Psalm 37: 1-11Meek: those who leave their rights to GodMeaning of meekness:1. Trusting in the lord and continuing to do work, trust that gods way is betterVerse 3; Trust in the lord and do goodVerse 5; commit your way to the lord, trust in Him2. Take delight in the lordVerse 4; take delight in the lordBob pierce, world vision 1950 "let my heart be broken with the things that break the heart of God"Hosanna song : break my heart for what breaks yoursThis will lead to knowing God better, thus leading to us being able to better differentiate what is important and what is not3.Verse 7; be still before the lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret when people succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemesReceive strength from God to say all is well, I'm at peace.God will take care of the wicked and evil people. Remember to TRUST GOD.Isaiah 57:15God not only lives in high places but also lives in the hearts of the lowly and contrite; he lives in the hearts of the meek.Praus - Greek word for meekness1. In Greek literature the word is used to describe a soothing medicineMust be given in the right amount, not too much not too little2. Used by sailors to describe a gentle breezeUncontrolled wind can destroy a ship, here it is used to describe controlled ship that can be steered3. Used by farmers to describe a broken colt or tamed animalWhen an animal is tamed, it can then be riddenThese 3 situations describe scenarios where great power is present but you need to control it so that it becomes might.Power is not might until it is under control.Power is mightiest when it comes under God's control.Gods way of controlling power is meekness.How to be meek:If there is a room that no one wants, give that room to meSaying that you will take the "harder" solution instead of others
Being meek is the solution for the "Darwinian jungle"
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Blessed are the meek, Matthew 5:5
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Airports
My favourite airport (among the three that I frequently visit) would have to be the Hong Kong airport. I feel at ease there, simply because people of all kinds can be found. Being the cosmopolitan country that it is, Hong Kong's airport is buzzing with people on the move, people who have places to be. These people come together with such a great diversity that regardless of the season or time at which I find myself at the Hong Kong airport, I always feel that I fit right in.
The Singapore airport, on the other hand, reeks of comfort topped off with a hinge of the unfamiliar. I see faces typical of a Singaporean and feel relief to know that I am back in my home country. Yet at the same time I am on alert, constantly people watching. During my year abroad, it has come to my attention that more and more foreigners have slipped into this country. I watch them and wonder if they are coming or going, if they have made a life for themselves here or if their purpose is only to rest their souls for a few days.
Lastly, the Beijing airport. The main reason why this cannot possibly be my favourite airport is because it is a cold and disconnected place. The journey to get to the luggages is a seemingly impossibly long one, including the train that I repeatedly dread to get on - it is too tiring after after the long voyage I've just concluded. There are no shops to browse around, the ceiling is high, the floor is not carpeted and the light is too bright for ease. Lastly, the majority of people at the airport are constantly, time after time, the Chinese locals. And while this makes perfect sense since the location is, after all, in Beijing China, this create a drastic contrast to that of the airport in Hong Kong and even in Singapore. I find it isolating and lonely.
And I guess this is somewhat symbolic since everything I go back to Beijing, that is how I feel.
The Singapore airport, on the other hand, reeks of comfort topped off with a hinge of the unfamiliar. I see faces typical of a Singaporean and feel relief to know that I am back in my home country. Yet at the same time I am on alert, constantly people watching. During my year abroad, it has come to my attention that more and more foreigners have slipped into this country. I watch them and wonder if they are coming or going, if they have made a life for themselves here or if their purpose is only to rest their souls for a few days.
Lastly, the Beijing airport. The main reason why this cannot possibly be my favourite airport is because it is a cold and disconnected place. The journey to get to the luggages is a seemingly impossibly long one, including the train that I repeatedly dread to get on - it is too tiring after after the long voyage I've just concluded. There are no shops to browse around, the ceiling is high, the floor is not carpeted and the light is too bright for ease. Lastly, the majority of people at the airport are constantly, time after time, the Chinese locals. And while this makes perfect sense since the location is, after all, in Beijing China, this create a drastic contrast to that of the airport in Hong Kong and even in Singapore. I find it isolating and lonely.
And I guess this is somewhat symbolic since everything I go back to Beijing, that is how I feel.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Esther 4:4
"For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father's family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?"
- Perhaps this is the moment for which you have been created.
Nothing is more impressive than a woman who is secure in the unique way God made.
- Perhaps this is the moment for which you have been created.
Nothing is more impressive than a woman who is secure in the unique way God made.
Friday, February 6, 2015
God writes the music of our lives
Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the "rests." They are not to be slurred over, not to be omitted, not to destroy the melody, not to change the keynote. If we look up, God Himself will beat the time for us. With the eye on Him, we shall strike the next note full and clear. If we sadly say to ourselves, "There is no music in a 'rest,' " let us not forget "there is the making of music in it." The making of music is often a slow and painful process in this life. How patiently God works to teach us! How long He waits for us to learn the lesson!
- John Ruskin
- John Ruskin
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