Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Xin Nian Kuai Le

Saturday 17 February... New Year's Eve

Thus began the annual ritual of mass migration of Chinese folks back to their "ancestral" homes to celebrate the Chinese/Lunar New Year. The highways were clogged with fossil fuel-fired vehicles lugging full loads of human passengers plus luggage and the requisite mandarin oranges, biscuits, goodies and other yummy stuff.

To cut a long story short we left Subang at 2.30PM on Saturday afternoon, and arrived at Ipoh at 6.30PM. Four hours for a journey that normally takes two hours. But not too bad, considering that the northbound traffic was very heavy. Very heavy. Some people reported taking up to 8 hours to get to their far flung destinations. The incredibly slow stretches of the North-South Highway were between Damansara and Tanjung Malim. It was a good thing we took the Guthrie Corridor Expressway, which saved us at least one hour in the jam, as we joined at Rawang and bypassed a huge chunk of the jam.

It turns out that a major cause of the traffic slowdown was people stopping at the rest areas which were already packed beyond capacity. I don't know how urgent their call of nature was, but I just couldn't understand why people insisted on trying to enter the rest areas when there was clearly no more space! An even more incredible thing happened at the Rawang rest area. Drivers parked on the emergency lane, and people got out and walked to the rest area. Some drivers even did angle parking on the emergency lane, as if they were parking in front of their neighbourhood shops. As the "parking lots" were alre
ady full, I then witnessed the most incredible thing. Right there on our world-class highway, which has a speed limit of 110 km/h, this driver in front of me just stopped in the left lane to wait for another guy further in front who was reversing out of his "parking lot" on the emergency lane. I couldn't believe it. THIS was the cause of the 2 hour bumper-to-bumper crawl!!! Immediately after the Rawang rest area, the traffic shot up to more than 100 km/h... but slowed down again at the next rest area... next year the police should seriously consider shutting down the rest reas, and advising travellers to carry pee bags and packed food. I saw a police helicopter flying around at Rawang, but I doubt they could anything to improve the situation.

The traffic situation was pretty bad all the way up to the Selangor-Perak state border. Thereafter it improved tremendously, despite the rain as we approached Simpang Pulai. This got us talking about the wonky weather these days, and global warming. It was uncharacteristically cool at Chinese New Year this year. I tell you, the global climate is going crazy. And it's all our fault. But thank God the sky was overcast throughout the journey, or we would have been sweltering.

Arrival at 10, Jalan Tiga, Housing Trust, brings back memories, fond and not-so-fond. It's great to be "home", at least for a while. The house is more than 40 years old, but still going strong. My uncle recently installed an air-conditioner in living room so it was much more comfortable this year, as long as we didn't mind the extra energy and fossil fuel we were consuming (and CO2 emitting) and conveniently disregarded the irony that air-conds cool the room inside but cause global warming outside. The old rusty, crusty water piping was also recently changed, so we finally had properly flowing water after enduring years of slow trickles from the tap.

"Reunion" Dinner in Ipoh was a small-scale affair with just four families gathered, as some had not returned yet, and others had their own dinners elsewhere. As usual, too much yummy food, cooked by the ladies. After dinner, everyone had an early night. The TV shows were not entertaining enough, or perhaps I am growing old...


10, Jalan Tiga, Housing Trust, Ipoh


My uncle says this glass is more than 40 years old


Sunday... First Day of New Year (Chor Yat)

I went to church, 8AM service. This is another "ritual" whenever the New Year falls on a weekend (but this year I went alone as the others were still nicely tucked in bed). Elim Gospel Hall is a church steeped with history. The British, Australian and New Zealander missionaries were the pioneers bringing the Gospel to foreign lands such as Malaya and building up churches like Elim. That's where my dad grew up. That's where my grandfather served as an elder. Some things have changed. The old wooden buildings are gradually being replaced by new concrete structures. But I hope the rich legacy remains. I was a bit surprised that they had drums for the Sunday worship service. Hmmm, very nice. And we sang a lot of lovely songs too. Songs of praise and worship to our Living God, and songs of encouragement to one another. The sermon was preached by Michael Fun, an Elim "old boy" now residing in KL. He spoke on the significance of the family and generations worshiping God, quoting from Psalms and Deuteronomy, as the New Year theme revolves much around the family. After the service, I went around to greet the old friends and uncles and aunties, who knew me when I was still a little boy. I saw some new faces too, but perhaps that is due to my memory loss...

