was to become king, when he could have taken it by force many times.

Hannah – who gave up her long awaited son as a gift back to God, and Samuel who said to God, “speak”

The list could go on and on, yet, even with this heritage, I confess I often waiver in my trust. I’m thankful that God is always faithful though, and he IS worthy of my trust. Other people are too.

I think it can come down to praying to God for His will to be done, not mine, and not anyone else’s.

His Will.

In that I also must place my trust, which means knowing more of his character. If God is Love, then I can and should trust him. If he did invent the concept of Grace, I would be foolish not to. I can’t control God, I should trust him, and I shouldn't commit the witchery of praying for my will over his.

What a journey we are on : ) What an Adventure!

Snow, Wind, Smoke, Bubbles, and Rain... all in one night in Hong Kong

Yes, it is true, in the course of one evening I (and others) experienced Snow, Wind, Rain, Bubbles, Smoke... and Perfume. Where you might ask? (Thinking especially of the snow). When I went to watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix!

We went to a 4D cinema located out near the airport, and it was such fun! We had smoke when the fireworks went off, wind when we were flying through the sky, perfume when someone sprayed excess amounts, snow and rain when the elements dictated, and bubbles to finish off the movie!

The movie itself was ok too : )

The screen also had more depth, but no red and blue glasses were required.

I'm a little intrigued though as to what the effects for Die Hard 4 will be when they start to show it later this month.

... I wonder if Toowoomba will get one?

Love and Vulnerability

Just before I left, my best friend Lynda gave me this quote. I look at it often, and it still resounds with me. I'm inspired to share it here as it encouraged a friend of mine today and it might encourage others.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

- C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves (1960), 138-39

WOW! Many letters!

It has been far too long since I last blogged, and while I have drafts written, just had to share on the plethora of letters I have just received from home!

I'm sooooo blessed by this HUGE pile and am looking forward to getting home and reading them!

(and thanks to Mom who I think organised these :)

Poor old shoe

I put on my trusty sandles this morning on my way out the door to go for a swim, and found to my shock and horror they'd broken! While having been wearing down for some time now they were still highly functional (although far from pretty) until the toe strap broke. Good for short walks still, unfortunately, based on a similar demise of some black sandles I got when last in Toowoomba, I deem them dangerous for day long wear.

I've had these shoes for a good 3 years now, and only bought them when I was at the coast due to my others giving me horrible blisters. I thought them terribly ugly but they were CHEAP, and soon grew on me. A bargain bin $20 buy has been one of those long time shopping successes... and I am sad.

Here's hoping Stanley tomorrow will provide a faithful replacement!!!


P.s. My two pairs of Docs though are still holding up strong after 7 & 5 years respectively, some of the only shoes that have survived HK without needing re-soling

P.s.s. Yes - a very boring blog I'll admit, but to honour these sandles less would be a travesty

My Day

After a late night I decided to skip the 9am service (leaving here at 7:45!!) and head to the 11 o'Clock instead which was very lively by comparison indeed. I was almost shocked when the pianist ran his down down the keys during one of the more exuberant choruses... mind you, to put it in perspective, the song was a 70's classic and the only instruments were the piano, an organ and a small choir. It makes me wonder how on earth I'll cope fitting back into my church back in Toowoomba where the service I attended while back home on holiday last year began with some of the youth leading stretching exercises so that we could all "limber up" for the praise and worship...!

Following the service I joined a small group of girls that I've recently met at St Andrews for a Vietnamese meal. It's been a while since I've had a meal with such banter and laughter around the table. I declined an offer afterwards to go shoe shopping (although I did admit to shoe envy of Kirsten's sandles...) and instead went window shopping to discover if Ian would get a Fabio Caviglia tie for Christmas that I saw displayed whilst using the Peninsula's lavatory the other week (see blog below). After a search through the Peninsula's arcade, I hopped over to Harbour City and finally found the displayed items... for HDK2,900 a pop! Sorry Ian... no wonder I liked them! (yes, that was 1 tie for about AUD450, but they were stunning)

Whilst browsing through Harbour City I grabbed a loaf of bread and a mango juice from the bakery and stood listening to the free concert being given. It was amazing standing there listening to this very talented gentleman play, and then watching him ask for requests and play the tune (sometimes after listening to how it actually went on someone's mobile phone).

I walked through Kowloon Park on the way home, realised that we've got 418 days until the Beijing Olympics and hopped on the mini bus home.

After two phone calls, I'm lying on my bed, typing this and listening to Talking Life on 96.5.

A FABULOUS DAY :)

... BTW - long weekend, hoping for a lazy day tomorrow and going to go to the dragon boat races on Tuesday at Stanley... hopefully I'll remember my camera...

A Joke!

