Saturday, July 30, 2005

Ultimate Meaning

It is life alone that can have meaning.

There is no meaning in the infinitely big or the infinitely little, nor in the banal matter of our daily environment.
Neither the orbits of the planets nor corpuscular movements correspond to any history (only people, not matter, have and make history), and therefore they have no meaning.
They have no signification or orientation, for their changes and evolutions are directed to no end.
There is nothing ultimate about them from which we might deduce such an end.

This is why it seems so futile and unimportant to try to find links between the stars and us (astrology) or to try to find in the chances of the material world mysterious meanings or indications of the way we should live or decide.
All these things are neutral and blind.


But I am well acquainted with those who, coming up against some absurd and unexpected event, a simple play of circumstances, begin at that moment to examine their life and choices, so that if they do not find the meaning of this chance event in itself, they do at least come across some truths about the meaning of their own lives.

— p.18 Jacques Ellul, "What I Believe"

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Pagan Drift

I am such a pagan. This is the hardest thing for me to swallow right now. I really don’t think that it would be worth stopping my usual activity, mental spinning, arranging, organising, cataloguing, gratifying…
Its frightening to see my idols of power, fertility, pleasure all around me…and the God who is love waiting further back in the queue.

Ultimately, it is a trust and fear issue. I am afraid that I will not have enough: enough time, enough money, enough opportunities. And so, I must grab every single minute I have to do every single little thing I can possibly do with all the little things that I have – instead of receiving the time that He is giving me with open hands, for Him to do His work in me through all the wonderful components of his great creation.

I am essentially, an existentialist. Like Sartre, the sense of my abandoned and free state and my own sense of responsibility for my own creation crowds my world and fills it with cowardly and heroic despair and freedom. I know that God is there, and accessible, and available. But I feel that I am alone, I must sort out my own little bits and pieces and God is just nearby, waiting and watching and even cheering me on.

Part of this existentialism is my obsession with the present. The past is in another universe. The future is also a distant alternate reality. But where I am now, is the knife edge of the present. And I find that I tend to fixate on this experience of the present. Hence, I am in awe of the diverse experiences captured by my physical senses, my emotions, my intellectual processing my spiritual awareness. I draw some meagre snese of security from being able to record these. Reflect on these. Catalog and understand these. And it is precisely this egocentricity that crowds out any room for God. I’m too busy sorting myself out – I don’t have any time or space – I don’t dare stop all my darting around lest there be any time or space when I listen to God…


Of course, these issues disappear once I am brought out of my private self into public interaction. Community life forces me to listen, to stop, to wait with others, to worship. It gives me strength to do all the things that I know I want to do. Or rather, it creates an environment where I am no longer fully responsible for my own existential choices. There are people around me who impose upon me and hence, thankfully, force me out of my own existential tendencies.

Through Christ and His Body on earth, we are saved from our own sin...


Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Splendiferous

O man. I don’t think I’m doing too ‘well’. My world is spinning. My innerds are churning with great gulps of eternity bubbling in me, causing me great bouts of cosmic indigestion. I have fireworks exploding all around: flashes of grace, illuminating my inner world like great flares burning in the mist. O the wonder and the mystery that we have been invited into! O the magnitude of the drama that we are a part of! O the delicate strength that girds the entire universe yet crumbles in our frail imagination like spider webs in the breeze!

I want to stay in Him. I want to stay present to Him. I want to be in His word, in His Spirit, bathed in his blood. And yet, what am I to do with myself? I itch. I scratch. I tire. I distract. And I feel as though every single second I spend distracted is a moment where I have missed the magical touch of His presence – and then He is gone. And all that is left is the hope that maybe I can tell stories about what I once experienced, but what does that matter? The moment is over.

O great wondrous sweet grace!
What moralistic motivations have I let drive me apart from this spirit? How could I ever let myself just maintain the facades while I have been hungering for Him, and Him and only Him and more of Him… And to spend so much life, baby sitting my personality, playing games with my ego and my emotions when instead, I could, personally be drinking in the great draughts of sweetest nectar in the presence of the Almighty…

Monday, July 25, 2005

Grouse Grind




Saturday, July 23, 2005

Exile

Because of Jesus, the Exile is over.
We, as Adam and Eve’s seed, have born our labour with suffering as our curse. We have wandered the earth, banished from our beautiful garden, the tree of life and our wondrous evening walks with the Creator. And every time we look back nostalgically, we see an angel with a flaming sword waving before us the light that illuminates our own guilt and shame and inadequacy in stark contrast with the nobility and virtue of our Father.

