Friday, July 25, 2014

In praise of fathers

Yesterday was my deceased father's birthday. Remembering his birthday makes me miss him sorely. He was such an imperfect man, and yet, in his gross imperfections, he was the perfect father, for he loved me and my siblings dearly, and would have given up his life for any of us without a moment's thought.

The older I get, the more I appreciate the man he was and the one he aspired to be. I find myself aligning with his values, for he chose to emulate my grandfather for the most part, who was a good and upright man.

Despite the fact my grandfather himself lacked a father, he was guided by the Father of us all. A sickly baby when he was born to a mother recently widowed with three other sons to care for, he was left on the doorstep of a convent, consigned to God, so to speak. He was taken in, baptized and survived. When his mother heard he was alive, she came back for him, pledging to bring him up in the Catholic faith. And that was how my grandfather grew up to be a God-fearing man who fathered seven children of his own, of which Dad was the eldest.

As his father taught him, my father taught me right from wrong. I am very much guided, especially in difficult situations, by what he would have done. Although, I am so much like him at times that it scares me, for he was highly critical being perfectionistic, autocratic, hot-tempered and impatient - he could be a royal pain.

I thank God for the gift of my father for without him in my life I would not have learned many things, chief among which is how to be a woman of substance and style. His greatest gifts to me were my baptism, my vibrant Catholic faith, and the education I received at his hands which was both catholic and enriching:

I learned to always seek the truth and to strive unceasingly to be better person.

I learned to embrace pain and suffering like a champion, without a whimper; to be strong, independent and brave. Whining is for wimps. Regrets are for fools. Make a decision and run with it, don't waffle.

Through him I learned how to appreciate the finer things in life, but also how to live simply, savouring the beauty of simplicity.

Money, power, fame and status are inconsequential for all men and women are created equal and respect is due to all in equal measure. The only person worthy of worship is God, no one else. He would have shaken his head in disbelief at the extent the world adulates money, power, fame and status now.

Perhaps one of the most valuable life lessons my father taught me is to walk only to the beat of God's drum: to be true to who I am (as God created me), standing by my beliefs even if they are unpopular.

Because of him I do not care what others think of me for my happiness and actions do not hinge on the approbation of others. The approval of my Father in heaven is all that matters. This was a lesson he learned from his own father, who, in turn, learned it from his Father. It is a vintage truth I appreciate more fully, the older I get, and the more I learn from Father God. 

Thank you, Daddy, for all you have taught me and given me, for helping me become a real woman, proud of and comfortable in her femininity. And thank you Abba, Father, for in your infinite wisdom you gave me a father who taught me well.

I thank and praise all fathers who love their children and teach them well.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Making lemonade

The Christian vocation is all about knowing how to transform something unpalatable into something most refreshing, delicious and good for health. It's about learning how to make a sweet, tangy lemonade.

Life will undoubtedly serve up lemons from time to time, that is, something not desired, and even a fiendish challenge. The trick is to remain calm, even in a "fight" situation and handle the situation in a loving and wise manner.

Impossible you say? If you buy into an inflated sense of entitlement and concept of subjective justice, then yes. But if you keep your eyes on Jesus and channel Him, then you will become the master lemonade maker that He is.

A recent YouTube video on road rage and bullying in Kuantan, Malaysia is case in point. An old man bumped a new, expensive car of a young woman. She had a right to restitution, of course, but how she handled the situation was extreme.

She grabbed his steering wheel lock and used it to dent his car while screaming at him and hurling abuse. The man kept calm and kept trying to pacify her despite what she did to his car.

Wow. If it were me, I would not have been so gracious. And yet, we are all called to be that elderly gentleman who went on to forgive her when she apologized and requested that the police forget the matter. He did not press charges and has not asked for damages.

Some would say he's stupid for he was within his rights but he is my hero and future model in learning to live graciously and let live.

Lately I have been beset with problems at one of my workplaces. My frustration levels have been in overdrive and I have been sounding off about the cartloads of lemons I have received.

Since I began the process of cutting the lemons up and turning the juice into lemonade, I have also decided to stop being a complainer.