I'm working from home today ailing from one of Hong Kong's random stomach bugs which require proximity to home comforts (probably too much information?) anyway... My mom left a message asking me to ring home, and when I did Dad told me a joke... very unlike dad (the joke that is) but I'm still laughing at it, not really because it's that funny, but because my staid and responsible father told it (and said he really didn't just say that afterwards!):

Why is PMS called PMS?
Because Mad Cow Disease was already taken

A Lovely Visit

I just had a wonderful "visit" and cup of tea with Laura who's down from Shanghai for 2 weeks. It reminded me of how much I love a sit and a great cup of tea (loose leaf served in fine bone china of course!) which is only enhanced by a good old chat and catch up.

It was really encouraging too, and I was very much blessed with her simple, heartfelt statement that she believes God's got some really exciting things ahead of me. With my distinct lack of trust in him, it was nice to know that I truly am in safe and caring hands.

... dreaming more of opening up a tea shop...

Weather Forecast for this week!!!

8/6 (FRIDAY)	9/6 (SATURDAY)	10/6 (SUNDAY)	11/6 (MONDAY)	12/6 (TUESDAY)
Cloudy with scattered showers and thunderstorms. Showers will be heavy at times.	Overcast with heavy rain and thunderstorms.	Overcast with heavy rain and thunderstorms.	Scattered showers with thunderstorms.	Scattered showers with thunderstorms.
Southwest force 4 to 5.	South to southwest force 4.	South to southeast force 3 to 4.	South force 3 to 4.	Southwest force 4.
25 - 30	25 - 28	25 - 28	25 - 29	25 - 29
85 - 95	85 - 95	85 - 95	85 - 95	80 - 95

and it continues on just like this!!!

... we're not in Kansas anymore...

Having lived in Hong Kong almost two years now I have become quite accustomed to the little oddities that surround me. It's normal.

As I'm going to be leaving though in 3 months my eyes are opening up to the things that really startled me when I first came here - Take this picture for instance, it's 32 degrees outside with 60% humidity and after doing washing and a bit of pottering I'm hiding away in air-conditioning and a summery dress sweating, and people are wandering around outside dressed like this whippersnippering the lawn, cleaning rubbish, sweeping paths!!! Seems strange not to see the whipper-snipper accompanied by the boots, stubbies and Bonds Singlet.

Yesterday on the the bus home, I saw a man surrounded by rubbish getting out from swimming in the polluted shipping channel that leads into the Tsuen Wan harbour. (I almost got off the bus at the next stop to take a photo, and am regretting my refraining)

Or this photo from when Barb Bluett visited and we snuck into the Peninsula to use their flash (and WONDERFUL) toilets. Next to the Rolls is a car decked out for a wedding... yup... look closely and you'll see Hello Kitty toys stuck to the bonnet parked outside one of the most prestigious hotels in HK.

Tonight I'm heading into town with Debbie to grab a Fullers Organic HoneyDew and I'm looking forward to seeing more of this delightful City State.

I'm going to miss Hong Kong!

Perspective

I have a skewed perspective. I often think the worst situation will happen, or that someone who has always been faithful will be unfaithful. That I will let people down or that people won’t “perform” as I’d expect and I’ll be disappointed.

No matter how history has proved otherwise, I still doubt, not only others and myself but also God.

It’s a wrong perspective, and one I want to fix, but I know I can’t alone. It’s there for whatever reason and I need God, by his Grace to change my perspective. Part of the reason I know is tied into the fear I hold on to in my life, partly because it’s always nicer to think the worst and then be surprised by something better, and in many ways I think its also part of my perception of God.

It's a damaging habit though, and one I'm not proud of.

I know that God is loving. I know that he is patient. I know that he is generous. I know that he won’t give a stone when we ask for bread. I know from my privileged Western background he’s always been faithful. I know that he invented the concept of Grace. I still resent some of the challenges though, and I question this image of God when I see the tragedy so many go through, and I struggle with the “problem of pain”… or famine… or war.

I still think at times that God will let me go. That he won't run after the 100th sheep, that he won't welcome the Prodigal Son.

In light of this ongoing battle, lack of trust and abundance of insecurity I was really encouraged by this song of Matt and Beth Redman’s, along with the story behind it:

You Never Let Go (Even Though I Walk)

Verse 1:
Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
Your perfect love is casting out fear.
And even when I'm caught
in the middle of the storms of this life,
I won't turn back, I know You are near.

PreChorus:
And I will fear no evil,
For my God is wi th me.
And if my God is with me,
Whom then shall I fear?
Whom then shall I fear?

Chorus:
Oh no, you never let go,
Through the calm and through the storm
Oh no, you never let go,
In every high and every low
O no, you never let go
Lord, you never let go of me.

Verse 2:
And I can see a light
that is coming for the heart that holds on
A glorious light beyond all compare.
And there will be an end
to these troubles, But until that day comes,
We'll live to know You here on the earth.

Bridge:
Yes, I can see a light that is coming
for the heart that holds on,
And there will be an end to these troubles,
but until that day comes,
Still I will praise You,
still I will praise You.