No wonder we have tilled the earth with tears and raised our families in fear. We are failures in exile, alienated from our destiny and our glory by our own failings.

No wonder we grasp so fearfully at the fig leaves of our own status symbols. No wonder we hold so tightly to the power structures over our families. No wonder we do things because we ‘should’, lest we tip the balance of the already overbalanced scales of justice.
Worse yet, we may incur the wrath of our benevolent, but rigid cosmic supervisor – and perhaps forfeit our superstitious access to divine blessing?

And here comes Jesus. Declaring through his word and deed that the exile is over. The new Kingdom has come. And all – all, including the failures and the losers and the unclean – are invited to join the celebration of YHWH’s presence rejoining with His people.

That means, that now, if I dare to believe that Jesus is right, I am invited to live in the deepening relationship with YHWH with none of the stigma of the exile any more. That means that I can find my full and complete satisfaction in a wholly restored standing before God. That means that all of the vain compulsions that drive me here and push me there – all of these are falsities that only have the power that I ascribe to them. And I need not do anything they insist I should.

Because of Christ, the exile is over.

Friday, July 22, 2005

Surreal



This all feels so surreal.
The week is flying by – and I feel as though I’m flying: drifting over each day, each night, barely touching the ground, instead, just tapping along and pushing off the real.
I am feeling quite ‘up in the clouds’. My days have been filled with lectures – 6, sometimes, 8 hours each day. I go running through the beautiful Pacific Spirit reserve then up Acadia Beach. I read books and write papers. I've discovered a peaceful little piano room where i am reawakening my love for playing. And along the way, I grab bits and pieces of food and sleep and news from home…

I think I entered this strange rhythm when Drew and Tai left – and suddenly my most earthy, real connections were disconnected. Now I drift amongst the many wonderful people at Regent as an interesting ghost – still meeting people, having stimulating conversations, enjoying sunshine and coffee together – but not really knowing, or caring, who or why or where we fit in each other’s worlds.
Add to that the distinct, mounting pressure of papers to write and tomes to read…and suddenly the balance of ‘head in the clouds + feet on the ground’ is lost! Instead of walking steadily on the ground, surveying the clouds, I am bouncing jerkily from one to the other, like a jumbo jet bouncing across the cornfields in a crash landing.

Am I discovering much? Yes.
Not so much from the content of my lectures, as from my contemplation within the environs.
God is present and His truth is vivid and piercing.
Perhaps I’m afraid that I’ll stop bouncing and simply come to rest, scattered around the hard, practical earth. Perhaps I’m afraid I’ll keep bouncing, each collision remodelling another angle of my tattered fuselage and how much more battering can this ol’ tin can take? Or maybe, I’m just afraid for the dear people tucked inside my heart who are doing this journey with me, silently from afar…


I’m just thankful that I’m no longer the pilot. And that the One at the helm is still at the helm.

Monday, July 18, 2005

A Great Weekend





















Saturday, July 16, 2005

Trust


I think I’m still struggling to come to grips with the fact that the God we sing about with our sweet thoughts and our love songs is the same God who disciplines us and wreaks havoc on our world with His fierce determination.
Having known the weightlessness of His eternal love, I’m painfully conscious of the gravity of His intentions: that He is violently opposed to the darkness in me.
I am afraid of His love and His wisdom.
Oh to bare my chest to the famed Creator is to invite His blade through my side!
What kind of fool would I be to do that?

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Squamish



















Tuesday, July 12, 2005

The Avowal

As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
and water bears them,
as hawks rest upon air
and air sustains them,
so would i learn to attain
freefall, and float
into Creator Spirit's deep embrace,
knowing no effort earns
that all - surrounding grace.

— Denise Levertov, from The Stream and the Sapphire

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Pedagogue

Some of you have been asking about my professors. These men have been the hand of God for me over these past 2 weeks - guiding, feeding and *hammering* me with their lives and their words.
This, on the left, is Professor Waltke in action teaching Old Testament Theology.








This, of course, is me setting him straight on a thing or two... (Ha!)


Below is Dr. Mark Strom who's example has been a living epistle for me. His story has taught me the meaning of celebrating God's strength in our weakness - and not just for finding strength during our weaknesses. We've been wrestling with the question of Leadership - which is something that all of us do, just in different contexts. I think I will cherish his friendship and the short time we've been able to share for a long time to come.
Professor Daryl Johnson has done some wonderful work on Prayer using the Psalms. Working through his material, and the short corridor conversations we've had have created a rich sense of affirmation of what I am discovering to be the 'peace of God'. I need to also mention Prof Tai Luu who,... oops...i mean, my good friend Tai Luu, who has been feeding me with his notes from Prof Johnson's classes!!

