Archive for February, 2010

Love IS the Answer

Peru, Lima

What does it take to change the world?

We talk about it.. we profess it.. we declare it.. but does it mean something more than a phrase we like repeating because it sounds cool? Or because everyone is saying it? I want to know, whether you, or myself, really believe in it when we let the words roll of our tongue.. punctuated with pursed lips and a slight nod and perhaps a clenched fist thrown in as well?

I keep coming back to Hillsong and United, who have seemingly pervaded boundaries and cultures across continents with their verve, passion and fervour.. it’s mind-bending when you do think about it, because we’re talking about lighting a fire in tens of thousands of people in a single night, who glimpse Jesus in new and radical way as they experience a kind of earth-shaking worship they may have never seen or heard before until that moment — that moment when heaven collides and your spirit does a little somersault and sets off a series of explosions that you shed a tear or are just awed into silence — something inside you is just lit up, as if it were as simple as throwing a  switch, and you walk away from everything changed, brand-new, different, reborn.

This is worship we’re talking about.. imagine a city on a darkened hill, blazing, fiery, turning on thousands of little lamps at every angle it can reach.. so much so that we see the hillsides dotted like fireflies, who then turn on little lamps of their own.. it gets faster, quicker, spreading like wildfire… and before you know it, everything is just light, all darkness forgotten, a distant memory.. Mine is a poor metaphor at best, but think about it, chew on this and wonder about what it means.. more than just a metaphor Matthew uses.. ask Him what does it mean for you in the literal sense, in a real and practical way: “You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matt 5:14-16

Change is in our hands.. in the way we bring light to the people around us.. the real question now is how.. and the answer is simple.. we’re lamps.. vessels shaped to carry light.. used in dark places.. light-bearers and darkness-banishers.. and now we come to the exciting part.. and how gloriously simple it really is..

What is it that changes hearts, transforms minds, fires up the soul…? Something so powerful.. so all-encompassing.. so ferocious.. and yet so gentle to the one that it touches.. what is it that reaches that place deep inside of you that no man or natural thing can.. transcending mere words in a book.. crossing all walls and defenses.. more than language.. more than perceptions and mindsets.. even more than doctrine?

What is it then? Let me tell you this.. Love is the answer.. and His name is Jesus.

Let my hands be Yours, my words Your own, Your heartbeat in mine


Park & Cube

I’ve been reading Park & Cube for the last couple of days with some interest. At first glance it seems like one of the ubiquitious fashion/streetstyle blogs dedicated entirely to clothes and/or shopping and pretty much a self-celebration of narcissistic self-indulgence — though one can hardly deny the guilty pleasure of reading them with such vicarity — but Park & Cube, with some aplomb, separates itself from the drooling hipster masses.

(I was reading JUICE magazine over the hotness’ shoulder last night and the ‘Hipster Bible’ article advocated the hipster to read Dostoevsky, Satre and Salinger. Not to be snobby, but really, now.)

It’s probably because of the very intentional choice of words and images. The photos are consistent: in the sense of layout, composition, mise en scène, focus; all of which goes to shape its own identity in our heads. Clever. Stylish. Rich. Even tasteful (which is hard to find in the content that runs the gamut on the intarwebs, so never, ever, take that for granted). Decidedly un-gimmicky. And any one who talks about ‘panoptics, global connection and disappearance of space’ is good in my book.

‘The sky is so hormonal lately I feel like throwing it a big fat painkiller so it stops being so pissy and sunny within the course of a few hours. The other day I misjudged its temper and went out wearing nothing but a blouse and that fake lamb fur thing and caught myself a tickly cough cold, the thing that only creeps out in the most inconvenient of times like in church or in a packed train. I’m sure that if it weren’t for bird flu, swine flu, caterpillar flu, refrigerator flu I would’ve received a gentle pat on the back from a middle class gentleman while being offered baby backup water from mothers.’