©2005 Thankyou Music (Admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing)

Listen to this song here:

http://chrisleigh.vox.com/library/audio/6a00cd97014dcc4cd500d41424e8ae3c7f.html

An interview with Matt Redman covering this song can be found at:

http://www.christianitytoday.com/music/interviews/2007/mattredman-mini-0207.html

YUM!

I spent the weekend in bed with a cold (that's right! Poor Liz!) but it was actually a good thing because I went out and bought enough fruit to make a HUGE fruit salad that I, and my roomie Marnie are still eating. (Watermelon, Mango, Strawberry, Blueberry, Apple, Banana, Apricot - Yup, there's some GREAT things about living in Hongkas)

I kept out of the fruit salad this nectarine, my first of the season and bit into it when I came back from work today... WOW! Few things beat that first Nectarine of the season (or Cherry, or Mango, or Lychee... mmmm....)

Yes, I'm gloating over my fruit magnificence!

Peace

This evening, after sudden notification on Thursday night that his ticket might not be able to be changed, my boyfriend Ian flew out of Hong Kong, back home to the USA.

It's been a incredibly difficult working this decision through, and finding peace in it, and then challenging that peace, and then finding it, and then being selfish and wishing it wasn't so, and then finding that Peace again come back.

That peace is firmly with me now, as it was after I shed a few tears and hugged him through that gate. I'll miss him, I'm sad, but that peace is there. Peace doesn't take away the emotion I'm finding, but brings comfort in it. I have a choice whether to find rest in it, or focus on the emotions, and while I'm tempted immensely to wallow, my desire is to rest.

I have two scriptures running through my head, the first is Isaiah 55: 8-9

"My thoughts are completely different from yours," says the Lord. "And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts."

and Numbers 6:24-26

The LORD bless thee and keep thee; the LORD make His face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee; the LORD lift up His countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.

I know this post has been more personal than a lot of others, naming names and a specific circumstance, but I wanted to share it in an effort to be honest, and also to be able to look back on this as a reminder of the peace God brings in right decisions, regardless of other emotions.

The gate closed 4 minutes ago and in 16 a plane will depart from Hong Kong to London from where in 13 hours it will deposit its passengers for 5 hours prior to taking off for its final destination of Philadelphia (landing 8 hours after). On Wednesday the thought of this plane had never crossed my mind, now it is very much in my thoughts and heart.

I’m interested in Nakedness.

Not nakedness in the bodily sense (although I bet the title made you think!), rather, nakedness in being open, honest and transparent.

Searching to be real.

Inside myself, to myself and then out of that, to others. The same line of thought that to be able to give, we must be in a place that is able TO give: To give a man a glass of water, one must first have water to give, in continuance, to be real to others, I must first be real with myself.

I am far from having the answers, or from being honest with myself about all motives, or living a life of transparency, but I think that’s ok… it’s a process, much like undressing. That process must be guided by God, through his word and through Godly counsel, but it must take place.

I also think, in this formative stage, that whilst a vulnerable place, it should bring freedom and life – not only to yourself but also to others. After all, Christ came that we might have LIFE and live it in abundance - and through that glorify Him.

I’d be interested in your thoughts

Also – check out this site. I think the best Blog I’ve seen. http://nakedpastor.com/

By the way, I was talking with someone about their experience with their firstborn’s birth. They said that whilst it was soon forgotten with the joy of meeting his little one, the stench was horrid. I like the parallel that in order to birth the nakedness in us, and go through the transition to new and complete Life, we must go through some fairly stinky patches!!!

A Great Gift!

My brother Steve sent me this book that arrived in the mail today.

Reminded me of something that I used to be quite passionate about (book collecting) and was a real encouragement. Steve - it really was a perfect fit.

A Season for Everything

This past month has been one of a realisation of seasons.

A TIME TO GROW

I have been challenged in this season in painful ways, but through this I am so thankful that through Godly wisdom and care I have grown and been guided. May God continue to grow me!

A TIME TO MOURN

There is a time to die. Unfortunately, it has been a time to remember that life is fleeting, and often there is nothing we can do.

A TIME TO LAUGH

It has also been a time for rejoicing from afar about weddings and births. Congratulations Janelle and Anthony, and Will and Ness – respectively may your new and growing families be blessed.

A TIME FOR REFLECTION

Sometimes the greatest thing we need is space, to be alone and give yourself room to reflect… I’d add with a cup of tea close by :)

A TIME TO WEEP

Yes, that too!

A TIME TO DANCE

My Dad sent me an awesome article on Guidance which I’d love to pass on to anyone. The basic angle of it though was guidance is simply God directing us, much like a male leads the female in dance. God, U & I Dance. He leads, I follow, but it’s gentle and loving and full of his character being evident.

A TIME TO EXPLORE

…and in doing so found the most amazing beer! If you ever get a chance to drink Fuller’s Organic Honey Dew go for it (excepting religious or health intolerance of course!)

