Saturday, 11 July 2009

  • So listen to this.

    Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I prayed to God "I really need a scanner." I never do that. Pray for superficial, materialistic things. But I did. I had that sudden urge.

    All day after that, I didn't even think about it. On my ride home, I end up behind this car, that's got a bumper sticker that read "Miracles Happen."

    Not a minute after I get home, my mom gives me a note from one of her co-workers. It said something to the extent of "I have a very high-end scanner sitting at home, unused. Would you like it for free?"

    Sometimes, you don't need to raise people from the dead or see glorious visions.
    Sometimes, it's just a bumper sticker.

    Amen.



    (This is a TRUE story.)

Wednesday, 08 July 2009

  • 54,000 is such a big number.
    54,000 dollars.
    54,000 bottles of water.
    54,000 pieces of paper.
    54,000 shoes.
    54,000 greeting cards.
    54,000 is such a big number.

    But this week, I realized how gravely big 54,000 could be.
    54,000 people (mostly Christians) have been displaced from their homes in Orissa, India. By militants who would rather see Christians die than realize that not everyone in the world is like them...Fanatic killers. Using their 'faith' as a cover for their violence. 54,000 people with no homes...money...displaced from their homes in their motherland. If you are homeless in your own town...really, what do you have left? Nothing. 54,000. What an incredibly large number.

Monday, 06 July 2009

  • Church was the ending to a very revealing week.
    "God's silence is not meant to uproot you, it's meant to uplift you. His silence is a sign of a greater miracle than you are hoping for."

    Then I watched The Shawshank Redemption a day before that and learned all you need is hope to survive.

    Then I stumbled across another message, "Do not use God's faithfulness as a cover for your sins."

    Then I read "FAITH is the substance of things HOPED for..."

    And my oh my oh my, it looks like I am being spoken to CLEARLY this week. So alas, here I am, apologizing for my previous vents. I will try my human best to not be so antsy about my personal struggles because it's rather silly when CLEARLY, the Father up above, is looking down with love and telling me to shut up and sit still.

    It is good to be loved. Join the club and enjoy the privileges. Just don't forget the reason for the free admission.

Friday, 03 July 2009

  • Let's start things off with a laugh, because Lord knows, this week has been anything but funny...

    "I'm an everyday genius. I had this noodles thing u could cook up in a microwave.
    I did whatever was asked and I stuck it in the oven.
    (Oh,I should mention that the whole thing came in a plastic bowl.)
    Anyway, I stuck it in the oven (because I don't have a microwave) for two minutes.
    The plastic melted, sealing the whole thing."
    —Really smart friend

    I love my friends. They make life so comical.

    So as many have succeeded in reminding me over and over, I haven't 'xanga-ed' in a while. I have had a few dramatic incidents leading to that. Everything from sitting in the ER with a family friend's 8-year old boy to learning of the passing of Esther to realizing that my co-worker friend has really moved away and isn't coming back to joining a gym to vamping up my portfolio and resume.

    The biggest one had to be the ER. One: Because it's two capital letters. Two: Because it's an EMERGENCY room.

    Before I start, I have to say that I am not all familiar with the medical environment. My whole career is behind a computer, camera lens or in front of a canvas. Nothing to do with medical equipment, blood, iv's, doctors or medical terminology. So imagine my angst when I am posed with a little 8-year old guy in a hospital bed, alone with a bunch of doctors joking about their lunches and competing for the chief surgeon's attention. It was like watching ER from behind the camera lens.

    I have to say, my crisis mode...when alone...is rather calm and collected. Even when the kid's crying out in pain and I can't do much of anything. I guess that's a good thing. And the sight of blood and mucus don't make me faint. Very high brownie points. Now I can totally handle shadowing a medical student (if someone ever lets me). But the best thing of the whole situation is that even though the car looks like a shriveled and dying mushroom, none of the passengers had any major injuries. Praise God.

    That's about the end of this entry. I haven't got much to say. Last week, I had this whole blog on 'finding romance' conjured up on the way to work, but by the time I got home, I completely forgot what it was. So, sadly I'm at a loss for words. Maybe I'll leave you with a picture...yea, that'll be good.