On Monday, i start all over again, with new lecturers and new subjects!!




Oh yeah. Professor David Lyon has been leading the discussions about technology and its impact on our society. After missing a few of his early morning classes i was too embarrassed to pull out my technology to get his picture...(especially when i had just missed the class where they had discussed digital cameras)!

Metereological Games


I think I’ve got this weather thing all wrong.
I started last week, all ready for the blustery elements. Trousers. Shirts. Jacket. Scarf.
The day was not too bad. I saw people walking around with T – shirts on. I took my jacket off for more of the day than I had it on.
So, lose the scarf, lose the jacket. A couple of days later, the sun came out and I thought, hey! Lose the trousers too. (For those of you who have been in my last sermon series – no… this was not all done on one stage.)
Eventually, the few beautiful moments of sunlight and the fairly constant tepid cloud cover enticed me to fully summerize Vancouver.

So I started the new day. Shorts. T – shirt. Sandals.
And by the end of the day, it is raining, windy…I’m walking home, freezing and I can’t even run with these confounded slippers on!

Today was the first day that I retreated back to long trousers. Shoes. Shirt. Jacket.
I swear the morning was cold. It was all grey. It was raining.
And now that I’m home, I’m peeling my sweaty socks out from sweaty trousers after carrying my jacket everywhere I’ve gone while basking in the hot summer sun…

You’d think I’d learnt a thing or two from living in Melbourne…

Friday, July 08, 2005

quotidian



Another day.
Tasks to do and tasks to recover from.
I answered lots of emails today. Its nice answering emails. It allows you to feel a sense of accomplishment and expectation both at the same time. Perhaps for me, it even has a touch of novelty about it. I guess I don’t often spend time sitting around my computer answering emails…

Hobbled around campus today on legs that were insistently reminding me of the hills I ran yesterday and how surprised they were at the experience. Went to the gym this evening and made my arms feel like they ran hills too. I’m going up to Squamish this weekend to do some climbing and I’m a bit worried that my arms or legs might go on strike while I’m hanging from them…

Check out the slab! We don't have anything like this stuff in Melbourne.



I bought a terrific little device today, that I honestly think is the best invention I’ve bought this year. Its called a “book hug”. Costs 10 bucks and it simply holds books of all sizes securely open on the table. I’m wonderfully proud of it and am looking forward to reading all my books – just to use it!

Today's great quote is Dallas Willard. His definition of spiritual formation would surely be the greatest I have read - and surely the most challenging endeavour to be a part of:
Spiritual Formation is the spirit – driven process of forming the inner world of the human self in such a way that It becomes like the inner being of Christ himself.
That is surely what this is all about. Change my heart, O God.

Its wonderful to know that I don’t have to figure everything out. Especially in a time when people go to extreme measures to terrorize others, there is a simple peace that can rule our hearts and minds.

I think I drank too much blueberry juice today. Apparently next month is blueberry month in Canada. I like blueberries.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

My Magnificent Today

I thought I had ruined my chances at making this a significant day.
I had not slept much last night. I had, instead, spent the darkness leap – frogging over the hours, honestly, but ineffectively deliberating over issues that seemed to disappear with the light of day. Then I awoke with a start! My hands were still poised over my keyboard, mid – sentence, my neck aching and my head swollen and sweaty – and the rare Vancouver sun beating down on me. I had to drag myself forward, reluctant to admit that I had failed the first two tasks of the day – that is, to complete one good sleep and to get up ready for the new morning. Then after multiple checks of the clock and little affirmations from inside my computer, when I finally accepted my failing, I had to push again, reluctant to engage in the inevitable humiliation of rushing to catchup.

Thankfully, in this, my Father’s world, we don’t need to chase after the wonders of a new day. They are sitting, waiting for us to stumble – no matter how slowly, into them.

