2014/12/28

Completion

Christian disclaimer: I am completed in Christ alone.

I am not "completed" by any human, but being a part of a team is beyond amazing. No person shall be the centre of my life, but life should be others-centred. I am a whole and complete person in God, but there is nothing like having another friend so close. So close distance hurts. So close they see your flaws before you do. The Bible says two are better than one, to see each others' blind spots. To balance each other out. To be a team.

Plus, it's so fun!

2014/12/13

Knowledge and Veils

At the very beginning of the Bible, it says that Adam knew his wife, and she gave birth to their sons. The word know means experiencing intimacy, not just knowing facts. With that in mind, let us commence:

It took me a while to understood the image of a bride wearing a veil. Why would a man marry a woman who was symbolically hidden? Wouldn't you want to know who you are marrying before you step into that commitment? Yet, we have to make promises all the time without fully knowing what we're signing up for. You can prepare as much as you can, but there comes a point of faith.

2014/12/06

"Normal"

Our perspective from within the Normal can't gauge well.

Normal is relative. We know this to be true. While I was in Mexico, a lot of things were out of my Normal. But I didn't want to go all tourist and snap pictures left and right. I realised: to the natives, this all was normal. After I came back from that trip, I gazed around in awe at the USA, what had once been normal to me. The friend who picked me up at the airport didn't see what I saw.

It's all relative.

My Arrogance is Constantly Being Revealed

The other day I found a pair of work jeans in my possession that I hadn't used in a while, so I wore them to work. These jeans had splotches of yellow paint on them. When I was in Mexico, our team painted the porch yellow.

I realised part way through the day: when I put those pants on in the morning, I had sub-consciously hoped everyone around me would realise the yellow pain was from Mexico and be amazed I went to Mexico.

I mean, really?! It's as stupid as it sounds. I started off a day expecting others to think I am amazing. And how on earth were they supposed to know all that about me from paint spots on my jeans?

Seriously, Pete: life is not about you.