給予別人自由，是信心的外顯
是把心中那種對神的謙卑、對己對人的豁達作最完美的鉤勒
there are (rare) moments when i wrote something i really like. just want to keep a record of it. the statement was written in response to a friend's facebook notes.
in accordance to what was written, i guess freedom is also relational: there would be no freedom if only one person was left in the entire world.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
magic
姊妹從迪士尼盡興歸來，晚膳之際不忘向我展示那為「獎勵自己」而買的毛巾……
「嘩，好靚喎！」
「係呀，我買嗰陣係一舊壓縮咗嘅「餅」，跟住我「monk」開佢，佢就鬆ｄ，然後洗完就變番條毛巾喇。」
（我口快快）「嗯，乜你唔知個玩法係將佢成舊掉落水然後睇佢自地散開架咩？」
（笑）「吓？係咩？唔怪得佢個面寫住係magic啦！」
「D magic咪比你破壞晒囉……」（繼續笑）
晚禱之時，想起這樁小事，有所感悟。有時候，人心裡有很多驕傲、苦毒、鬱結、不滿，不知不覺就成了條壓縮的毛巾；有的想盡辦法「自行鬆綁」，這也是徒然；唯有完全浸在祂的愛裡，讓每一寸都因吸了這活水而飽滿，才能展現內藏的那幅美麗圖畫。
我，常常「手痕」企圖自行鬆綁。
「不要效法這個世界，只要心意更新而變化，叫你們察驗何為神的善良、純全、可喜悅的旨意。」
羅馬書12:2
「心意更新而變化」，即transformation。記得柏堅曾說，transformation和reformation的分別，在於前者有dying（依我理解是與基督同死的dying），而後者沒有。我把這和「魔法毛巾」連在一起思想，就更明白那種由內而外、從心而發的改變與自行鬆綁是何等不同。
我，能否看到他、她、它還沒有被釋放的美麗？
也許我可以，若我學會體驗祢愛的魔法。
May your magic work in me,
unimpededly.
「嘩，好靚喎！」
「係呀，我買嗰陣係一舊壓縮咗嘅「餅」，跟住我「monk」開佢，佢就鬆ｄ，然後洗完就變番條毛巾喇。」
（我口快快）「嗯，乜你唔知個玩法係將佢成舊掉落水然後睇佢自地散開架咩？」
（笑）「吓？係咩？唔怪得佢個面寫住係magic啦！」
「D magic咪比你破壞晒囉……」（繼續笑）
晚禱之時，想起這樁小事，有所感悟。有時候，人心裡有很多驕傲、苦毒、鬱結、不滿，不知不覺就成了條壓縮的毛巾；有的想盡辦法「自行鬆綁」，這也是徒然；唯有完全浸在祂的愛裡，讓每一寸都因吸了這活水而飽滿，才能展現內藏的那幅美麗圖畫。
我，常常「手痕」企圖自行鬆綁。
「不要效法這個世界，只要心意更新而變化，叫你們察驗何為神的善良、純全、可喜悅的旨意。」
羅馬書12:2
「心意更新而變化」，即transformation。記得柏堅曾說，transformation和reformation的分別，在於前者有dying（依我理解是與基督同死的dying），而後者沒有。我把這和「魔法毛巾」連在一起思想，就更明白那種由內而外、從心而發的改變與自行鬆綁是何等不同。
我，能否看到他、她、它還沒有被釋放的美麗？
也許我可以，若我學會體驗祢愛的魔法。
May your magic work in me,
unimpededly.
分類：
林中外望
Saturday, September 13, 2008
trance
it was a normal humid afternoon like all the others; a thick greyish layer of air hanging low, people muddling through the noisy streets with eyes fixed on the tip of their shoes; you knew, or had the slightest desire to know, none of the strangers you rubbed sholders with. i swam through the vicous sluggishness of blue monday and found a spot away from the sliding doors of the train, then i began to flip open the pages. i heard a sound of silence.
precisely put, i was sucked into this void of silence, a blackhold of all sounds and distractions; i was beamed into another world.
it was my olfactory nerves that first discovered the scent of the new surroundings; a fishy, moldy smell like that before a great storm. the air was still dense and heavy, but the budging crowd was gone, i was all alone in the inner-chamber of a castle (or a prison perhaps). distant thunders penerated the stagnate air. but soon i was aware of a pattern behind the sound, like someone leaping in fixed intervals; and as each "thunder" grew in strength and volume i realized those were no thunders but footsteps of something gigantic, something that was coming my way.
"Man has learnt to cope with all questions of importance without recourse to God as a working hypothesis, so what we call "God" is being more and more edged out of life".
"what if one day they (these ultimate questiosn) no longer exist as such, if they too can be answered without "God"?"
"Bonhoeffer is not prepared to find a category for Christ... His question about Christ is never, 'How?', but always, 'Who?'..."
with each approaching thunder-like footstep the ground shook, and a chunk of the castle/prison where i dwelled fell and was broken into pieces. rubbles began to pile up at my feet and i could no longer stand still amidst the earthquake. each step of this giant shook my world to the core.
finishing the last sentence of the preface, i closed the book. i was at the same old metro station again, squeezed between countless wanderers in this 'open prison', feeling a little surreal.
i think this semester would be quite interesting.
now reading:
precisely put, i was sucked into this void of silence, a blackhold of all sounds and distractions; i was beamed into another world.
it was my olfactory nerves that first discovered the scent of the new surroundings; a fishy, moldy smell like that before a great storm. the air was still dense and heavy, but the budging crowd was gone, i was all alone in the inner-chamber of a castle (or a prison perhaps). distant thunders penerated the stagnate air. but soon i was aware of a pattern behind the sound, like someone leaping in fixed intervals; and as each "thunder" grew in strength and volume i realized those were no thunders but footsteps of something gigantic, something that was coming my way.
"Man has learnt to cope with all questions of importance without recourse to God as a working hypothesis, so what we call "God" is being more and more edged out of life".
"what if one day they (these ultimate questiosn) no longer exist as such, if they too can be answered without "God"?"
"Bonhoeffer is not prepared to find a category for Christ... His question about Christ is never, 'How?', but always, 'Who?'..."
with each approaching thunder-like footstep the ground shook, and a chunk of the castle/prison where i dwelled fell and was broken into pieces. rubbles began to pile up at my feet and i could no longer stand still amidst the earthquake. each step of this giant shook my world to the core.
finishing the last sentence of the preface, i closed the book. i was at the same old metro station again, squeezed between countless wanderers in this 'open prison', feeling a little surreal.
i think this semester would be quite interesting.
now reading:
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