After the brief catching up and greetings, I rushed back to Number 10, Jalan Tiga for the family New Year "service". All the other KL folks had made their way to Ipoh early that morning. I really thank God for this tradition among the Lee clan. I think it has been going on for more than 20 years. It is a time where the extended family gathers to worship our Mighty God, give thanks for the year past and commit the year ahead to our Lord Jesus Christ. My youngest (4th) uncle is the de facto chairman and song leader (although he says he wants to retire). We started with a hilarious ice breaker game called "I am Ah Chong". Then uncles and aunts took turns to read from
Psalm 145. We sang a few songs and hymns. Cousin Evan presented a solo rendition of "When You Believe" on the saxophone, which we all decided would become a permanent annual feature. Then we had Holy Communion. Which means that Sunday I had it twice in less than three hours. :) Then we had a time of sharing and testimonies. It was slow at first, but in the end four of us voiced our thanksgiving to God and shared a bit of things planned for this year. My doctor-pastor uncle from Kuantan gave a mini sermon of exhortation for the family. We ended with prayers for the family, especially for my 3-year old nephew Jonathan (my cousin's son) who has been fighting cancer for the past eight months. It is nothing short of a miracle that he has recovered so well thus far.

Of course, the ang pow handover ceremony then took place. It was a madhouse as relatives went around greeting one another and searching for their ang pow recipients. Some received the ang pow with the standard remark "This is your last one ah!" As for me, people have given up hope already. So I just get the ang pow, no strings attached. Haha. Just kidding. Another nice tradition we have is the ang pow offering. Every year, we'll set up a collection box and the newly rich ang pow recipients will give an offering for various causes. This year we decided it would be the Jonathan Fund. Then came the photo session, with cramming and squeezing in the hall in order to fit everyone in the picture. Smile!

Evan on the sax

Family portrait (minus the photographer and one or two others)


Then came lunch. My aunt got her school canteen caterer to come over and cook us an Indian lunch of puree, chapati and awesome mutton and beef curry. It was the prelude to the food campaign. You see, in the past, the aunties would do most (in fact, all) of the preparing and cooking. So this year they older generation decided that they had had enough, and would hand over to the younger generation to "kowtim" the meals. So, Sunday dinner was done by cousin Raymond and his wife Karina. They did spaghetti, garlic bread and a potato-and-meat-ball thingy called begedil (not sure of the spelling). I guess it's a Singaporean thingy, since Karina is Singaporean. The garlic bread was fantastic. Also from Singapore was the cheese and crackers, and some wine. Monday lunch was handled by the three Yi siblings. They did a "smoked" porridge (also known as accidentally-burnt porridge) and sushi. It was very good, with the full complement of fillings and condiments. My turn was Monday dinner, which was handled by the "bachelor boys" of Peter, TJ and me. And my sister too. We whipped up a fantastic out-of-this-world barbecue. Of course, with help from our moms. Haha. The lamb, chicken and Uruguayan beef were grilled to sweet perfection. We got a 9/10 rating from Uncle Pat, who is quite a discerning food connoisseur. I need to mention here that it was actually my mom who purchased and marinated the lamb and beef. Haha. Cousin Peter got the humongous chicken drumsticks from Ipoh. I was the fire starter for one of the barbecue pits. Dun play play. TJ also whipped up a mean potato salad, and my sis did the snazzy drinks. So in the end, the unanimous decision was that the aunties could retire to advisory roles and next year the new generation will continue the good culinary work.

