Ah!

Is there no honour nowadays anymore in our lives? What does it means to "win at all cost" despite knowing you are no more respectable nor wanted? What does it mean to "lie, cheat & steal away" the people's trust and honour just to stay alive in power and for the mere survival of the family? I am generally reminded by John Maxwell's very apt quote which says " Absolute power corrupts absolutely! ". I guess, when the head of the family is corrupt and manipulative , it will be very obvious that the family will follow suit as monkey see, monkey do, right? 

I am always appalled when people who sits at their own personal throne in the local church constantly misused and quote scriptures for their own benefits and safe their own skins, so as to speak. I call this spiritual manipulation and cowardice of the highest level.  It doesn't take a genius to say it out loud that this is spiritual fraud and death but nevertheless an injustice to the already flimsy world that we live in today. It is easy for us to thump our chest and say that I did no wrong, but just my leadership style when in actual fact, the stench of filthy mismanagement ways, intimidation, fear tactics with the use of equally brainless muscles who are half-baked potatoes in their spiritual walk and putting their filthy hands in the church coffers plus knowingly concealed information of sexual predatory acts & filth on children in so-called Children's Home repulsively repel me of such individuals who claimed to be "righteous" in their own eyes.   Of course, we also have clowns and so-called counsels who had helped them "grow" big enough and when they could no longer appease the monstrosity of these ways, they started to think that what they have done all these years were fraudulently crazy and lenient. Grace and being graceful, you say?  Grace, my foot! It's called pure stupidity, selfish and evidently weak leadership. Well, smell the roses! It's too late because monsters will breed female monsters, boyish imps and eventually goblins for that matter. Ah...it is the world we live in these days as we continually blame it on the Evil one or conveniently put the blame on the evil one when the real culprits are the ones inside that four walled building or even the ones that will not stand up to be counted  that we hide our wrong doings and called it pervertedly good. These so-call leaders diluted the message and the righteous teaching so much that even the roadside drink seller would be so repulsive that he would close shop just to mourned the death of his profession. Yeah, these so-called leaders of leaders  had sold out the people, the community, the society for a fistful of ringgits, populist messages, building contracts, food contracts, "I need to use the hall to have my son's/daughter's wedding"  and even the " I scratched your back and you should scratched mine" schemes! It is not even surprising to hear that even a monumental Korean spiritual leader gets 3 years imprisonment for putting his dirty paws in the church kitty and coffers thinking it is right all the time. Well, I've got news for emulators/ worshippers or even leadership followers of this Korean disgraceful mentor - your turn is next. It may take weeks, years or even a decade but it'll come - this life or the next. That's for sure!!    

I will not mince my words just to say what I want to say. I will say it with conviction in my heart that I am very sad but at the same time cynically happy that finally everyone including those who gave me flowery names over the years;  could finally see the "real Devil" in some of these so-called shepherds in wolves clothings. I am not the least worried as pack of buffooning wolves huddled together , brandishing threats after threats plus pouring out scorn for even the Bible tells us that in the end days, evilness will flourish for a while. Guess, these people just proved the point and joined the pack of blundering jackals as well and we all know well enough where they will land.....eventually. All I can say is REPENT, you blundering buffoons! Stop talking of forgiveness and grace when you don't even know the basic meaning of these words lest you make it such a filthy word. Why? We need to forgive and forget so that you can still stick your filthy fingers, hands and legs into the coffers and use it for the extension of the family rather than God's kingdom again? Plus cry wolf till the sun comes down every freaking time someone points out the wrongdoings?

To the innocent sheeps and even ewes that were caught in the crossfire of mentally retarded and obnoxiously distasteful actions, pick up your feet and move out of this hell hole of deceitful, lying and corrupt institution of faith. Go to another place down the street or even take a rest for a while as you contemplate your decision to move. Forget about sentimental feelings. Forget about my children grew up here or I was married here or my son intend to marry here or even, I met my wife/husband here feeling. When your spiritual needs are not met, how do you grow spiritually? To me, that is spiritual death. I may not be a man with a certificate from Bible school nor a scholar from overseas or even a knowledgeable man like most of you are but I know enough to know that to hinder me to be happy with my Father in heaven in whatever way is a block to my walk with Him each day and a blatant disregard for my communication with my Father in Heaven.