A TIME TO CHALLENGE

Not all you hear or have fed into your life is profitable. I have learnt in this past month that some things needs to be challenged, and even if you don’t speak out your disagreement, know what and why you believe, and be willing to challenge yourself, and ask the hard questions. This in itself has been, and continues to be a major learning curve.

A TIME TO APPRECIATE

My Parents are the most amazing parents in the world. Through this season of challenge I have only grown in respect, admiration and love for them and their wisdom.

A TIME TO BAKE

I’m continuing to put my new pie dish to good use, Phil and Sue have now consumed their Beef and Guinness Pie *grin*

A TIME FOR FUN

I highly recommend anyone go and see Miss Potter and Ian would highly recommend all see Spiderman 3!

I could go on and on with things and events from this past month, I will refrain however, and simply say that above and beyond all else I have been reminded that God is GOD, and we are to trust in him, not martyring ourselves, but asking him to guide us gently just as he knows how, through whatever he leads us through…

And if you are praying for me, a prayer request would be that I would start (and continue) to dream again.

Flowering Bonsai!

Yup... not only have I not killed the bonsai but I woke this morning to find it flowering!!!

I've been having dreams about waking up and finding it shrivelled and dead, so to find it not only alive but thriving was a very pleasing thing.

(photo appearing soon)

Miwa in HK: Random gems

Miwa in HK: Random gems

This was an awesome post written by Maria (and whilst I had to walk out of the movie "Beat the Drum" I "hoorah!" her for her noble attitude.)

In both posts were the thoughts "what is the good that I can do today?", "What difference can I make?", "How can I let the love of the one who has redeemed me shine forth"...

They're great thoughts!

revisiting the 8 ball

I just re-read my post on the magic 8 ball in light of some circumstances I'm facing at the moment. I wanted to challenge myself if I really was falling into a wrong way of thinking. I was encouraged instead however, by remembering through it that God does speak. and when he does, he brings life.

The 8 Ball I'm facing at the moment is doubting what God has already given me, and the peace that has come with that, due to words questioning where I'm "at". Other people and their opinions have always been a bit of an Achilles' heel for me.

I have battled all weekend questioning and doubting and confused... when God has already given peace.

I've let myself be tossed and turned by waves, because I rely so much on what people think - I let people influence me so easily - I question myself so easily. Instead, what I need to do is stand firm on what God, and the Holy Spirit have already given me, and trust him, in his love and gentleness and desire for my good, to correct me when I'm wrong. Yes, to lay my life down when called, but as and when HE leads and shows.

The magic 8 ball is deceptive. It comes upon us like a thief in the night, and it steels peace, it robs joy, it creates confusion and pain. God is not in that.

Meat Pie Perfection!

Tonight, after one failed and one very successful effort to ship a pie dish from the USA (thanks Michelle and Rob!) I made my first meat pie in Hong Kong!

YEAH!!!!

Unfortunately, as you can see, my wee little toaster oven didn't quite fit it. As they say though, "where there's a will there's a way!". Nothing that a bit of Al-foil won't fix.

... and yup - it tasted great!


Anyone have any recipes? If so feel free to send them my way - and yup - Phil and Sue if you read this it DOES mean you've got a Steak and Guinness pie being cooked for you when you get back here :)

Hot Cross Buns

Easter would have to be my favourite season of the year. Not only because of what it represents, but also just because of all the amazing memories that I have of events that occur around this time.

For instance, last year I travelled back to Australia for my brother’s wedding; was able to hold one of my good friend’s newly born daughter on Easter Sunday; stood with thousands of fellow believers in Queen’s Park singing praises to my God standing on a picnic blanket with two of my brothers (plus a brand spanking new sister in law) and my parents; had some great drives in the country; riding with my best mate and camping out in swags; holding babies I’d heard about but never seen for the first time and just general catching up with friends.

I realised on Thursday night when I saw Hot Cross Buns for sale in Wellcome how much I miss being home for Easter. In one moment, that moment, I felt a flood of memories come back as I wrestled with whether or not to purchase these outrageously expensive bread rolls.

This year has been a great Easter. Rest, Sleepins, lychee martini’s, time for reflection and meditation, recognition of the meaning for Easter.

Oh – and if you need to smile or are feeling a little down check out this clip of patches the horse – almost worth its own blog http://gprime.net/video.php/patchesthehorse

Overwhelmed, but very thankful

I feel overwhelmed by the mass of humanity that is Hong Kong sometimes. Today, Good Friday, was one of those days.

It began last night (as I tried restlessly to get to sleep) with the contemplation that Jesus, the night before his death likely would have slept very little, if at all. Images of "The Passion of Christ" floated in and out of my head as I tried to remember that the intense episode of LOST I'd just been watching was only a T. V. show.