Spaghetti crew in action


Preparing the sushi and "smoked" porridge


Sorry, I digressed into the food department. But for the rest of the Sunday afternoon I had a quick nap, then went out to Kinta City with my sis to meet up with Yeng who also came back to Ipoh. The traffic there was like MidValley Megamall on a public holiday afternoon. I got into the car park, realised that it was full, and took 15 minutes just to get out. We parked at a nearby shoplot area and walked over. The place was packed with people. We settled in a tiny corner at Black Canyon Coffee and chatted for a while. I ordered a "Chiangmai" thingy, which is a longan lassi drink. Pretty good, except that it was a bit thin. My sis had an iced coffee, which was pretty much standard stuff. Yeng had a pineapple lassi and tom yam soup. I ended up eating three of the prawns.

We left after about two hours. Back to Housing Trust. The games had already begun when I got back. The family is active in the games department, and every year we'll have some sort of competition. In the past we've had badminton, captainball, rounders and bowling. It used to be the uncles' families versus the aunts' families. But as time went on, the older bones and muscles began to ache and became less competitive. Also, the balance of power between the two teams shifted as the cousins on the uncles' team are younger and therefore now faster than the 30-something cousins on the aunts' team who used to have a upper hand. But excuses aside, the spirit of having a good time together still remains. It's great to see the kids grow up. Just a few years ago they were tumbling around in the grass, now they're in their teens and beyond. Now the next generation of kiddies are emerging. It's amazing that in just five years they'll be hitting their teens. Makes me feel pretty old, actually. ;P

When I walked over to the field behind the house, the captainball game was already in progress. It wasn't uncles against aunts. It was white shirts versus coloured shirts. It just so happened that the teams were nicely balanced. I was wearing a red shirt, so guess which team I joined. In the end my team lost, but it was a good fight. After captainball some went back, but most stayed on for frisbee, or batting a few rounds of rounders, or throwing the American football. We reorganised after someone suggested a football match. It was 4 on 4, with the chairs as goalposts. I'm not a football player, but that Ipoh field is a really excellent pitch. I guess it's more than 40 years of grass that makes it so luxuriant. I played barefoot, and stubbed my toe on the ball early on. But then I got into the groove and started to regain whatever little dribbling and kicking skills I ever had. Again, it was a close match. Both teams making quick attacks and maximising the field. Unfortunately I didn't score, but I made three defence-splitting passes which resulted in goals. The first two were to Evan, who rammed home the ball. The last goal was incredible, worthy of the World Cup, in my humble opinion. I received the ball about midfield, and took it to the right. I saw a direct opportunity to shoot from outside, but that was quickly narrowed by the defender. Then I spied super striker cousin KingYi making a run down the middle. So I chipped in a pass over the defender and hoped for the best. I don't know how I did it, but the ball sailed across and super striker headed it right into the goal while charging in at full throttle. Too bad we weren't both wearing Brazil jerseys. I could just imagine the stadium erupting in a roar. That ended the match at 4-3. Then we went home for the abovementioned spaghetti dinner. Received a "Happy New Year" call from my brother Aun in freezing Amherst, Massachusetts. He was calling through Skype to my mobile phone. Ah, the wonders of technology.

Captainballers in action


The next generation


Ipoh Arena


Monday... Second Day of New Year

Wakey wakey at 9 o'clock. I was the last to get up, as I was feeling very in tune with the year of the pig. The Yi siblings had to get up earlier to start preparing the lunch, coz we were gonna go bowling at 10:30, leaving not much time. The cutting and slicing went on in the kitchen, until we all had to leave for Ipoh Parade to hit the bowling alleys. We were the first customers through the door. We took six lanes. Five persons per lane. Well, one lane was specially for the kids. The guard rails on that lane were raised, so that the "longkang" would be blocked and all balls would make their way to the pins. It was cute to watch the little kids "bowl" the balls that were probably almost a quarter of their weight.

The adults had erratic performance. My lane did really badly. My first game was a lowest ever personal score of 65, I am embarrassed to say. I started out by cleaning the drain on both sides -- first frame zero. I actually made it through two games without a single strike. Even my 12-year old cousin sister hit two strikes. Unbelievable. In fact, my team did not get a single strike among the five of us. One of the viscissitudes of life. Or we just suck at bowling. At least my second game was better. I started with two spares, but then I hit a plateau. I got another six frames of nine points each, but always missing the spare or strike by one pin. I ended with 95. Our team score improved from 333 in the first game to 421 in the second game. OK la. As long as we didn't compare with the other lanes where cousin and uncle were each scoring around 150.