It's doesn't matter if you need to go away for a few weeks but free yourself from such ridiculous bondage whereby you have no spiritual infilling at all. Just admit to yourself if you had been spiritually fed all these years? If you could not answer that very fundamental question of whether there had been a day whereby you were spiritually fed, it is time you get fed in the Word minus the fanfare of "flowery" message nor a "feel good" message. Take the bold step to walk down that street and hear the genuine praises & worship coming from the other places of worship. Go and have your heart filled with His Joy again. If you are hurting and nursing a bruising and bleeding encounter - fight no more. Pick up your mat., walk away, take the walk and seek the genuine joy. He will fill your heart again like He did to mine when I was wrecked, bruised, bleeding, torn and even shamed in so many ways. Every inconceivable name was given to me but I kept my faith while my family and I walked many halls of praise & worship. I am mightily glad that good caring friends helped us through and the balm of healing from His hands that matter to me and my family. 

I say the same thing to you, let God's balm of healing heal your hurt heart but never walk again on that very corridors that brought nothing but deceit in your life. A leopard doesn't change its spot nor a tiger changes its stripes no matter how it cajoules you or cry of repentance or court you with sweet words for it is still a wild animal with an inborn instinct to eat you no matter how friendly it is to you.

I say all this with no malice intended. Walk away and start anew at a new place. I am happy at where I worship today. It is not the religious institution which I am concerned of. It is the wayward, decaying, spiritual manipulative make-believe so-called shepherds that lead it and the people who are still in support of such nonsense that concerned me.

I am constantly reminded to write good and positive feedback in respect of our faith and our belief system. Believe me, I still do but sometimes the truth ,no matter, how ugly, painful and shameful had to be told too. We just cannot take the good stuff without wanting to know the bad stuff, right? We have to responsible in saying the ugly truth too eventhough people generally are more at ease with the good stuff. Well, to me, we can only move forward and learn from such events. Wouldn't you agree?  God bless you , people!

BTW, there are still many wonderful, good and God-fearing shepherds out there who had done some magnificent works for the people.....you are still honored, respected and rightly blessed. That's for sure!

Humility, the children's way.....

" Tell me, what is your secret of making the children happy with your lesson?" - someone asked me yesterday after my lesson with the Sunday School children. I told that person that my secret is buy lots of sweets, feed them well with food stuff and bribe the children with lots of interesting gifts. Wide mouth and flabbergasted, that person walked away sheepishly and still thinking about what I said when I told that person that I was only joking. I told that person that it takes heart to make the children happy with your lesson. Teach a short but meaningful lesson and then enjoy the time with them. That is my secret of success.

I've said it many times that I did not know where my strength comes each time I am faced with the daunting task of teaching the Sunday School children. Mind you, these are not "kiasu" children but one bunch of clever , witty and sometimes, handful children. There are times I do asked myself how did I ever land up the daunting task of teaching these children or what mess I have put myself in. I am saying this not with distaste or unhappiness but with gladness in my heart  I must tell you in all honesty that you've got to have the heart to want to inspire these children. You see, my only "tool" line or rather tag line that had been ingrained in my life has always been : To reach , teach and keep children for Christ. (Royal Rangers Ministry). This has been my tag line all these years and no matter what situation I am in, I am constantly reminded of this tag line which I've learned a long time ago.

I have learnt over the years that teaching these children required your concentration, creativity and to be one of them. I have learnt that when your heart is right and you want to touch lives, you yourself would have to be passionate and want to share His goodness. I am thankful for the children in the Sunday school as I teach them the Word in a more creative way.  In many ways, they teach people like me a thing or two about who they are and what they know. They are unashamed to tell you how they feel and what they know. So to me, it is always fun to learn from them as I teach them the Word. This is my secret with the children. To teach the children; be like them, know them and be honest with them. I am thankful that they have been "gracious" to me as I teach them.

Yesterday, I had lovely Sharon Khoo to help me with the children. She helped me a lot during the craft session and she also enjoyed herself as she did the craft with the children. As usual, these children created good and creative "havoc" with themselves and soon, the colors pencils, the colorful markers and even the colorful pens were all flying around and you could hear the excitement from the children. There was just fun all around and soon, their masterpieces are unveiled. Never mind if they don't look like Picasso or Rembrandt pieces; to me , they are priceless pieces. Masterpieces from the little ones.

I guess, that's what is important for me - the children doing their best and having fun doing it. As they showed me their pieces of " Be Humble" signage , I am so proud of them.  Even Sharon's signage looked very good indeed.

