Seeking answers

God, I seek answers
What will happen to the children?
They are without you

No one can guide them
They are lost and can’t be found
What will you do, God?

People are tired
Of living without water
That is clean and fresh

How can we relax
When we are starving to eat
And longing for home?

God, I seek answers
What will happen to the children?
They are without you.

Learning to ride a Bicylcle

Let me just put it out there right now: I can’t ride a bicycle. I never learned mainly because Asians don’t ride bicycles. Okay, that’s not fair to say. My Asian family doesn’t ride bicycles. I did ask at least once to my mum if I could buy a bike and learn. She said no, road kill.

Having said that, I recently got a “vision”, a very vivid image of me, a bike and God.

I gave my worries and fears, some specific others not so.

  1. worries about my assessments
  2. worries about the future
  3. despair
  4. hatred
  5. a broken heart and not being able to move on from a bad relationship

Each worry or problem made a part of the bike. The seat was Jesus. That never changed. One of the wheels was my worries and fears for my friend who was going through a bad break up.

Then, I gave these parts made of my problems to God. I saw all the different parts of the bike, labeled with my problems, go to the clouds. Because, of course, that’s where heaven is. He turned this into a bike.

I rode this bike with God walking beside me, holding onto the bike as well. As I rode along with him, my bike turned to gold and eventually all the parts of the bike were replaced with something good.

  1. God cares for you (from the verse, give all your worries to God, for he cares for you).
  2. love
  3. hope
  4. shalom (peace from God)
  5. hesed (wisdom of grace)

My old bike laid on the side of the pavement. God took it away to heaven. This means that all my worries, problems and fears were given to God. I don’t need to think about these things for one more moment of my life.

God let me go. I’m riding the bike by myself but he’s always behind me, watching me, ready to catch me if I fall and help me back onto the bike again.

I quite liked this ‘vision’ that I had and hope that this could help some of you out there who are struggling with doing everything on your own. I’m still struggling with this because of my essays and practicums. But  I have to constantly remind myself that I’m riding a bike.


Apostle Paul’s pet peeve: Veil

Paul wrote letter/s about women needing to wear veils as well as other things that people don’t sit well with especially the feminists. But perhaps we are taking something that’s more metaphorical, a bit literal? Perhaps in his time and his culture, this was the norm and that it was appropriate to take it literally. But not so much now. So what can it mean now? It has to mean something now because it’s part of the biblical story. Let’s look at it metaphorically.

But every woman who prays or prophesies with her head uncovered dishonors her head—it is the same as having her head shaved.

The temple used to have a veil. Only the high priest could enter into this space hidden behind the veil, to meet with God. When Jesus died on the cross, the veil in the temple was torn. This means that now everyone can enter this place to meet with God by His grace.

So then, to wear a veil, not a torn veil, but a whole one, means that women need not gossip or complain or nag-slash-remind people about what they need to do. They need to enter the place in the temple behind the veil, to meet with God in private, alone.

Not all but many women don’t like to do things alone. Humans were made to be social creatures but more so with women, they need to do everything with their galfriends, and their husband (in which they become one person and absolutely have to compromise on everything).

So quiet down, in fact, don’t speak, and then ask your heavenly husband, what you should do or any questions you may have.

In my next Friday 8:00pm (NZ), I will post about this exciting verse:

A woman should learn in quietness and full submission.  I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet. (1 timothy 2:11-12)

See you all next time and remember, you are allowed to be bald.