Then it was back to home for lunch of "smoked" porridge with tons of toppings and sushi rolls with stinging wasabe. Yummm.

In the afternoon I went out with a bunch of Ipoh folks, some of whom are now working in KL and whom I got to know through the AF camp. There was Nicole, Ming2, Nadin, Dominic, Wan Lung and Soon Li. We hung out at Old Town Kopitiam, which is a higher class version of the original Nam Heong Ipoh white coffee shop. Then we went to visit the elder of Kledang Community Chapel at his home. Collected some ang pow in the process. Had superb carrot cake made by wife of aforementioned church elder. Met up with some more Ipoh folk who are now residing and working in KL. Ipoh seems to be an exporter of labour and talent. Then I rushed back to Housing Trust to help out in the barbecue, as mentioned earlier. The fire took a while to start, but it was a good fire. Hot but not flaming. One of the tricks of the meat was slicing it really thin (done by the butcher). That made a difference, as it cooked fast and did not char. Even the beef was sweet and tender. Awesome.


Tuesday... Third Day of New Year

Woke up at the unearthly hour of 6:00AM to go climb Kledang Hill. I decided at dinner the night before to join my aunts and mom to ascend the hills on the western flank of Ipoh. Local boy cousin Peter was our guide as we took the Kong Tau San ("Bald Head Hill") trail, so named because it is "bald", i.e. no trees along the trail, which is because it follows the electricity transmission line up the hill. There are other trails, but Kong Tau San is the shortest. We started from the base of the hill at 7:15. There were already a lot of other hikers doing their rounds. Some were already on their way down while we were barely starting up! We didn't intend to go right to the top of Kledang Hill, but just to the midpoint called "Hill View" where the hikers usually turn back. (There's a road that goes all the way to the top where there's telecom transmission towers, but that hike would have taken too much time.) The trail is steep at certain points, but it gets you up there faster than other trails. There's exercise bars, benches and pavilions set up at the midpoint, which I estimate to be about 400m high. I heard that the recreational facilities and steps were built entirely by volunteers.

The view from Kledang Hill was spectacular. It wasn't just the panoramic scenery, but the way the light and clouds interacted. The first rays of the rising sun followed us up the face of the hill. Slowly the sky turned from black to dark blue to orange-pink to yellow and then to light blue in the full morning bright. In the distance, the clouds blanketed Ipoh like a layer of cotton. Later the clouds rolled in and shrouded the lower part of the hill where we were climbing, creating a misty look. Very nice. Bumped into Nicole and Ming2 at the midpoint rest stop. After soaking in the Ipoh scenery we went back down following the hill road and continued soaking in the scenery and breathing the fresher-than-KL air. Along the way up we also came across a group of people firing long strings of fire crackers in some sort of a New Year religious ceremony. That goes to show the spiritual significance of high places, just like in Israel in Old Testament times when they defied God and built idolatrous altars on their mountains.


Golden rays of dawn over Ipoh... I lift up my eyes to the hills - where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. (Psalm 121:1)


Sang suria kian menerbit... dari terbitnya sampai kepada terbenamnya matahari terpujilah nama TUHAN (Mazmur 113:3)... "My name will be great among the nations, from the rising to the setting of the sun..." (Malachi 1:11)


Northeast view of Ipoh... Gunung Korbu is somewhere in the background


Southeast view of Ipoh


Shades of dawn on the Kong Tau San trail

Along the road back out to the carpark down at the foothill we came across a troop of monkeys eating jackfruit that had been donated by some kind souls. Well, we too decided to get our own breakfast. So off to Menglembu town we went. The "chee cheong fun" shop was closed, so we went to the noodle shop. Had "liew fun" noodles with stuffed tofu and stuff. Plus white coffee.