Of course, pinnacle of the day was getting the children sign my work as usual. I am just glad to have the children jot down their names on my artwork. It is my way of getting my satisfaction for what I have done for them. I was so glad when they nicely pen down their names in full this time! My artwork looked mighty fine to me at the end of the day. What do you think?

Psychologist?

Early last week, I attended a work assignment for a very routine case work but I guess, this experience knocked the socks off my senses a bit. You see, I went to this house and managed to do my interview and investigations in regards to a mishap that had happened to a property. 

Here was this petite, full bodied woman and feisty lady bursting her lungs out by condemning the offender of the mishap on this occasion. She was handling a small child and her two other children, one 20 year old daughter and a perhaps 6 year old son were in the living room watching TV.  I had to calm her down even before I started out my interview and site investigation. Again, she spew  a whole load of remarks which I felt was inappropriate and which I considered quite racist in many ways. I guess, over the years of work, you think, you've seen them all but hey, every turn of the day, you learn something new about people that will shock your rockers off. 

She then started to shout and rave towards her children and barking to her daughter to bring the food for the baby she was holding. The young girl went to the kitchen and retrieved the bowl of gooey stuff for the baby. By this time, I reached for my name card and gave to her. She nonchalantly took my name card and put it down . She then barked at her daughter , " Is this his spoon? Did you not know what the baby spoon is? " and stared down her grown up daughter. The poor girl stared back at her and said nothing. There was like a Mexican stand-off between the lady and her daughter for about a few minutes. Finally, the daughter just broke off the silence and said " You are so ridiculous!" while she pranced angrily and quickly to the kitchen and brought the baby spoon so that the lady could feed the younger baby.

I then carried out my usual investigation routine point and when she told me that her occupation was psychologist  in a foreign land. I was like " beg your pardon, did you say you are a psychologist?"  She answered firmly that she is working as a psychologist while her husband works as an engineer. I just could not believed what I have just heard and it was simply unbelievable indeed. Before I could say anything, the child grabbed my name card with his gooey/soiled with food hands and played with it. I could see my name card being made mashed potato in the hands of a very lively and cute little baby boy who has an equally vociferous personality like his mother. I am never one who would judge on people but I really felt that this woman was really way out of line. The message she sends as a mother was already bad enough ; I often wonder how on earth can one pretend when being a psychologist and trying to help others go through whatever difficulties they had. Here lies the death of a different kind. The death of a thousand qualifications and the death of a profession call psychologist. Imagine the fate and lives of many are in her hands when she administers her so-called expertise, week in, week out. What expertise is what I ask!  How on earth are the people ever gonna get better? Yunno, what stuck out like a sore thumb in this entire matter was the sad fact that it was all a mask. A mask that she puts on when she does her work and a deception I would call it. She had deceptively deceived the people who put their trust in her because of that long piece of paper that hung on her wall to adorn her clinic. A showpiece of her abundance of unguided pride, venomous spite and pompous personality. There was certainly a lack of remorse, a lack of compassion and even a greater lack of  grace on her part. The fact that a silver cross hung prominently around her neck made it an impossible miss for even the eyes of the partially blind person. How on earth can we portray God 's love if we act like like some lunatic on steroids? I wonder what is her expertise! 

She even chewed on me when I told her that her quotation for repairs were way off the market pricing. All the while, I remained cool and in a smiling state knowing that it would be futile to calm one that had already made up their mind to do the obvious act of untruthfulness and deceit. I am mightily aware that one should be compensated for the loss of property and so on but to cheat and lie to achieve it doesn't augur well with me. I told her that she will get what she deserve for the damages that had happened. When she came to realisation that I would not budge on my views of the loss, she threatened that she would go to the courts and so on. Hey lady, this ain't London, Paris nor New York! Wake up, smell the fresh flowers and live responsibly is all I could muster to say without offending anyone.  

Somehow it was a blistering hot day which I did not match it with my vile temper. I am thankful that I did not lose it that day. I would have like to, in all honesty but some how, years of experience had taught me that it was simply a futile activity. Ah! Teh mamak next , I guess.....that would be more awesome, don't you think so?         

Pictorial CNY 2014...

The family....

Together with mom & brother ,Liang.....

Me & the Lady Boss, SLing.

CNY morning tradition.... serving tea....

Yup, start the day with a "bang" alright................

Getting ready for the CNY eve feast.....

CNY Eve food spread at mom's place.

Gathering together........