With that remembrance, I woke early this morning to head to St Andrew's for the 10am service. (Actually, I wanted to get there early as Hot Cross Buns were being served from 9:15!). The service was awe inspiring. A perfect mix of well conducted and executed choral music, Liturgy, Scripture, places for silent meditation and a good Sermon. But more than that, I found that in all my struggles with God recently, I was reminded throughout the service that that's OK. Whatever my doubts, or inability to express myself, God loves me - just as I am. And he so loved me that while I was still a sinner, and even if I would choose be a sinner my whole life and not have any relationship with him, he died... just so that if I wanted to I could be in communion with him.

Later on in the day I met up with Ian to go to Chung King Mansions where we were to meet with C.A. and discuss the possibility of visiting detained Asylum Seekers in a detention centre 500 meters down the road from where we live.

Chung King Mansions is a labyrinth of teeming humanity from all cultures, races and corners of the earth, albeit, not necessarily representing the more affluent of society. It was there, that for the first time in a long time, I was confronted by sheer desperateness. I have no other word for the need that was displayed and conveyed in our meeting, for the stories of lives with no security, or for the bedlam that I evidenced - people pushing doors demanding bread from the single female staff worker on duty, even when told there would be a full meal provided at 5pm.

I'm really thankful that we're going to be visiting people (although I don't know when that will start), but I must admit, I'm not sure how it will go. Or, in honesty, how I will cope. I first thought that the centre would be like a prison, but better, I mean... those detained have gone through hell to get to HK, at least they would be treated with dignity and respect. I found out today that I was wrong, it's worse than a prison. It's a prison with an indefinite period of detainment, no outdoor facilities (one communal room during the day, and one sleeping room at night (which you share with others from your country regardless of ethnic tensions) . It's a prison far from home and family, staffed by people that speak a different language to you and pressure you to sign papers that will make you be sent back to the country you have fled, and a prison that is governed by a legal system you don't understand and has no provision for you.

So, I now sit in my apartment, thankful for this day, yet thankful that it's almost over.

It's peaceful here. Safe. Quiet. Relaxed. Comfortable.

How privileged I am.

Hearing - Being in the place to find new direction

Reflection 5 - Dare to Journey with Henri Nouwen

1 Samuel 3:9

"One of our biggest challenges is to resist doing more. It is to be still long enough in order to evaluate our many activities. Activities which drive us to distraction and sometimes exhaustion, but which also give us meaning and fullfilment. Activities which can give us our routines and our securitu, but which can also block out the "voice" of correction and change.

We need to recognise that our much-doing is not always fruitful. It is sometimes mindless. Sometimes it is driven It can be self-protecting. It keeps us going when in fact we should be still - still in order to evaluate and to hear.

Thus a far greater challenge is not to do, but to bein in the place where we can hear; not to hear the old and familiar, but to hear again waht God thinks about our life's direction, prioirittes and activities - and to hear again what our heart is saying. This is often dificult for us. It is a struggle.

Henri Nouwen writes about learning to listen "carefully to the inner movements of hte spirit and struggling with the question "how do I follow Jesus all the way?"" This is the struggle to hear what we may not wish to hear. It is a groping towards an openness that may cause one's life to be turned around.

Yet hear new things we must! For we cannot simply continue to plunge headlong into the incessant round of activities which are not longer a part of God's direction for our lives and which no longer express our creativity and our central concerns."

Hot in a Pot

I had my first "Hot Pot" (that wasn't at someone's house) on Saturday night for Ian's group birthday dinner. For the uninitiated it's basically is pot of soup on a fire in the middle of the table which you cook food in, and retrieve when it's cooked to consume immediately.

This wasn't your usual meal though as we had a local friend with us who did the ordering... thanks! As a result I ate, for the first time in my life the marrow of a cow's bone (in the picture that's the long white wormy looking things)! I did skip on the intestine this time though... I know... a bit of a woose :) The food was good and fresh with the prawns that had been skewered live still moving when popped in the pot.

Gotta love Hong Kong!
(Click on the menu for a better picture of the HK Cuisine!)

Rain

It's been raining most of the day and that is a very nice thing.

My Delightfully Domestic Evening

I’m smack bang in the middle of a wonderful evening. I’ve been having a lot of these lately, but don’t usually have the opportunity to Blog about them, however as I’m alone at home for this evening I’m taking the time to do it!

My evening thus far:

Ian walked me home from work, and we had a really lovely time just talking about our days and what’s happened etc. He left to go off to the Boy’s Bible Study and I pottered around the house for a bit until I went to Wellcome (the local grocery store – yes, it IS spelt with two L’s!). I had one of those cool times where you keep on bumping in to a friend around the aisles and walk back to the site with her.

I came back, swept the floor and made my dinner of mince-meat burritos which I thoroughly enjoyed whilst listing to 96.5. I’ve just put on The Lion Witch and the Wardrobe to watch, but before I get all comfy I’m going to freeze the rest of the mince and get into some more comfy clothes :) Then, I’m going to sit down with my treat of apple juice and salt & vinegar chips, and most likely fall asleep whilst watching the movie!