And stumble into them, I did.
By the time I arrived in my 4th class for the day, I was almost sure that this was a great day. I wasn’t exactly sure why. There hadn’t really been any outstanding events, no themes to pull the day’s threads together. I still felt I was snooping around, not quite belonging, not quite shining. It still felt awkward and inadequate. Yet, I could sense something different. No, not different – it had always been there, stirring and rumbling. But over the past 9 days it had finally begun to break its way into my conscious thoughts and now, it was starting to surface…tentatively bubbling up, gently, but ruthlessly flowing over my past 5 years like rivers of molten lava, turning what had, yesterday, been my challenges, into relics of a previous era.
But I must be careful. These things hammer through my strongholds like fortified battering rams – and yet, when I go to touch it, describe it, whisper it, they are as fragile as smoke. I am almost afraid of losing a grip on the very thing I am celebrating. But even if I do, this hammering will still continue. And eventually, what comes in spurts and bursts will eventually flood the earth like water covers the sea.

Surely this story will take many tries to tell it right – and it will take many years to tell it truly. And perhaps one day, I will better understand the specific contribution of each particular event in these last few weeks. For now I shall not even try to string it together. Perhaps in another day’s blog or in a quiet café over a friendly latte more insight will surface. For tonight, it feels like a duffle bag of doodads: a good chat with ol’ Tai & Drew, a beautiful run through the chirping forests and the winding sun – dappled trails of the Pacific Spirit Reserve, the long frustrating dead ended night, the short corridor conversation with Prof Darryl Johnson, the unexpected chat with Dr Mark & Sue Strom and the freezing walk home in the rain, the diverse mixture of perspectives in our class discussion on Leadership, my own estranged, detached observer status wandering around Regent…

Anyway. Here I am with Professor Waltke in the last afternoon class. He is teaching about Cultus: “the socially established acts and words in which a congregation’s encounter with the deity is established, developed and brought to its ultimate goal.” He is expounding the intricacies of the Old Covenant as it co – exists with the New… and the sudden question that leaps to mind is, “Why on earth am I doing all of this?” I mean, there are many ways to pursue God and many ways to serve Him in our lifetime. Pastoring a church is not necessarily the best, or the easiest or the safest!

At this point, although I had asked this question many times before, it felt like I had suddenly arrived at the right place to ask the question. It was as though I was finally ‘of age’ and ready to peer into the sacred chambers of my soul. I had surely asked these questions a million times before. But I had never found this answer – the answer – that was always there, but hadn’t matured enough to differentiate itself from all the other debris within.
Dr. Waltke was kindly continuing his highly relevant, painstaking detail about blood sacrifices and sacred sites. Meanwhile the curtains had drawn back the heavens had opened and a ray of light was beaming on a solitary wildflower amongst the rocks: the first sign of many to come.


Why am I here? There are many reasons for the things I have done, and the things I do. And I had usually understood my reason for being there, within the framework of what I was doing.
And so, the reason I was there was to preach. To lead. To manage. And they are the reasons I have a pulpit, a position and an office. But they are not the reasons I am here and not anywhere else. Why here? Why not in a different organization? Why not in a different city? Why not in a different job? And suddenly it was as clear as a bell.

I remembered a tempestuous, flamboyant 14 year old girl in a MacRob uniform who desperately wanted to be known by God, and to know Him. I remembered sobbing with a gawky asthmatic kid we used to call Champion, knowing that his own spiritual strength would somehow be the yardstick of the next generation’s strength. I remembered holding my dear friend Matt in a hug so tight and so long, longing and yearning for some, more meaningful way to communicate, to express, to put into action the deep love I could not put into words. I thought of Darren, who had laughed with me through a whole miraculous night of deliverance, then trembled through the following weeks in wretched fear of those demons, more real and constant to him than my own intermittent companionship and Christ’s own presence. I thought of my buddy Terence, who had stood by me with simple, cheery pragmatism while plowing through the most destabilizing of his own family disasters. I remembered my medical colleagues Yiyuen and Yishi and Vicky as we wrestled with finding Christ and helping others find him. I thought of Alison and how, while running through the dusk, I fell in a pothole, fractured bones in my ankle and she having to half - carry me the long trek home. I thought of Lea and Chris and Nicole and Steve and Yuli and Mum and Desmund and Aunty May and Yennie and Kev and Euge and Cher and like a torrent of meaning and purpose and promise, faces and names from the past 5 years started flooding in and suddenly I realised that I wasn’t here because I wanted to change the world. I wasn’t here because I wanted to preach. I wasn’t here because I needed to build a big church or make my entrepreneurial mark on the who’s who of Christendom. I was here because I loved these guys. And I knew that me, having a nice job with a comfortable paycheck and a societal position wouldn’t mean anything to me if I couldn’t see these guys become everything they desired to be in Christ. Suddenly it confronted me with stunned eyes – like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck – that I’m not a scholar trying to defend an ideal or even a vision. I’m not a preacher trying to get His particular message out to the world. I’m not even a religious man upholding the tenets of his religion.
I’m a kid with a bunch of friends who began a journey together – without even knowing it, back then – and who was willing to do whatever I could do to see the incredible prayers that was in each of my dear friend's hearts, answered.



