Jehovah Jireh

"If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well."

- Matthew 6:30 - 33

I learnt today that He wasn't joking.

Out of the Box

From a book i'm reading - A Deeper Level by Israel Houghton

This is an abstract from Alvin Richardson, apparently a production coordinator with Israel Houghton

"I am so excited that God has called us to a deeper level. I'm reminded of a time when the nation of Israel was called to a deeper level - basically invited to have a closer, more intimate relationship with God.

Sounds like a no-brainer, right? But they said, "No thanks." It was too intense for them, too scary.

So, instead, God allowed Himself to be figuratively put into a box. They build the Ark of the Covenant to house the Ten commandments, Moses' rod, and a jar of manna.

In many ways, however, this box represented the perceived presence of God to the Israelite people. I think God allowed this because He knew that eventually they would get sick of religion and ritual and would cry out for more.

God has undeniably called us to a deeper level. I believe He wants us to get past the trappings of church culture and lingo and habits. We have the same opportunity that Israel had - will we say "yes"? Or do we secretly prefer for God to stay in the box because it is too scary to have Him so close that our ugliness is exposed.

I think we tend to prefer the box. We try to fit Him into a program or a timetable. We repeat the things we say to Him in worship over and over.

Why don't we let God out of the box?

The truth is: we shouldn't be afraid of God cramping our style; we should worry that we will cramp His!

Our faith is boxed in. Our worship is boxed in. Our prayer life is boxed in. Let's respond to the call to go to a deeper level and let God out of the box. Let's worship expecting to see the lame walk. Let's sing and play expecting to see limbs grow back.

God has already blessed us so much from inside the box - imagine what He will do once we let Him out. During this consecration, find your box and rip it to shreds. There's no telling what God will do."

- Alvin Richardson
Blessings Beyond the Box

whine

my back is terribly painful - i can't even bend down to pick something up without wincing.

i'm in school on a friday night, intending to do work, but so far all i have done is watch miami vice(which sucked too much for me to finish).

i am dry as a bone for my graph comm assignment. it's really frustrating when you have no ideas.

i feel terribly lonely.

"But it won't mean a lot on a mountain top, when the wind reaches out for your soul..."

some strange kind of familiar. :)

Sandi Thom - Superman

Some of us are reaching for stardust
Some of us are digging for gold
But it won't mean a lot
On a mountain top
When the wind reaches out for your soul

Some of us stand in the spotlight
Waiting for a round of clothes
But if the people go home
And you're left alone
To phase the sadness behind closed doors

I don't want the sun
I don't want you to run
I don't want my superman
I don't need wonderland
Just want you to love me

Some of us wants silver linings
To be the belle of the ball
Going down in a blaze of glory
Now the the story is nothing at all

I don't want the sun
Don't want you to run
I don't want superman
I don't need wonderland
Just want you to love me

I don't want the stars
or Venus or Mars
I don't want superman
Don't need wonderland
Just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
I don't want superman
I don't need wonderland
Just want you to love me

disappearing

i feel like i'm disappearing from a lot of people's lives.

notes on the defeat.

So, we got pwned for creative strategies today. And I feel like shit for it, not because i mind getting pwned, but because our presentation really... sucked.

Because we learn the most from our defeats, here's a list for future reference:

1. Never prepare for a presentation the night before. Chances are, you will work late in the night and put out half-hearted work because you are tired, you want to end the night, and you have to hand in tomorrow.

2. As the advertising man, you need to advocate the product. Ads are simple. You sell the product. You build a brand. You are just the channel. Advocate the product, don't try to prove your worth.

3. If at the end of the presentation, your audience/(client) don't want to buy your product, then you have done a shit job.

4. Know your audience/(client) and focus on the right things.

5. You have to come back and win the next round.

let the pregnant people sit.

Today, I was on the train, coming back to NTU from raffles place. FML.

No, of course I understand that does not constitute a FML. The truth is, this post doesn't constitute to a FML, but an AFML. Almost-FML.

Anyway, so I was on the train, standing near the train door as I always do. Boarded this pregnant lady from my side (the train opens on the other side on Dover) and she walked right in front of me. There were no seats to be found, so she stood in front of the priority seats.

Now, if you have been on the train in recent months, you would know that there are hugeass posters pointing to the reserved seats. There she was, standing in front of one and the auntie sitting there refused to budge.

I was growing increasingly irritated, as I began to fear for the safety of said pregnant lady. Why can't the auntie be more civic minded and give up her seat?

I almost wanted to ask the auntie in the priority seat to give up her seat, but fortunately, the pregnant lady got off at Jurong East.

Fortunately because as "pregnant lady" walked away, I realize... maybe she wasn't pregnant. The bump in her stomach either significantly reduced in size during the train ride, or I was just a bit wonky. It was no more than a slightly oversized excuse for a tummy.

AFML.