Isn’t that just delightful?? I’m feeling very domestic! I haven’t had a night like this in a while and so I’m going to end my Blog now and continue on!!!

"How are you doing?"

"Fine Thank-you" is often my response. That or "I'm alive" which was my most popular turn of phrase when asked this question, right up until I caught myself saying it at my Pop's funeral... *bashful grin*

Why is it though that even in the most common day of questions, we very rarely tell the truth - or much less expect it when we ask it of someone else?

I know for some people it's not a question they're really asking, more something to start the conversation... I do it myself for goodness sake! But I also know those who REALLY ask, and how much this means. When they've earned the right to ask just through their genuine enquiry... that you don't feel the expectation to say what you think they want to hear - but because they sincerely care, and in light of that you're free to say "bloody awful!" or "bloomin' fantastic!" whatever the case may be.

As I write this I'm going over people in my head whom I often tell the truth to in this respect and who I don't... is there more to why I'm not honest to everyone? I don't trust everyone, and so I'm not going to load information that's personal on to people, but still, I think the request, whatever the forum/reason should be answered as honestly as possible, albeit phrased in an appropriate way. If I'm feeling like crap, then not say "great thanks", but "yeah - about that!" both are short and sharp and can lead on to other things easily, but at the same time one is honest and the other is not.

anyway - the random thoughts continue!

random thoughts

Some random things to share:

• If you want to waste time looking through the interactive cards on hallmark.com is an interesting alternative to youtube
• Dido's new album comes out later this year - yeah!
• Flowers really do make your house nicer
• My bonsai is still alive - Double Yeah!
• Summer has started to hit in Hong Kong :(
• Australian Cadbury's Chocolate tastes better than the stuff you by on Hong Kong
• I need to start a sign out/sign in file for when I loan my books out to people
  

Just Do as He Says

Tonight I listened to two sermons, one from a Franciscan brother by the name of Robert Hugh, the other by my own minister, John Menear.

The one by John Menear, spoke of Jesus’ first miracle. Turning the water into wine, with the clever title "Pitcher tells a thousand words"

While listening I remembered a book I found while cataloguing a library that outlined why the wine was actually juice because Jesus never would have condoned alcohol. The fact of the matter is that he created 600 liters of wine, and in doing so not only blessed a couple, but also, through John’s retelling, painted a picture of the new covenant...of purity through Jesus, and Jesus alone, using the ceremonial cleansing pots to hold the excellent wine. (much more to the sermon then just this though!).

I found a parallel between John’s words of graceful, all encompassing covenant and those of Bro. Robert Hugh’s in his sermon “To be Human is to Fully Accept the Glory of God”. He brought the interesting concept of belief in a “contract god” or a “covenant god” into his homily which he’d also referred to yesterday at St Thomas’s in Lancaster, PA (although I understand the talks were quite different). The thought was a new one and one that after discussing it this morning with Ian and hearing it again this evening in this sermon I wanted to give it some thought, especially as too I often act in my belief of a contract God – a term of service which I must live up to, and when I fail … well, I fail and feel that that contact is in some ways null and void.

An extract (although I encourage you to listen to the whole thing) states:

What goes with that [covenant God] is that we have a God who simply says to us, each uniquely and by name, “I love you”. Not, “I love you IF”, but “I love you. I love you unconditionally and I love you for you and not for your performance”. And the God of covenant goes on and says “I accept you where you are right now in your life, warts and all. I rejoice with you in your life with everything that is fine and noble and strong, but I don’t just stop there because I never engage with something that is less than ALL it means for you to be you. And therefore I also engage with you when you are by no means strong, but weak and fragile. When you are confused and lost and even radically broken. And it’s because I engage with you where you are and as you are and as all you are that I declare you unconditionally beloved and totally accepted.”

And says the God of Covenant “let your energy be grateful energy, not anxious energy. Because already in and through your Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, already the victory has been won and your salvation is assured and the redemption is wrought and your forgiveness is given. Already you are citizens in a forgiven universe.”

It’s a theme I’ve heard so often in other words, but not in the phrasing of a covenant, which I’ve always viewed to be a scary thing, where if you break one of those you’re really in trouble. As Ian shared this morning, a contact is between two equal parties, a covenant is not. A contract you sign feeling you can meet it, but we can never do all we need to if the Laws of the Bible were a contract. All of us would fail every time. And THAT is why we worship and serve a Covenant God – who accepts us just as we are – even though we’d like to think we’re able to do the job ourselves. When we have enough wine, and when we're woefully inadequate.

The other similarity between the sermons is what was said about Jesus. First, Mary said to the servants at the wedding “Just do as he says”, secondly God said of Jesus when introducing him “this is my son, in whom I am pleased”, virtually saying as Bro. Hug recounts “do as he says”.