I looked down at Professor Waltke, labouring at his post, as he had been for the past 50 years. I looked at my fellow scholarly colleagues sitting around me. Then I looked in my heart at the deer’s saucer eyes caught in the headlights of the oncoming glory of God. And I realised that so much of what I had been doing over the past 5 years was simply because I was scared. I was scared that I wasn’t being a ‘proper’ pastor. I was scared that I wouldn’t live up to my friend’s expectations of what great pastors did. I was scared that I would lose the grace that I had been given. And so I ended up focusing more on trying to do more ‘pastor’ things that supposedly successful pastors did – instead of doing what none of the books had said to do, but that I was here to do.



And I knew I had a choice: slam on the brakes, swerve to one side, risk the advance of this locomotive by derailing its collision course. Or, take the deer between the eyes and allow the full force of God’s love to smash into those things that I held dear, but that I now count but road kill for the sake of what Christ would do instead?

Did it really matter if I was the reknown preacher? Did it really matter to me that my structure worked? Did it really matter to me how big we grew? Apart from wanting the affirmation of a few other high achieving leaders, did it really matter if I was eligible to stand with Pastors of churches of 3000 instead of 300?



It all made sense as I listened to Dr. Mark Strom that evening: Dying with life. Living with Death. Being In Christ.
Suddenly it all made sense. Christ painstakingly paved the path directly through the things that we feared the most. And His path did not curl around them. Rather, His path nailed straight for the jugular. He set me free by his complete and utter disrespect of the self – preserving systems and structures of the age: His refusal to submit to Jewish / Greco – Roman power structures. His rebelliousness against his own desires. His strength that required no platform, no honour, no army, no team.
He set me free by His own example.

And now that I’m free? I am free to love. I am free to give my time to loving the people in my service and serving them in my love. I am not chained to a taskmaster that demands sophistication or perfection. I’m on a journey with a bunch of friends. That’s why I’m here.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

My Room



By popular demand, here's a funny panoramic photo of my room.
Rm 322, Carey Centre, Iona Drive, University of British Columbia

SOAP: Hebrews 1:14

Heb 1: 1 – 4, 14
God, after he spoke long ago to the fathers in the prophets in many portions and in many ways,
In these last days he has spoken to us in His son,
whom He appointed heir over all things,
Through whom he also made the world.
He is the exact radiance of His glory
And the exact representation of his nature,
And upholds all things by the word of His power.
When he had made purification of sins, he sat down at the right hand of the majesty on high, having become as much better than the angels…
14 Are they not all ministering spirits, sent out to render service for the sake of those who will inherit salvation?

Observation:
There would be, it seems, a created order in the universe: More honourable, less honourable; Greater and lesser. The hierarchy looks like:

1. The Majesty on High
2. The Son, at the Right hand of the Father
3. The fathers and those of us who will inherit salvation
4. The angels, ministering Spirits sent to serve us.

Application:
When it feels as though we are on top of the stack, as though we are in control, it is easy to forget that there is a hierarchy – and that we are honoured. When you have climbed to the top rung, it is possible to take for granted how far you have come and how much it has taken to lift you up.
Likewise, when it feels as though we’re on the bottom of the stack, it is easy to feel forgetten – unless, of course, you are useful.

We humans, if left to the bottom, would surely not be considered very useful for the purposes of service on the earth. We, if exalted to the top, would not appreciate, nor take responsibility for the privileges. If our history is anything to go by, we would probably end up despising our own hierarchy, disparaging those below us and probably undermining the very honour that we were given!

It is important for me to honour those who are above me. These remind me that I am a man under authority and that I am submitted to a greater vision and a higher wisdom than my own. It is also important for me to recognise that there are others who are waiting on me. These remind me that I am a man with responsibility and with glorious beings who are created specifically to serve us, I am a man with opportunity.

