Charismatic

I had a conversation with Papa about our current political and educational situation. My heart aches and sinks. So much corruption. So much mismanagment. And so much that needs to be revamped. I know many believers are rising up for national transformation. But yet many are sleeping. How can we blame God for generally almost anything that happens? It is our fault. There is enough food and wealth in the world for every single person. But we humans have failed to distribute it fairly. I'm not saying equally, because it is not necessary for everyone to have EXACTLY the same amount of stuff. Everyone has different tastes. But like the ones who gathered manna, "He who gathered much did not have too much, and he who gathered little did not have too little." So if multitudes starve, humanity is to blame. The evil governments who misuse foreign aid, pollution, the reckless who waste resources, the wars that are fought that cause destruction and famine... Illnesses, cancer, et...

Torchie posted this lil quote from Ps Mark Batterson. It speaks deeply. Quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death. Set God-sized goals. Pursue God-ordained passions. Go after a dream that is destined to fail without divine intervention. Keep asking questions. Keep making mistakes. Keep seeking God. Stop pointing out problems and become part of the solution. Stop repeating the past and start creating the future. Stop playing it safe and start taking risks. Accumulate experiences. Consider the lilies. Criticize by creating. Find every excuse you can to celebrate everything you can. Live like today is the first day and last day of your life. Don’t let what’s wrong with you keep you from worshiping what’s right with God. Burn sinful bridges. Blaze new trails. Worry less about what people think and more about what God thinks. Don’t try to be who you’re not. Be yourself. Laugh at yourself. Quit holding out. Quit holding back. Quit running away.

I haven't researched about her yet. I've only heard that Heidi and Roland Baker are missionaries in Mozambique. They move in signs and wonders and they feed the hungry there. They've planted thousands of churches. I had a little surprise when I heard her on the Bethel Podcast yesterday. She started singing and pressing into the presence of God about 4 mins into the sermon. WHOA. The anointing was coming out of the sound and washing over me.... She pressed in and started prophesying. The anointing came wooshwooshwoosh. It's never happened to me over podcast before. I instantly joined her in prayer and felt the electricity tingles of the tangible presence of God.I have felt it before at a Delirious concert when Martin Smith came out with a simple guitar to sing 'What a friend I've found'. But that was live. God is interesting. I had been wondering about the mystery of power and anointing for a while. It's sometimes soooo ... mystical. When I get a little c...

This post by Christine Caine is great. Obviously it speaks to my situation now. LEAVING IS NEVER EASY For me leaving has never been an easy thing to do. I lived at home with my mum until I married at 29. I went to one primary school, one high school, one university, have been in one church for over 20 years, have been married to one man for almost 14 years…I think you get the picture. Commitment, faithfulness, loyalty are core values of mine.I have spent much time lately pondering this scripture: “The Lord said to Abram, leave your country, your people, your father’s household and go to the land I will show you.” (Gen 12:1)Basically in order for Abraham to inherit the promise that was reflected by the multitude of stars in the night sky, he had to leave all he ever knew and loved. His COUNTRY: leave everything familiar His PEOPLE: common language/understanding/bond His FAMILY: affirmation/companionship/shared history In order to step into God’s promise you must step out by faith int...

Every year, I come back from Australia to celebrate Christmas and Chinese New Year with my family. Every year, I stumble upon old things: letters, school year books, photos, etc. They bring back so many memories. Some good, some bad. This year, I opened some old drawers full of letters and old books I wrote with my friend, Shu En. The letters and cards made me laugh and sigh. There were many lovely ones from my Malaccan brothers, Jas and Wliem. There were some thoughtful ones from random friends around the country. There was a lovely graduation card from my parents.There were cutting ones from school mates who wrote letters to me to 'cut off" friendships. There was an excessive amount of letters from me and my god-siblings in school [We used to write to each other notes everyday]. My conclusion: I don't think I particularly liked high school. Not that I was always unhappy. I had many happy moments. But in general, I don't think highly of how many people around me be...

I heard my godma speak at inter-church women's meeting yesterday. One part in particular was very encouraging. She shared about her son, who has been wayward for a number of years. I grew up with him, but when he was a teenager, he rebelled so blatantly that he caused his parents and some other people a lot of grief. Expulsion, addictions, violence etc. It had been a while since he attended church. However, at the end of last year, he stumbled upon the movie Fireproof. Most believers are familiar with Fireproof. It is the latest of Alex Kendrick's productions. Although these movies have gone from strength to strength, the acting, production and cinematography are still sometimes not as good as general Hollywood fare. I've often wondered how to deal with limitations. Kendrick and team certainly deal with plenty of limitations. Budget, resources, experience etc.. But suprisingly, this brother was drawn to the movie. It impacted his life. He took notes [unheard of, usually]. ...

I haven't been blogging because I've been taking a bit of a break from excessive thinking. It's good to just let the brain rest once in a while. I'm back in Malaysia. I did not cry at the airport, as I was half expecting to. Somehow, I'm either not really sad, or just really numb, or everything hasn't sunk in yet. Peggy passed me a lovely thick scrap book of photos and messages from lots of people. It's 1/3 by Dan and 2/3 by her. :). Really sweet initiative. I've never bothered printing many of my Brisbane photos, because they are all digital and I can browse through them whenever I wish. But I've never been able to enjoy them the way I enjoyed all my photos from Adelaidei[i was still using a conventional film camera then], and my first year in Brisbane.As the years went along, I grew lazier in documenting everything. Even my journaling has been sloppy.Sigh. It's been a good 6 days back of doing nothing related to my future...ahaha. I'm ju...