Oh that I may, not out of effort or duty, but gracious service to the “Master of a forgiven universe”.

If you want to listen to either sermon just let me know - they're bonza!

A Day with the Dogs

Today the saying "every man and his dog was out and about" was true of Kowloon Park...

A Girls Night Out

Tonight we dropped Dory off at the border crossing between Hong Kong and China. Katrina took her over to get the bus, but four of us had a fun (and cheap!!) night out in Sheung Shui.

Save this Tree!!!

I purchased this tree yesterday, literally bought off the back of a truck, for less than I would pay for a hot chocolate… with the only problem being that now I have no idea what type of Bonsai it is! One of those problems with not continuing with my Cantonese studies is that the only English that the man whom I bought it off spoke was "Lots of water, every day water".

I am faced with the knowledge gained this morning after reading numerous websites on bonsai maintenance that should it be an inside tree and I keep it outside it will suffer, and if it is an outdoor tree and I keep it indoors it shall die. Its variety also affects the fertilizer, amount of water, sunlight and care it receives!

Seriously... bonsai's are scary things with baby sitting services and even hospitals all dedicated to their care.

Isn’t it beautiful though?? Stay tuned for updates on its progress... or lack there of!

Any and all help would be appreciated :)

P.S. We think it might be a "Baby Jade Bonsai Tree (Portulacaria Afra)" Check out the link and let me know what you think!

Let me make it clear: it is OK

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,21059109-421,00.html

I’ve had this news article open in my Firefox browser since Monday, looking at it now and then, encouraged that some semblance of sanity is in our court system today.

I guess it’s been encouraging for another reason too...

Since coming to Hong Kong I’ve found myself unable to keep abreast of issues that I would back home just through the natural course of life. I didn’t watch one Super 14 match last year. I almost missed the Queensland State elections and would have if not for my mother reminding me to go and vote. The weather is horrible to conceive, either blessedly cold during the humid summer months which I’m jealous to consider, or stinking hot when we’re all lovely and cosy which I’d rather not think of!

The list goes on.

In a feeble attempt to have some idea of what is going on in the world I log on regularly to the BBC and news.com.au websites, and listen to a Brisbane radio station 96.5. While often I find this a helpful exercise, lately I’ve been astounded by the amount of junk we let invade our senses. Perhaps it’s a continuation from what I experienced in the States after watching TV for the first time in 8 months.

We are bombarded with companies jockeying for our attention. We are tempted by tales of sexual dalliances of the rich and/or famous. We are saddened by the filth that pervades the actions of abusers and users and perverts… and at times our governments. We are told to rely on one source for information, with that information then being proved inconsistent later in time. We humiliate and demoralise those in power instead of encouraging them. We idolise indiscriminately.

I sit at my computer tonight feeling sick with information overload – but it’s not information – it’s just data. Data that keeps me feeling like I’m informed.

So with this background, I was heartened by the words in the article above:

Justice Benjamin said he took the unusual step of calling the children to court after they expressed a wish not to see their father. "You may have received mixed messages from others close to you about whether it is OK to see your father and spend good times with him. Let me make it clear: it is OK," he said.

There was goodness in those words expressed by that Judge, and for right or wrong they have given me some hope this week, far away from home, that amidst the plethora of scandal that I come across each day we have not gone down the tube… just yet.

Transcendental Idealism

In a burst of insanity I asked a very good friend what to blog on this evening. He skyped back to say I should blog on Transcendental Idealism.

So, instead of writing a fascinating blog on why I’m half princess half missionary (which I can give if you really want another time!), I’m directing you all to Wikipedia for a much better explanation on Transcendental Idealisim than I could ever give… and then writing a bit of a blurb down the bottom should you care to read my ponderings on this topic.

Reading from that Wiki page on to another about George Berkeley I was intrigued by these words:

"In reference to Berkeley's philosophy, Dr. Samuel Johnson kicked a heavy stone and exclaimed, "I refute it thus." A philosophical empiricist might reply that the only thing that Dr. Johnson knew about the stone was what he saw with his eyes, felt with his foot, and heard with his ears. That is, the existence of the stone consisted exclusively of Dr. Johnson's perceptions. It might be possible that Dr. Johnson had actually kicked an unusually grey tree stump, or perhaps that a sudden attack of arthritis had flared up just when he was about to kick a random patch of grass with a painting of a rock. Whatever the stone really was, apart from the sensations that he felt and the ideas or mental pictures that he perceived, was completely unknown to him. The kicked stone existed, ultimately, as an idea in his mind, nothing more and nothing less.

"Theologically, one consequence of Berkeley's views is that they require God to be present as an immediate cause of all our experiences. God is not the distant engineer of Newtonian machinery that in the fullness of time led to the growth of a tree in the university's quadrangle. Rather, my perception of the tree is an idea that God's mind has produced in mine, and the tree continues to exist in the Quad when "nobody" is there simply because God is an infinite mind that perceives all."