Prayer:
Master creator, it is a privilege to dwell in your world as a creation amongst your creator. It is an even greater honour to present myself at your feet and before your throne. It is my greatest honour to walk with you, to bear your name, to share in your friendship. Please teach me to be like you. Please, for the sake of your name and for those who serve me, teach me to carry your purposes to my team of angels.
With the courage that comes from knowing your Son, I ask you to overcome all my weaknesses, fill my with your light.
As per your Son’s request,
Pilgrim.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Week Two

I think I’m almost settled into this new place.
Its good to remember what its like to be an ‘Overseas student’ again. In amongst the core existential issues that drive our quest, are the basic unresolved practicalities. And so, like the fish who finds himself out of water, I’ve been flapping around madly, meaninglessly wriggling trying to find my way back into some kind of life – sustaining routine…

I think I’m almost there.
I’ve got a nice one bedroom dorm about 10 minutes from Classes. It has some kind construction workers next door who generously provide me with a regular 6am jackhammer alarm clock. It also has adequate solitude and seclusion from the already deserted UBC summer campus – I’ve hardly seen 2 living souls in this complex in the last week! I still haven’t been able to successfully dial out of my room phone, although I have got the answering machine working and I can receive calls on 0011 (1604) 225 5955]!!


I’ve found a basic little grocery store that’s not too far from here. The only fresh food they stock seems to be bananas and peaches. But hey, I like peaches. I’ve worked out some decent eating places not too far from me: McDonalds, Subway, Harry’s Pizza… The other university restaurants are all closed for summer…but my salvation is a little Japanese place that does $5 bento boxes and the trusty ol’ Chinese takeaway.
This weekend though, through Tami’s mum extensive social network, I suddenly got to meet a wonderful group of aunties and uncles. In amongst their wonderful hospitality over BBQ dinner and after – church lunch, I managed to loot a couple of days worth of leftovers. Maybe that’s why I feel a bit more secure now hmmm…

I’m plugging away at 3 subjects right now.
The first one is with Dr. Bruce Waltke. I’ve been wanting to meet this guy for a while and to sit under his teaching in person. He’s an eminent Old testament scholar who’s one of the 15 guys who nailed out the NIV translation and the new 2005 revision. We’re ploughing through his 400 pages of lecture notes on Old Testament theology…and somehow we’re supposed to finish this by next week?
The second is with Prof David Lyon. He’s a sociologist who is leading some interesting research on the social consequences of technology – especially in regards to privacy and global surveillance (ie., webcams, iris scans etc. etc.) This subject opens up some pretty interesting discussion about the impact of a shrinking and speeding world on how we build relationships and interact in community.
Lastly, I’m taking a subject on Leadership with Dr. Mark Strom. We’re taking a good hard look at Paul as a leader and contrasting his leadership style to the managerial and ministerial modes of leadership in yesterday’s and today’s churches and businesses.
I dare say, I think I’ve gone a bit silly with the work load. I’ve got 6 hours in classes each day plus assignments and readings.
But then, I’ve only got one more week to go.
Next week begins a new fortnight of classes.

I’ve been able to explore out some really nice running circuits around here. The one I’m think I’m gonna work on is a solid 10km loop that takes me 4km through the heavily wooded forestry of the Pacific Spirit National Park, then 3km along the Spanish Banks Beach, then up this crazy 3km incline that goes up up up along the coast to Point Grey on University hill. I’ve done it a few times now and I think its worthy of my sweat!

Thanks to my awesome team back home, I’ve even been able to get connected back to Sunday’s service to hear the fresh sermons and stay in touch with great momentum that’s starting to spin.

They say that the people you first meet when you come into a new place, even after all the other people you meet, will still be the best friends you keep. In my first class, I got to know the guys I sat next to and we formed a prayer group. Its pretty awesome how the Master has brought our lives together at this particular time in each other’s lives. Drew is from Dallas and has just in the last 2 weeks had his first experience with speaking in tongues after his mother’s conversion. Tai is from Seattle and has also just started exploring this whole new world of the Spirit in the last 2 months. I feel like I’ve just walked in on the middle of the Master’s masterpiece! They’re also facing some pretty significant transition issues with relationships and future plans – so, at least I don’t feel like I’m alone!
Friday night we headed out together. Had authentic, home – cooked Korean food and then trooped down to the Richmond night market to try some octopus balls and barbeque fish…

And of course, I’ve managed to start getting this blog thing going. I don’t think I’ve got the hang of blogging yet at all. I write too much, I take too long, I get caught up in things that most of you guys probably only want to read when it comes out in an edited book! Anyhow, I’m trying. Do let me know how I’m going along the way!


So here’s to another week. I’m trying to focus on studying and thinking through a whole stack of issues but my thoughts keep snapping back to the beautiful faces that I know are walking with me on Expedition. You guys are in my thoughts all the time. May the Master work His wonders into your hearts just as He’s working on mine.

