Work tonight

30 10 2008

It was Parent-Teacher Conferences from 1:30pm till 8pm and whilst I am shattered physically right now, I was so blessed by some of the comments the parents made about how their child was doing in my classes, and what they (the parents and the students) thought about me. Ah, God is good. He does provide all the things we need…

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How’s this for being radical?

29 10 2008

This is the video I just finished watching while procrastinating from that paper that is due tomorrow. Oops, I mean later today. The story is incredible though – a woman buys a house that was foreclosed, and gives it back to its original owner. How’s that for radical? I caught myself thinking, “If only the world were more like this…” and then realised that we ARE the world. If we don’t change our lifestyles, and our mindsets, how could we possibly expect to see change??

 

It’s going to be a long, long week. I have class tomorrow night, and have to get there early as I’m meeting with the professor about speaking with Peter Chan, a pretty famous local director, about his film Going Home and so tomorrow’s going to end late, but then Thursday and Friday are Parent-Teacher Conferences, and I have 3 classes to teach the morning of Thursday, then it’s back to back conferences until nearly 8pm. Friday morning is a late start day, ish, and I have more interviews with parents, followed by Waiting For Godot in the evening. I am unbelievably psyched about that, so I better stay awake for it…!

I will be missing my bed tonight.





Oh no…

22 10 2008

Received some information on the Dissertation tonight. OHGOSHES.

But worship in chapel this morning was cool.

On a separate note altogether: you must check out “I’ll Be Okay” by Desperation Band.





My resolution

19 10 2008

I am going to write that paper for Narrative today. After I get this bum wrist seen to, that is. It’s getting pretty bad.

I feel like I should be writing about where I’ve been, faith-wise, but I find myself empty of things to say at the moment.





This is blowing my mind

17 10 2008

Went to Passion Hong Kong last night, and it kicked my ass on a lot of things. I’ve been so dry recently, mostly from being tired all the time, and perhaps because I’m just not in a place where the only thing I cando is depend on the grace and mercy of God. But this song came on just now, after a conversation with some students, and my heart is breaking anew.

Jeremy Riddle – Sweetly Broken
From the album Sweetly Broken

To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of its suffering I do drink
Of its work I do sing

For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just

Chorus:
At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered

What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified

You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled

In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness

What it means to be broken-hearted

I’ve finished lessons for the day, and I’m astounded by His goodness. Classes were fun and I appreciated the textbook a lot for History as we could do the questions at the end of the section and it was good just quietly helping individual students out. Some days, I miss the intimacy of tutoring.

My wrist is hurting quite a bit though… this is being the worst sprain I’ve ever had.





To _______________

12 10 2008

I have to say that finding out this way really, truly felt horrible for me. I guess in some ways, I had hoped… but never mind now. I will try and forget, and you will just continue, as clueless as ever. I am trying to be ____________ for you right now, but it’s hard when this feeling of betrayal is so strong, even though it shouldn’t be.

I feel like I don’t know you at all.

But then again, who’s to say I ever did? Maybe this friendship has always been nothing more than my imagination, my construction.

I need a vacation, time, and distance away. I just need to be away from this all right now.

I just need to grow up, I think.





A little bit, I guess

12 10 2008

A Sunday of quietness, of resting and of work. So what is a Sabbath in my life? I wonder, sometimes. Still, I suppose it could be worse.