A monkey's life


Menglembu town with Kledang Hill in the background


The rest of the day was slow, just hanging out in the house, playing Taboo, or card games. Lunch was prepared by 4th uncle, who is an excellent advanced amateur chef. He made his signature world-class salads. You gotta taste it to believe it. Salads can really taste that good. A lot of herbs and unconventional ingredients. Mixed by hand, for extra flavour. Haha. Oh yea, we also had yee sang for lunch.

That afternoon, I made my annual inspection of the Tanjung Rambutan stream. It's a recreational area, along the upper reaches of the Kinta River. My late dad used to take us there for a dip in the cool waters during my *ahem* younger days. The stream then was crystal clear, with rocks and boulders and a gurgling, swift flowing stream of water running through. But since the construction of the Simpang Pulai-Kg. Raja highway and the dam upstream (for water supply to Ipoh city), the river has become silted up. There's no more rocks and boulders. The deep channels are now smothered with sand and silt, and the river has become shallow and wide. The water is murky at best, and muddy at worst. The price of development. Opportunity cost that can't be avoided? Inevitable external cost? Why can't we have our cake and eat it?


Sg. Kinta at Tanjung Rambutan today... a far cry from its glory days of crystal clear waters


I thought of dropping by my grandparents' grave at the Tambun Christian Cemetery on the way back, but I was running out of time so I went straight back for a quick frisbee session and shot a few basketballs. Then queued for the only bathroom in the house to bathe before heading for a scrumptious restaurant dinner at Sunway City, Tambun. Food was pretty good. Prawns in salted egg yolk and butter sauce. Loaded with fat and cholesterol but super tasty. I just whacked them, shell and all.

Singapore-based cousin and his wife and mom-in-law left Ipoh at 10PM, after the dinner. I heard they arrived in the Lion City at 6AM. Just in time to go back to work... they were hoping to get back by 3AM+, but the traffic was just crazy.

After dinner I went over to a Nasmir mamak near Tesco for drinks with my former university mates, Alvin and Andrew. Andrew, whom I hadn't met in more than 5 years, has been pastoring with his father in the local church they planted. JeeSeng joined us later. So, there we were, four guys yakking about church, politics, church politics, prophetic gifts, SMART tunnel, and just filling in the blanks of the past few years, etc. We didn't have time to get to the topic of girls, in case you were wondering. ;)

On the way home from the supper, my left front tyre picked up a nasty screw. I heard some sort of flapping noise coming from under the car after passing by Elim Gospel Hall on Jalan Chung Thye Pin. The car ride felt a bit bumpy too. So I stopped and got out to check. I didn't see anything stuck to the underside of the car, so I drove on, but the tyre still felt very bumpy. So I stopped again and inspected the tyre and found the thick fat screw embedded in the tyre with its bolt end sticking out. I was aghast. Those were new tyres. How could this happen?! I drove home slowly and decided to just leave it to be fixed the next day. I knew that the air would not leak that fast since the screw was plugging the hole. In fact I wasn't even sure if the screw had punctured through the tyre. But anyway, I definitely couldn't drive back to KL without getting it fixed.


Wednesday... Fourth Day of New Year

Another lazy day. Woke up late coz I came back late and slept late, after the extra delay caused by the screwed tyre. Did I have breakfast? Can't remember. Called cousin Peter for recommendations for tyre repair shops. There is one opposite MGS. OK. Des also called his cousin for recommendations and was also referred to shops in the same area. After lunch I drove over slowly to the shop and got the tyre fixed for six bucks. We discovered that the screw did puncture through the tyre, but since it was on the tread area, it could be easily patched. If it had hit the sidewall, the tyre would have had to be replaced. Ouch! Thank God it was a minor problem.

Finally left Ipoh at 4:30PM. Arrived in PJ at 7:30. Slower than normal but bearable.

That ends my chronicle. Till next year... God bless you!