I appreciate in these two paragraphs the thought that God MUST be present in all, thoughts and perceptions, rational and belief… and furthermore, that even to believe in something it was God himself who has enabled us to. Theologically I think that this is a very sound view, but in honesty I find it difficult to translate to the physical world I live in. (I’m sure that philosophers though would find something wrong with those words physical world though!)

I’m much more comfortable thinking that the couch I’m sitting on is not just my perception, but an actual object that is … and that it is perceived the same way to all people, because regardless of how we perceive it, it IS. However, that being said, just because I’m comfortable with something doesn’t make it so, it just makes it easier for me to believe that it is so.

I guess this raises a lot of questions that my “after work brain” just can’t quite take in, but I shall continue pondering though and you might benefit (or not!) from the thoughts that make it through the fuse box of my mind into the “real” world.

What I do find fascinating though is that I always thought I was into philosophy… until of course I started to read a bit more philosophy and find I’m not THAT into it! Give me a good old theological text and I’m happy… philosophy for some reason scares me. A) Because I don’t understand it B) Because I think that if I did understand it I wouldn’t trust it because how would I know what I understood was what I understood and how can I trust something I’m not even sure exists?

… You’re Sick? Here’s some pills!

One of those things about living in a different country is getting used to the health care system.

For instance, I went to the doctor yesterday for a nagging cough which developed and a general cold/flu… anyway I walked out with the following:
Expected:
Cough Syrup
Antibiotics
Unexpected:
Anti-inflammatory Tablets
Tablets for my “sputum”
Heavy pain killers
Tablets to stop my stomach bleeding from the other tablets

Anyway, I found it a fascinating exercise :) Thank God that I have a doctor to go to, and can afford to go!

Food Eaten Yesterday... and where in the world it came from

Cherry Tomatoes from Thailand

Apple Juice from America

Vegetable Pasty from Australia

Mandarin from China

Salmon Steak from Norway

Frozen Vegetables from Australia

Tea from England

Ahh… the wonders of living in a country highly dependant upon importing goods.

For example:

"In 2003, local production[in Hong Kong] accounted for 5% of fresh vegetables, 31% of live poultry, and 23% of live pigs. Everything else was imported."

http://www.batgung.com/food-supply-in-hong-kong

(note: this isn’t a blog about my eating habits, but it is hopefully the start of some regular, and backdated blogging!)

Lene Marlin, Simulation Games, Engagements and Baby News :)

Quite some time ago while listening to Pandora I listened for the first time to Lene Marlin. Simply said - I've become a big fan. Head to her site - not only can you listen to her songs and get a taste of her music and sound, but you can also play a very funky little game where you save a little girl's balloons from some horrid monsters!

Actually, speaking of on-line games, we've been testing a few lately. Thanks to Adam for sending this one our way... as Richard can testify my lunch times got a little crazy with wanting to make as many shoes as possible... I think the most I lasted was 5 days until I needed to put an end to the start of an addiction... some powerful awareness happening through those simple simulation games though.

Congrats to Joy and Flash who announced their engagement recently :) hugely stoked for you both and looking forward to meeting you Joy when you come by our way early next year.

While I could bore anyone who does read this blog (I probably do already!) by more pictures of new born foals, I'd much prefer to end with telling the world how very excited I was yesterday to hear the news that the Curtis family is expecting a sibling for Abby Grace. Will & Ness, you guys are amazing parents and while unfortunately I wasn't able to speak for long, I thought I'd remedy that by telling the world how much confidence I have in you both as you continue to nurture and cherish your growing family. Sorry I can't be there to be a propper "aunty beth" or "aunt lizzie" to your little ones. Thank you for your support and continued friendship though the distance is not small. My thoughts are very much with you!!!

Pulling a Mr Kightley

“Were she prosperous or a woman equal to your age and situation I would not quarrel about any liberties of manner. But she is poor. Even moreso than when she was born. And should she live to be an old lady she will sink further still. Her situation being in everyway below you should secure your compassion. Badly done, Emma! Badly done. She has watched you grow from a time when her notice of you was an honour; to this, humbling her and laughing at her in front of people who would be guided by your treatment of her. Oh... it is not pleasant for me to say these things, but I must tell you the truth while I can... Proving myself your friend by the most faithful counsel, trusting that some time you will do my faith in you greater justice than you do it now.”

For a long time this quote from Emma (Jane Austin) has been my ideal in friendship and honesty. Inspiring me to tell the truth, or ask a question even when it might hurt the other person. It is not often that my ideals are met – and this week this particular one was.

To have people care enough to be honest and upfront is a noble thing and one that marks true integrity and character. I know I don’t always do this, actually, I do it much less than I would like to think, and when I do, don't always have the tact I should – but goodness me – how thankful I am when others “pull a Mr Kightley” in their relationship with me. Ask a question, define a relationship or just speak out the truth even when they don’t know how I’ll react.