Ramblings on Tension

We experience inner tensions – desires that pull us in different directions. We want to be liked, we want to be safe, we want the power to control, we want the freedom to act without responsibility, we want food, we want sex, we want money…

All these desires pull us in various directions. If one particular desire is strong enough, it focuses our energies and drives them with the full force of our strengths towards a goal. But to do that, that desire must be stronger than every other desire.

Hence, the ancient Roman virtue of ambition and the grand ferocity of competitiveness. It is an impressive thing when all the lesser, petty trifling desires can be focused into one single ambition. It could be anything – a marathon, a job, a high score on a computer game – but these ambitions bring out the great energy in a person and they propel us into grand endeavours.

However, this introduces a new dilemma.
The stronger our inner tensions, the more we will focus on fulfilling and relieving our own inner drives – and the less we are able to focus on relating with others. The extent to which a person is caught up with their own inner journey, to that same extent, they will have difficulty sharing another person’s journey.
And therein lies the dilemma: Although strong ambition may bring out the best in a person, it may also bring out the worst – and it most certainly precludes true community.
This may express itself in various ways. It may be the ambitious individual using others to fulfil their own inner ambitions. It may be the ambitious individual isolating from people they feel they cannot use. It may be the ambitious individual competing with others who appear to be a threat. It may simply be that the ambitious individual has no inner space to enter into other people’s desires as their inner world is consumed with their own.

Although these ambitions may be and have been harnassed to achieve significant feats, they provide a very poor foundation for healthy relationships, growing families, or stable communities. The possibilities of many individuals to focus their petty desires into a noble one, then coordinating them with others to have the same ambition, without becoming competitive – and then allowing each to simultaneously, furiously pursue these goals makes this road an emotional deadend of conflict and war.

In contrast to the Roman virtue of Ambition, the Eastern teachers advocated a different path. That involved the annihilation of all desires. The truly stable human being is the one free from inner tension. They have transcended their desires. They have recanted their ambitions. They live completely at peace by virtue of the fact that they no longer desire happiness, they no longer refuse suffering. They, instead of ruling over their many desires with one greater desire, instead annihilate all desire, leaving an empty space of quiet and solace.
Their one great endeavour is to release all inner tension, resulting in the blissful state of peace and transcendence.

This, theoretically, should provide a tremendous foundation for relationship. After all, the individual with no inner tension has complete freedom to respond to the needs and desires of others. They, instead of using others to fulfil their own ambitions, can be of use to others who need help and support in releasing their ambitions. And so, they who are peace with themselves should be the ones who can best create a safe place for others.

However, not many of us have actually reached this place of transcendence – and the majority of us are not even close! Although we, at times may sense that we should not be so selfish, yet, we still have our own ambitions that will not release us.
And, recalling the Roman tradition, if our society is to move forwards, we would still want ambitions to focus and inspire our desires.




So, is there a resolution?
Christ certainly presents the both / and.
Firstly he not only releases people from the spoken code of ambition (the law), but He himself fulfils it. That is, he’s not destroying the code to set people free. Rather, he accomplishes it himself. He allows us to see someone who has already done it. It is no longer an abstract concept we need to clamber after. It is no a personal role model who calls us to follow him. He then sets the standard even higher. He calls us to even greater ambitions of perfection, Kingdom advancement, world domination, personal influence. He dares us to do even greater things than he did. He challenges us to extend our work into all nations of this globe.

Then he also teaches us to let go: to forgive, to release, to trust, to surrender, to submit – and in the most astounding act of all history, resolved the imbalanced equation by dying on the cross. His instructions to us seem to carry the same annihilistic call – take up your cross and follow me to your death.

Surely, somewhere here is the essence of not just community (Eastern support and foundational stability), not just work (Roman achievement and ambition orientation), but of team work.

Somewhere… but where?



Must we spend the first 40 energetic years of our lives chasing our individual pursuits until we either get so stressed or so disillusioned that we then submit ourselves to the long 8 fold pathway to enlightenment? Must we castrate the creative, ambitious, reproductive drive in our youth so that it won’t bother us for the rest of our peaceful, stable eunuchoid lives?
If we are to achieve a balance here, where does the fulcrum and the focal point lie?