Endangered species spotted in Ipoh! - Panthera tigris altaica



Thursday, February 15, 2007

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Five things not to eat for Chinese New Year

Press Release
Five things not to eat for Chinese New Year
- TRAFFIC
9 February, 2007

Beijing, China - Looking for that sumptuous dining experience as Chinese
New Year approaches? TRAFFIC, the wildlife trade monitoring network, says that by avoiding or carefully sourcing certain foods, such as shark's fin, sea cucumber and abalone, you can avoid having a detrimental impact on the planet's natural resources and have a guilt-free Year of the Pig.

"It's about being aware of what you consume, and the impact it can have on species and the environment," says Timothy Lam of TRAFFIC in Hong Kong. "Some people are not aware of which species are under pressure of over-exploitation. Our advice is based on threats to wildlife and the environment from unsustainable trade and consumer demand."

Eric Bohm of WWF Hong Kong adds, "For many of these species, we feel
that until such time as there is a sustainable and certifiable source of these items, consumers should stay away from them as they are coming under increasing threat."

· Abalone - If buying, buy carefully. The prized delicacy may be
popular, but watch out. Abalone stocks have plummeted in South Africa where almost all the abalone harvested is exported to East Asia, with Hong Kong the major importer. Perlemoen, as it is known in South Africa, is valued for its meat and is able to fetch prices up to USD1000/kg during Chinese New Year. Continued illegal harvesting and trade could have a severe impact on the survival of the species, and could result in the closure of legal fisheries and the loss of hundreds of jobs. South Africa, while witnessing the worst of poaching and illegal trade of abalone, is not the only country facing this challenge. Ask your supplier if their abalone has been legally sourced - regardless of the country it comes from - before buying.

· Shark's fin - Buy very carefully. Shark fin soup is a Chinese delicacy
that has been used for more than 2,000 years to honour important occasions. Over 80 countries are involved in the shark fin trade, with Hong Kong at its centre. It is estimated that there are over 400 species of sharks worldwide and 83 species are listed as either Critically Endangered, Endangered or Vulnerable at the global or regional level. Tens of millions of sharks are killed each year through by-catch or direct catch for fins and meat. Finning, which involves cutting the fins and generally throwing the rest of the shark back into the sea, is widely practiced. The international trade in sharks' fins is placing severe pressures on slow-growing and vulnerable shark populations. If fishing continues unchecked, scientists fear shark populations will decline past critical thresholds.

· Sea cucumber - Buy very carefully. For centuries, sea cucumbers have
been a popular source of food, most notably in East Asia. In the 1980s, international trade in sea cucumbers for food increased dramatically. The fishery in Ecuador emerged at that time, comprising almost exclusively only one species Isostichopus fuscus; by 1991 the fishery for sea cucumbers along mainland Ecuador had been exhausted and the country's fishing effort focused on populations in the Galapagos Islands. Although exports of sea cucumber from Ecuador account for a tiny proportion of the world trade in this commodity, the impact of the fishery in that country threatens to affect the unique ecosystem of the Galapagos Islands. Sea cucumbers are also shipped from many other countries around the world to East Asia. They are predominantly sourced from developing countries with little or no management in place. In general, sea cucumbers are easily overfished and need much greater levels of management around the world.

· Facai moss (Flagelliform nostoc) - Don't buy. A black, hair-like moss
that for centuries has been eaten in soups and a variety of dishes in the belief that it will increase the wealth of those who eat it. The harvesting of "facai," which sounds the same as "get rich" in Cantonese Chinese has turned millions of acres of grasslands in China into desert. To obtain the facai, which grows on the roots of grass, harvesters uproot grass, which takes about ten years to regrow. In the meantime, the earth where the grass formerly grew is exposed to the wind, resulting in desertification. About four acres of grassland are damaged for each pound (450g) of moss collected. China outlawed the sale of facai in 2000. Thus facai moss available on the market is illegal. However, artificial "facai" is available in market and can be a good alternative.