Some level of complaining is not unreasonable, but to keep wallowing in it raises my blood pressure and is counter-productive. I get negative and stay negative. Certainly not a place I wish to inhabit.

With the aid of constant prayer, I have sought to remain unaffected and professional, and not take a 'an eye for an eye' attitude. Quit whining and complaining. Add some sugar to tame the tartness.

As I believe in the best interests of my clients, I have gone ahead to minimize their risks even if it means exposing myself to more risk. For my interests, I have given God the reins.

It hasn't been easy but this has liberated me from worrying about whether I get paid my dues, and I have not allowed this issue to overshadow other areas of my life. Has not the Lord provided for me previously and most recently? So why doubt Him now?

Just as a good Christian is a joyous Christian, a good Christian should know how to deftly squeeze the lemons that life or others hand them, and make a great lemonade to share with others.

So all may receive a drink that quenches their souls and inspires health, joy and love.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Entitlement

When I said goodbye to my cousin and his girls last Saturday as they were flying back to Melbourne, D said something to I which stuck with me. She was insisting on having her own way, so he took her aside and said: "It's not all about you."

This sentence came back to me when I got irritated with T yesterday whose inconsiderate and unreasonable (according to me) act had inconvenienced me. It's not all about you. Why get angry over something so minor? Even if she was wrong in doing so, why create a scene and insist on things being done properly? Find some other means to get what you want. Don't get mad, get creative. It's not the end of the world. Being right does not mean I should be unpleasant, exacting, or calculating.

It got me thinking, do I have an overly inflated sense of entitlement, something I abhor in others? Sadly I do.

Being a true blue Singaporean, I am guilty of expecting things to happen exactly when I am ready for them to happen. My bus must appear when I arrive at the bus stop. I want to be served nownownow. Why are you walking so slowly, impeding my way? Why am I waiting? Where's the much touted efficiency?

This impatience is due, in part, to me cutting things fine and being in a perpetual time crunch. It is also due to me giving in to the rhythm of harried city living that infects everyone. We are all rushing somewhere, we all have big, important things to do, so get out of the way or be mowed over.

Because my world matters most, forget being considerate, kind, or generous. I am intolerant of others, especially when they do things differently, and I demand perfection, perfect control in all situations. When things do not go my way, I gripe and play the blame game. What is wrong with everyone? Why are these people put on this earth to aggravate me? I don't care, I want it done my way.

My skewed sense of entitlement has led me to forgo being generous in many ways as I am deaf and blind to everything but my own needs. I sacrifice really listening to people, to God, and connecting to the Creator of heaven and earth in a way that would enrich me and help me be a better person. What I really want.

I have failed to be rich soil for the Word to fall on and reap a hundredfold (yesterday's Gospel). And yet, the sower keeps sowing over the rocky and thorny bits of my heart, for which I am grateful. His generosity is the redemption of my obdurate ways.

This week I resolve to listen more to His Word and give it room to grow and bear fruit. When I am tempted to insist that my way is best, or whine when something does not go my way precisely, I will tell myself what D told seven-year-old I, it's not all about you. As the song goes, it's all about you, Jesus.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Blink moments

I just spent a couple of days with my mother, my brothers (youngest bro missing unfortunately) and my sis-in-law at a chalet in Changi. I was surrounded by the beauty of the sea which lay at the bottom of the garden.

Even in Singapore, a concrete jungle, the glory of God's handiwork is present. Beauty exists around us if we seek it. I found it in the tiny shell I found on the beach, and in the wild flowers that grow along the boardwalk.

I also found beauty in the time we spent together as family, as well as the convergence of the clans from both sides of the family for an evening of fun and laughter.

Sometimes when we expend a lot of energy and time on something, and we try and try without making any headway, we get frustrated and disheartened to the point of giving up.

It could be some area in our personal walk that we are trying to sort out, or it could be a situation, or in someone we are hoping to see a marked change. 

This is when we need to realize utter dependence on God, and His timing, is necessary. This quote from Saint Philip Neri says it all:

The Lord grants in a moment what we may have been unable to obtain in dozens of years.

This moment of grace, of healing, may be just round the corner, but when we give up too soon, and we stop trying to make it better, we may deprive ourselves of this grace.