Intuitively, in our team setting, it seems to me that we must adopt activities and allow for experiences that give us opportunity as individuals to resolve – or release our own personal tensions. That is, what bare minimums do we need in order to feel safe, to feel secure, to feel successful. Physical exercise in which we can resolve the tensions of being ‘healthy’, or achieving something and we can have an environment where we can release the other tensions of the day within an atmosphere where there is no room to keep holding on to the other issues.
A good coffee with a friend – where we can resolve the tensions of being accepted and affirmed, of satisfying pleasures of safety, of affirming achievement with one another.
Prayer, Devotions, Study…activities to fulfil our ambitions and to release our tensions. Activites where we can have some yardstick of success, some affirmation of our belonging and security, some experience of safety and stability.

Then, we are free to come together as Kingdom teams who do not meet to use each other to meet one person’s ambition. Rather, as people who are at peace and who have dealt with their own inner struggles, we can come together to join our efforts in some greater struggle. We become free agents who are not ruled by the tensions of our own personal status, survival or success, but rather we are available to engage in a greater cause for other people.

Hence, we seek first, Peace – which provides the foundation on which we can build noble, community building ambitions. This peace can be found and sustained with the aid of our disciplines. But most significantly, it stems from our relationship with our Master who inspires us and coaches us in becoming like himself.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Jetsam

Its almost a week now, since I stepped out of Melbourne and wandered into the vast western settlements of the empire.
I think I left, more as an exile than an adventurer. It felt like I was walking away from Melbourne, more than I was walking to Vancouver.
I backed my way out of the office, out of my apartment, out of the gala annual dinner, with my eyes still fixed on what I was leaving behind – with little thought of what I would be entering into.

In a surreal, backward kind of way, the past 6 days swirl around me in an empty, random haze. Powerful, purposeful Kingdom explorer? Or simply a starstruck, stumbling pilgrim?
All the random, silly, curious events of the journey stain the whole excursion like the spots on a dog running aimlessly around the proverbial backyard of my mind.

• Falling asleep on the couch instead of packing diligently for my future.
• Having the wheels break off my 25kg suitcase halfway up Broadway st., with another 2km of walking ahead of me.
• The air stewardess who brought me an entire box of Kleenex because I wouldn’t stop sobbing in the middle of the in - flight movie.
• My beautiful and delightful flying companion up to Sydney, the distant and disinterested and disdaining companions up to Los Angeles, my egoistic, boastful, embarrassingly confident companion up to Vancouver.
• The flattering feeling of being earmarked a ‘suspicious’ traveller at the Los Angeles airport, requiring comprehensive searching, questioning, chemical testing, internal verification – simply due to the combination of my late ticket booking, my transit status, my aloneness, my good looks?.
• Being detained at the Los Angeles customs because of the apple that I should have eaten instead of carrying off the plane.
• The old chinese man who came and personally reprimanded me for sneezing to the side instead of fully covering my mouth.
• Running up and back the nooks and corridors of Sydney’s labyrinth looking for the Gate 53 which the officer had told me was always the L.A. terminal – only to check my boarding pass to realize that this time, they were waiting for me at Gate 9.
• All the 40 gaudy, gum – chewing, self – confident Florida teenagers overwhelming our seating compartment with their drawling whining, groaning into the dark oppressiveness of 13th hour in the air.
• The frustrating, unbending duty free saleslady who, on principle, would not sell me the OAKLEY sunglasses she had spent half an hour trying to sell me, because there was less than 2 hours until my flight departed.
• The panic in Canadian customs when I couldn’t find my passport in the appropriate compartment of my bag – only to find, many millilitres of adrenaline later, that it had slipped under the loose flap of the cool bag that my father had innovatively reinforced for maximum laptop protection.
• The remarkable salvation of being able to talk with another trusted human – and the remarkable coincidence of finding a UK trained, Malaysian Indian interventional echocardiologist from Melbourne, once worked under The T.H. Goh from the Children’s Hospital – on the bus from Vancouver airport.
• The difference that it makes having pretty air stewardesses
• How good the airport duty free shopping is in Melbourne, Malaysia, Singapore compared to LA and Vancouver!
• The super friendly gay lovers who gave me a guided tour of Vancouver all the way to UBC. And the look on their faces when they learned that I was there to study theology at Regent College.
• The relief of being able to soak in a bathtub after travelling for the last 30 hours

And then, after backing my way through all these spots, I suddenly found myself in the high – brow academic environment of Regent and the deserted summer environment of the University of British Columbia!

After the past 5 days, I think I’m only just starting to find my feet, my focus, my food, my friends…
But more about that another time.

For now, it is enough to know that there are other people on the other side of the world who do still love me.
And that there is also another world that we still have the opportunity to build for them.