· 'Health' tonics containing endangered species - Buy very carefully.
Tonics containing endangered species such as wild ginseng, Asian freshwater turtles, seahorses, saiga antelope, pangolins, geckos, tigers, amongst others, are often consumed for Chinese New Year. All of these species are subject to overexploitation and uncontrolled trade. For example, few wild ginseng (Panax spp.) plants worldwide remain, with many wild ginseng species Critically Endangered. Although most roots on the market come from cultivated beds and a considerable amount is legally harvested from the wild, an unsustainable, illegal market still exists. Asia's freshwater turtles are literally being eaten out of existence, with three-quarters now listed as threatened, and over half considered Endangered. An estimated 24 million seahorses are taken from the wild every year, for use in traditional Chinese medicine, or sold live for the aquarium trade. Trade in all 33 seahorse species are regulated by CITES. With only around 5,000 tigers left in the wild, all international trade of tiger products is illegal, thus wines or tonics containing tiger bone are strictly prohibited.

For further information:
Caroline Liou, Programme Officer - Communications, TRAFFIC East Asia - China Programme.
Tel: +86 1370 120 4254 (mobile), +86 10-6522-7100 ext.
3811,
email:
caroline@wwfchina.org

NOTES TO EDITORS:
1. CITES stands for the Convention on International Trade of Endangered
Species. For more information on CITES: http://www.cites.org/
2. TRAFFIC, the wildlife trade monitoring network, works to ensure that trade in wild plants and animals is not a threat to the conservation of nature. It works in co-operation with the Secretariat of the CITES. TRAFFIC is a joint programme of WWF and IUCN -The World Conservation Union. www.traffic.org
3. For background information and a recent update on South African abalone, see: http://www.traffic.org/RenderPage.action?CategoryId=1654


Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Crossword

For God so loVed the world,
That He gAve
His onLy
BegottEn
SoN,
That whosoever
Believeth In Him
Should Not perish,
But have Everlasting life.

John 3:16

Monday, February 12, 2007

Just loafing around

What did the bread say to the flour on Valentine's Day?

I loaf you.


Sunday, February 11, 2007

Loveisintheair

I don't know how it started (I forgot who started the ball rolling), but the theme running through yesterday's Sunday morning service was Love. There were many love-inspired hymns, songs and Scripture readings (worship time overran by almost half an hour!). If I'm not mistaken, all the songs we sang had the L word appearing at least once.

The spark of the occasion was none other than the upcoming V-day (Like, duh?!). Of course, being in church, in a Sunday service, the thoughts of love were centred on God, and His love, since we're such *ahem* spiritual people. Haha. But some people (brave souls) managed to squeeze in some sharing about romantik love... meaningful stuff... thanks for sharing :)

But the two main things which struck me were these:


ONE.

We read John 3:16-18. Go ahead and read it again. Most times, we just read John 3:16, almost like a mantra. But as every good Bible interpreter would tell you, you must read the verse in context. Not just in isolation. So, it was good to read the two verses following the sixteenth verse of John chapter 3.

16For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
17For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.
18Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son.

Note my emphasis in bold. Keyword is "already". It means humanity was already condemned even before Jesus came into this world. We were already dead in sin. There was (and is) no one righteous. Every human is born with a congenital defect. We're terminally ill. Our default mode is condemnation.

So, it suddenly hit me that this one word "already" is the response to those who question God's fairness in "condemning people". No, according to the Bible, all of humanity from Adam and Eve stands already condemned in the sight of God. We're on the downward spiral, by our own doing.
We're not neutral. We're black as black can be. Our sins are red as scarlet, but God wants to wash us white as snow. It is God who is doing us an infinite favour by saving us through the redeeming work of Jesus on the cross. It is because humanity was already condemned that God sent Jesus Christ to save us, because He loves us. Believe God's Word. Believe in Jesus. Thank God for His grace and mercy.


TWO.

When we sang the song "Such Love" written by Graham Kendrick, the background picture on the projection screen was a scene of Calvary with three crosses silhouetted against the sun. Yes, three crosses. Not one. Somehow that struck me afresh, although I thought I already knew the crucifixion story pretty well... Jesus did not die "alone". Yes, he was forsaken by his Father, but he was executed with two criminals, one on his left and one on his right. And those two criminals had totally opposite responses to Jesus. One mocked Jesus,
one believed Jesus.

The word that came to me was, which criminal am I?