YDH AB SMYM For SaBaT, opportunity in AB’s Appointment to cease from self doing to Find Rest In Peace Surpassing all understanding. YDH For Comfort in my sense of anxiety due to uncertainty with all manner of shifting in our lives as foundation of earth is falling to pieces. our Only Trust may be that of AB’s Faithfulness when everything fails, to know Salvation Is Near. i feel grateful for cs lewis, imbibing his words and thoughts, i find reassurance and solace amid turmoil. AB’s Word Is First Foremost Central, many others can come along to console and cheer.
i appreciate variety of perspectives to find support standing in heart of storming all about. we are sustained Only By Mercy In Unrestrained LOVE as the battering is nonstop day and night. AB’s Protection, Defense, Vindication Is Constant For our Sheltering, Giving Sanctuary And Rest to the weary, deprived, disadvantaged. AB’s Graciousness Broad To Encompass all, even when we lack realization of our need for Safety, AB Is Availing. when we do not think to ask, Help Is Offered, Easing suffering, hardship, wretchedness.
last evening’s dreams were encouraging, uplifting, heartening. i feel grateful for this Vitalization, Motivation, Strengthening, as i feel pummeled from storms of life, lately trounced and roughed up. to deal with current systems of establishment in convention can be difficult as it is so narrow, constricted, cramped. in these human creations begun with decent intention, with time is corruption, decay, thus they become harsher arrangements, severe compromise, indentures that bind so tightly we can barely breathe. restrictive, punishing, unforgiving, all to get a little money and benefit from the people.
i cannot see the righteousness of any government that is man-made, filled with self-interest, conflicting interests, partiality that is common. rare is devotion to Truth AS IS. everywhere falsehood is norm. who will choose to stand up for Truth and Righteousness, Justice, Peace? i remember seeing an ordinary man, holding bags of groceries, stepping out in front of tanks in tian an men square on june 4th few decades ago, when military armed forces were used to squelch peaceful student demonstrations for freedom. desperate measures created from fear, reap desperate, deadly results, witnessed by the world.
the chinese learnt, recent hong kong umbrella demonstration for political freedom were peaceful, armed police were restrained against the people. the students fasted as gandhi did, only they were not really heard, just ignored. this, a form of denial worse than brutality, to be made voiceless amid media frenzy. people saw and heard but it didn’t sink in, didn’t catch fire, endeavor was ineffectual despite brave efforts. after all, the chinese regained hong kong after 99 year cede to england, when they were doped full of opium, depleting will to fight. 18 years ago, hong kong returned to chinese rule, amid screaming kicking populace. though fleeced by the brits, they hold on to ideals of democracy. ultimately chinese in quality, it’s future is rightful with china.
many rich and able people left in fear of chinese rule almost two decades ago, only to return to do business again with ancestor. i see my friend stella and her family return, now living there, along with brother and parents. used to be big 5 cotton king in textiles, now converted to banking and other businesses. i remember the siblings coming with chauffeur in rolls royce to our little english church school in clear water bay. there was only her and i in one class, total of a dozen kids in missionary run school. her father used to school with my father so we are two generations friends. i remember riding piggy back on stella, building forts in forest, air soft battles at their house, swimming in their pool, just goofing around.
whenever i return, we still get together and catch up. she is ‘housewife’ to esquire, driven around by chauffeur in big car, husband owns race horse at the track, and they live with maid in 3000 square foot flat overlooking hills in hong kong island. to me, she is still the same, other times, i witness someone different, distorted by life, having lost innocence of childhood, but nonetheless still my friend. we get together to remember our childhood, recalling fun together. it has been many years since i last visited, hamstrung by circumstance, but i feel content, wheresoever that i am no matter in what position. this learnt from yoga, ultimately the internal supersedes whatever is external.
acceptance i gleaned from rinpoche, seeing their miserable lot, transcending physical to the spiritual in devotion. more devout than any christian i have met or encountered. tried in harsh conditions, dire context, but maintaining Hope, willing to sacrifice all for mere belief. stubborn, martyrs of the violent kind, bred in wilderness, raw, blatant, in your face, albeit doomed, silenced, betrayed, forsaken. AB Is About Gathering such unto LIFE, thus their Hope Is Firm despite idolatry, which none of us really escape, but are Mercifully Spared. Ultimately, our Worship Must Be That Of Truth, AB SMYM, Creator, LIFE Giver, when we may know Truth, to be very much Related With Reality. otherwise, we make all manner of substitutions, only to be able to worship something, to show devotion to something, when we do not know better.
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