Hey There!
Rachel here...who am i? Hmmm...that's a question i never really know how to answer.
All i can say is i'm a child of God journeying through this road called life with my finest blessings - my family, friends and folks i bump into along the way.
Who i am don't matter. What does matter is that we connect and encourage each other along our different paths that lead to the same destination -
Our Father face to face!
So ewe (pronounced 'You' meaning lamb; the meaning of my name) see....it's about the little (n big) things in life that connect us to one another (unity in diversity) and bring us closer to God.
Ephesians 4:4-7
"We are all one body, we have the same Spirit, and we have all been called to the same glorious future.
There is only one Lord, one faith, one baptism,
and there is only one God and Father, who is over us all."
Make yourself at home, voice your thoughts...i'd love to hear from you!
Love n peace out!
7:00 PM
Saturday, April 26, 2008
I remember when i was a kid, attending a Missionettes (a Christian girls' scouts kinda programme) camp. We were blindfolded one night and brought round the area. Every ray of light hit, creating obscure silhouettes. The leader's didn't hold our hands. They told us instructions and we simply followed. Once they called out "Big drain in front...stretch your legs wide to cross over!!!". Gosh....i was too young to think it was just a teaser....did i stretch for my life not to fall into that drain! It was super frightening.
This memory flooded back when i saw a blind man at the MRT station today. I was heading out of the control station..among the thronging crowd, and this elderly blind man was walking in the opposite direction. Walking stick in his left hand, he was feeling his way round with his right arm, constantly but confidently saying sorry, probably cos he was accidently knocking into people. A kind passerby went to his aid. As i was whizzing them, the blind man accidently touched my shoulder and said sorry in my direction. I smiled (only to realize how unhelpful that was to a blind man and knocked myself in the head for it). But i had an instant admiration for that man.
He can't see the world round him, much less his next step right infront of him. It must be terrifying. But what courage he has!
Alot of days, like today, the path infront of me is shrouded in utter darkness. Like i'm groping round for answers. I can't for the life of me make out the step infront of me. But unlike this blind man, i don't even try. I'm afraid of an unimaginable pit, trip or slip. Failure, saying "oops, sorry" and going on is an inconceivable negative in my mind.
Have you ever felt like this. I don't have a tidy little solution or suggestion for this. But Psalms 23:4 beautifully comforts me...check it out (
http://www.biblegateway.com/) and tell me what you think.
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9:27 PM
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
"I am the father of
Maha Vir Chakra winner martyr Captain
Suresh Rohit Kapoor", he declared time and time again gently yet so resolutely. I just couldn't shake that impression out of my head though the movie was long over. I am a self-confessed
Bollywood junkie but i must admit that when i plopped myself down on the couch that lazy Saturday afternoon, i was caught off-guard.
Dhoop was the title of the movie that i was watching. It is about a young soldier serving in the Indian Military Academy. He was called to fight in the
Kirgal War, one of India's most unforgettable with Pakistan, where he heroically died and was awarded the
Maha Vir Chakra (India's highest military honor).
At least that was what i thought the movie was about. See what happens is the government gives the soldier's grieving parents a gas station, which they decide to call
Kirgal Heights, in memory of their son and every martyr of India. Noble, but the problem was the officials who control the building permit, electrical and water supplies and whatever else you can imagine a gas station needs, were not so noble. They cooperate - on bribes. Sadly a real look at a corrupt side of life in India grieves the parents even more. Did my son die for this they ask. They refuse to give in but they can't give up. And so, whether it was throwing aside their dignity to beg for a building license or being threatened with their lives if they seek help from government ministers or the media - the soldier's father garners strength by saying gently and resolutely to each obstacle "I am the father of
Maha Vir Chakra winner martyr Captain
Suresh Rohit Kapoor".
Eventually the parents come face to face with the Prime Minister to boldly request change and indeed the justice system is revived and the corrupt officials are thrown out.
Kirgal Heights is built. My favorite part is right at the end when one of the "bad guys" really changes over a new leaf and even becomes an attendant in the gas station! You know what's amazing? This isn't just another run-of-the-mill good overcomes evil plot. It is based on a true story (just
google Captain
Anuj Nayar)!
Can you see why that movie caught me off guard that Saturday afternoon? Reel life imitates real life. I also know someone who died brutally but heroically. I know his motivation was for his love for his people. I know he knew that most of those people are corrupt. But i haven't walked around facing my obstacles with such resolute force...even though this person has a higher honor than a
Maha Vir Chakra...and is the martyr of martyrs. What's more...he's no longer dead! He's actually with me when i face silly or serious obstacles. I know we can boldly approach him with our requests. I know he can throw out the corrupt and will, someday soon. I know he's building, not a gas station, but a kingdom. I know he has never stopped bringing the "bad guys" over to his side. I know because
i'm one of them. You and i are part of the greatest unfolding too-good-to-be-true story!
I was on the verge of hopelessness that Saturday afternoon. Too many huge obstacles stood in the way of my needs and dreams. But God spoke through a movie and challenged my weak mindset. I now know how to face the seemingly too big and impossible. Instead of using my lips to grumble, complain, swear, cry, sulk, frown, or even breathe out anything negative, now i can boldly say, "I am the child of the martyr of martyrs, Jesus Christ."
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10:06 AM
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Yey! I've finally got my own blog -
So welcome to where, i hope, we could share our journey's ups and downs, thoughts and feelings, "Ah ha!"s and "I see"s together. Cos at the end of the day, though our paths are different, our destination is heavenbound.
That's the reason for this blog, so we could support each other (anyone and everyone) even through snippets of humour or wisdom.
So i'm going to (frighteningly) wear my heart on my sleeves and loose the guards to my soul. And i hope (i may be the only one reading this...lol...but hey i'll pray) that you'll be blessed!
So once again - Welcome and make yourself at home :)
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