So yes, sometimes, it is a painfully long waiting game. And yet, what we do in that time of waiting is crucial. We must remain faithful to the vision we conceived, maybe years earlier, and keep chipping away at the mountain we see in front of us.

We must keep on doing the right thing: be loving even in the face of hostility. Be true to who we are, refusing to allow circumstances, people, to change us for the worse. To not bow under the oppressive weight of unchanging, death-dealing negativity.

Because I have experienced one such moment before, when God intervened in a situation I had sought to change but remained mired in for years, I know He will continue to grant me such moments in future. He alone can erase the tensions and misunderstandings within my family in a blink. Even if it has been years, I must be patient - my concept of time is not His.

In the meantime, all is not lost. I can still enjoy the little moments of laughter and joy in the shared experiences of life; of unsought for grace, especially in the trouble spots. Until God decides otherwise.

And if those blink moments do not occur, I will remember today's Gospel message from Saint Matthew, chapter 10:

You will be hated by all because of my name,
but whoever endures to the end will be saved.


Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Attaining the gold standard

I had a really great start to the 50s. I woke up with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for I felt so blessed by the Father, who has shown me such great love through the years.

All this time He has been part of my life, watching over me, protecting me, loving me through all the stupid mistakes and  bad decisions I have made, and I know He will continue to love me through my future missteps and faithless moments.

So what lies ahead? Only time will tell. At the same time, I do know the way I should walk - it is where Jesus is leading me, up the narrow path. I also know the way I should walk - hand in hand with Jesus, in close, intimate communication, like a woman aglow with love.

This love was confirmed through the day by all the prayers and well wishes of friends and loved ones. I was treated like a queen. My eldest brother even flew back to celebrate this day with me. It was a very special day yesterday.

Knowing all this doesn't mean I sit under the mango tree waiting for the mangoes to drop. It actually means I need to go out and plant more mango trees and other types of edible and good fruit-bearing trees.

The way ahead is a race as Saint Paul said, a marathon, and it requires patience and perseverance, plus I need to pace myself, given my diminishing reserves of energy.

I also have to watch out for complacency and remain humble, and hungry for Christ. It is not easy to maintain the edge for distractions, pride, sloth and all the other deadly sins tend to get in the way. It scares me for I know on my own I will certainly fail. But, of course, there is a way... a gold standard.

What came to me yesterday was Scripture, three separate verses. Two speak of my deepest desire and one tells me how I can attain that desire. The three verses are:

Proverbs 20:15  There is gold, and there are a multitude of jewels. But lips of knowledge are a precious vessel.

Proverbs 25:11  Whoever speaks a word at an opportune time is like apples of gold on beds of silver.

1 Peter 1:7  so that the testing of your faith, which is much more precious than gold tested by fire, may be found in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

First, it is wisdom that is treasured as gold, a wisdom that comes from hanging out with Jesus all the time. To be able to speak the right words, at the right time, so that they are received in the right way.

This is my personal challenge, to grow into that calibre of wisdom, that I can speak words of such value to help others grow. I have an innate desire to help people find truths that are not only relevant but revolutionary to their worlds. It is a desire that drives me with no small urgency.

The other revelation I had was the need for constant purification that surpasses even that of the process of refining gold. And should I pass the test, and grow in faith, I would find new ways to praise, glorify and honour Jesus as I would experience His love even more.

Gold represents not just wisdom but incorruptibility, something of great value, rare, pure, worthy enough to worship God with. The streets of heaven are paved with gold so gold also represents God's glory.

Nothing on this earth is as valuable as this relationship I have with Jesus. It is gold to me. My birthday wish for the future is that I come to value this relationship even more the older I get. Then, I will truly be living in the golden age.

When we walk, hand in hand,
The warmth of your hand sets my skin on fire.
Liquid gold races through my veins,
Purifying my heart, soul and mind
To a diamantine brilliance.
Beauty, your beauty, exudes through my pores,
I am made radiant by your love and passion.
A shower of flowers tumble over my shoulders 
Creating a veil of colour and fragrance,
A perfect balance of abundance and joy.