I guess his performance on the up-coming “Dark Knight” will now be legendary. I am referring to Heath Ledger’s death today. As reported in the dailies in the States. Very sad to see an upcoming actor passing away (they found pills near him), but once again, death knows no ‘celebrity’, nor appreciates any successes.
So far, his acting on Dark Knight has garnered rave reviews. I’m sure it is his best.
I found a ‘lost’ friend from my CPU years (Canadian Pre-University Programme). Not ‘lost’ … that is discarded… but more to ‘lost in translation’ type. Or better yet, more accurately, ‘lost in transition’. GCM met PJL and me in Calculus class… it was the class with the teacher from SJFBC. Anyway, it was my first class that had friendly people in it! I was green… just fresh out of Kuantan. Go figure… anyway, it’s interesting to note that Facebook does help in re-connecting with people that were close (geographically), but just not close enough (socially).
CPU days were the best!
60% fun, 40% studies. Best part, it was a different type of studying, which focuses more on the social aspects that were much neglected in the earlier schooling years.
I cannot understand how spoilt some kids are in this generation. Influenced by the notions of Western Beverly Hills lifestyle, they are often so controlled by the material comforts; in their emotions and in their character. A good day is signified by having a good spree up a nice mall. Happiness is indulging in expensive caviar.
Spoilt is the best word that cannot be replaced in describing such. Worse is when the money is not theirs, but their parents. What foolishness on the part of the parents! I respect highly those families who are rich but their parents do not reveal their material richness to their childen. In fact, they bask more in the spiritual, intangible richness with their children.
The foolishness of those parents create a breed of teenagers who grow up with a deceptive (almost depraved-like) manipulative character; demanding things that they want, throwing a tantrum if they do not. What is more despicable with these people is they hide their manipulative (evil) demeanor behind a mask of innocence. But resist the devil and their fangs will be drawn up! Foolish ones… they see not the evil full blown, but in a different colour. No good comes from the heart, if not for the restraint of God’s grace even in these.
Ironically, these are the people who manipulate their way up the corporate ladder with no sense of shame nor do they know how to blush! If we were to throw the scene a few centuries back, they are no different than the ruthless, merciless khan’s of old who sought fame, power and money by any way possible.
God have mercy on us all, for this is common in our days.
Dave Sim, of Cerebus fame, is coming up with another series of comic called Glamourpuss. I have no idea what it means. But his art is fantastic as usual, even without Gerhard. http://www.glamourpusscomic.com/
I am not surprised. Don Carson (the writer and son) interlaces his messages with examples of some spiritual lesson learnt in his childhood to his father, who was an ordinary pastor. I hear it often enough. They are heart warming. I’m glad to see that he is finally publishing something more personal about his family life when he was younger.
Some pastors, mightily endowed by God, are a remarkable gift to the church. They love their people, they handle Scripture well, they see many conversions, their ministries span generations, they understand their culture yet refuse to be domesticated by it, they are theologically robust and personally disciplined. … Most of us, however, serve in more modest patches. Most pastors will not regularly preach to thousands, let alone tens of thousands. They will not write influential books, they will not supervise large staffs, and they will never see more than modest growth. They will plug away at their care for the aged, at their visitation, at their counseling, at their Bible studies and preaching. Some will work with so little support that they will prepare their own bulletins. They cannot possibly discern whether the constraints of their own sphere of service owe more to the specific challenges of the local situation or to their own shortcomings. Once in a while they will cast a wistful eye on “successful” ministries. Many of them will attend the conferences sponsored by the revered masters, and come away with a slightly discordant combination of, on the one hand, gratitude and encouragement, and, on the other, jealousy, feelings of inadequacy, and guilt.
Most of us—let us be frank—are ordinary pastors.
Dad was one of them. This little book is a modest attempt to let the voice and ministry of one ordinary pastor be heard, for such servants have much to teach us.
* * *Tom Carson never rose very far in denominational structures, but hundreds of people … testify how much he loved them. He never wrote a book, but he loved the Book. He was never wealthy or powerful, but he kept growing as a Christian: yesterday’s grace was never enough. He was not a far-sighted visionary, but he looked forward to eternity. He was not a gifted administrator, but there is no text that says “By this shall all men know that you are my disciples, if you are good administrators.” His journals have many, many entries bathed in tears of contrition, but his children and grandchildren remember his laughter. Only rarely did he break through his pattern of reserve and speak deeply and intimately with his children, but he modeled Christian virtues to them. He much preferred to avoid controversy than to stir things up, but his own commitments to historic confessionalism were unyielding, and in ethics he was a man of principle. His own ecclesiastical circles were rather small and narrow, but his reading was correspondingly large and expansive. He was not very good at putting people down, except on his prayer lists.
When he died, there were no crowds outside the hospital, no editorial comments in the papers, no announcements on the television, no mention in Parliament, no attention paid by the nation. In his hospital room there was no one by his bedside. There was only the quiet hiss of oxygen, vainly venting because he had stopped breathing and would never need it again.
But on the other side, all the trumpets sounded. Dad won entrance to the only throne-room that matters, not because he was a good man or a great man—he was, after all, a most ordinary pastor—but because he was a forgiven man. And he heard the voice of him whom he longed to hear saying, “Well done, good and faithful servant; enter into the joy of your Lord.”
Very very true. It is a pity that some never understood the biblical warrant and importance of a shepherd (pastor) in a christian congregation (assembly/church). More a pity if they do not emphatise and support the ‘ordinary’ pastors of their spiritual lives.
It is easy to just claim that there is no need for a shepherd when we have THE SHEPHERD. But that is just a cop out excuse as saying there is no need for a church since we have THE CATHOLIC (invisible, universal) church.
I’m definitely getting this book. A good reminder and always a timely one for those who tends to stray away from their God appointed shepherds who guides them to the streams of living water (The Word).
P.S. Interesting to note also that, the thing that Don writes about what his father is not, is what he is. I’m sure he sees the irony, but also appreciates the humility of his father’s life that tempers his own ‘popularity’.
One year ago, I spent the eve just thinking back on the last year (2006) in a room above a house. 2007 has been a blessing for most part of it, and a challenge for the rest. 2008 will see more interesting things.
By the way, NUMB3RS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numb3rs) is really the best geeky crime investigation show out there! I have half a mind to check out ALL the mathematical concepts mentioned in the show. Hahaha. Geeky professor is my age by the way, and is a professor in Maths and a top consultant for the FBI (is that possible, for ALL the episodes? :P).