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Selfless Adoration

Saturday, June 28, 2008


I received this quote in my inbox a few days back. It's by William Temple.

"Worship is the submission of all of our nature to God. It is the quickening of the conscience by his holiness; the nourishment of mind with his truth; the purifying of imagination by his beauty; the opening of the heart to his love; the surrender of will to his purpose--all this gathered up in adoration, the most selfless emotion of which our nature is capable."

Since when did adoration become selfless? I can't speak for everyone, but for myself, being able to adore and praise people and things which I love bring me great satisfaction. Selfish wouldn't be the right word to use, but selfless certainly isn't; not with such great gain.

posted by Jared
8:49 AM

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Same Old Brand New Me

Friday, June 27, 2008


The same song runs on repeat in my head.

I need somebody to lean on.

posted by Jared
3:59 PM

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Silence

Wednesday, June 25, 2008


I started the night having many words to say, but sometimes silence is more telling .

I am in a sensitive mood, and little things upset me.

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9:52 PM

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1, 2, 3, 4

Monday, June 23, 2008


I am admittedly underprepared for moving to UK. There're still many things left to do on the university and scholarship end, and those don't even include personal preparation.

Strangely enough, I'm hardly worried. It's a mix of nonchalence and confidence, which like any similar pairing, is both good and bad. Concern shows responsibility.

I hope I can stay on top of things.

Yes, all things.

posted by Jared
1:56 PM

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Air Supply

Saturday, June 21, 2008


We don't mean what we say in this song. I mean, we do mean it. But we don't. You'll get what I mean.

GRAHAM RUSSELL, on 'Goodbye'

Air Supply are really good live. There are some songs which I don't quite like listening to at home, but everything in concert was so good. Russell Hitchcock's voice is amazing, and the drums, keyboard, guitars, and vocals go together oh-so-well. Throw in Graham the funnyman, and it's a night to remember.

Don't cut off my air supply.

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5:14 PM

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Lost in Love

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


I realize the best part of love is the thinnest lace
And it don't count for much but I'm not letting go
I believe there's still much to believe in

So lift your eyes if you feel you can
Reach for a star and I'll show you a plan
I figured it out
What I needed was someone to show me

You know you can't fool me
I've been loving you too long
It started so easy
You want to carry on

Lost in love and I don't know much
Was I thinking about
Fell out of touch
But I'm back on my feet
Eager to be what you wanted

So lift your eyes if you feel you can
Reach for a star and I'll show you a plan
I figured it out
What I needed was someone to show me

You know you can't fool me
I've been loving you too long
It started so easy
You want to carry on

Now I'm lost, lost in love, lost in love, lost in love
Now I'm lost, lost in love, lost in love, lost in love
Lost in love, lost in love, lost in love
Lost in love, lost in love, lost in love

AIR SUPPLY, Lost in Love

Waiting for Saturday. I hope it's good.

posted by Jared
10:34 PM

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Self-imposed Awkwardness

Saturday, June 14, 2008


Often times the problems we face are made more than they should be with unnecessary complications. The negativity overwhelms, and we can't help but think thoughts like, "I wish things could be simpler."

That kind of thing weighs on my mind all the time. But if the awkwardness is self-imposed, then the complications must be mine. And then...

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6:01 PM

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Fiction of a Different Sort

Monday, June 9, 2008


I have a new favourite novel. And believe it or not, it's a chinese novel.

Oh, of course, I couldn't read it in chinese. But wuxiapedia has kindly aided me in bridging that gap.

Wuxiapedia is certainly far better than wikipedia in my eyes. After all, it is always better to be immersed than to skirt the surface of things and to glean nothing from them at all.

I had never heard of 古龙 before chancing upon wuxiapedia, and I am certain that wikipedia does not lie in saying that his works were not always of high quality. But for the emotional involvement I now have with these new characters, and the sound, insightful statements into the human mind, 多情剑客无情剑 will certainly be my favourite novel for some time to come.

posted by Jared
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Birthday Season

Sunday, June 8, 2008


It is a birthday season of sorts. My aunt's, sister's, then in a few days my good friend sarah's. Certainly it's all good fun. I always feel good giving people things that they like, even if I don't hit the mark all too often. Besides, the celebratory atmosphere is a welcome reprieve from the usual humdrum.

Yet I can't help but feel a certain ambivalence towards my own birthday in september. After all, it is going to be my 21st, and regardless of how I ordinarily view my own birthday celebrations, a 21st carries much more symbolism, and much more meaning for me as a person.

The past few years have been icky ones. I have gained and lost in many ways, and in this sense, these years have been so different from their predecessors. I have never been a person who cared much for people, but this past phase has led me to know people I would care very much for indeed. However, as if this was merely one side of the coin, my failings always come to mind. I have been exposed as the inadequate person I am so often that I'm sorely tempted to withdraw into a protective, impossibly good world.

Yet as unprepared I am, the next phase looks set to be something completely new. Something shelter-less. I don't know if I'm ready for it, but I'm going anyhow.

I think everyone who is about to leave a part of life behind for a significant period of time will hope in ways that he is sorely missed. I certainly do. I long for an affirmation that I wasn't a nobody for this passing phase of my life. I long to know that in spite of my failings and my inadequacies, I meant something to the people who mean so much to me.

But the truth can be a scary thing. If my 21st is to be a coming-of-age, a passing from this part of life to the next, then I don't know if I'm ready to know whether I was really worth anything at all.

posted by Jared
3:20 PM

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Worship as an End in Itself

Friday, June 6, 2008


"Now what does this imply about the feast of worship? Surprisingly, it implies that worship is an end in itself. We do not eat the feast of worship as a means to anything else. If what transforms outward ritual into authentic worship is the quickening of the heart's affections, then true worship cannot be performed as a means to some other experience. Feelings are not like that. Genuine feelings of the heart cannot be manufactured as stepping stones to something else.

For example: My brother-in-law called me long distance in 1974 to tell me my mother had just been killed. I recall his breaking voice as I took the phone from my wife: "Johnny, this is Bob, good buddy. I've got bad news... Your mother and dad were in a serious bus accident. Your mom didn't make it, and your dad is hurt bad."

One thing is for sure. When I hear news like that, I do not sit down and say, "Now to what end shall I feel grief?" As I pull my baby son off my leg and hand him to my wife and walk to the bedroom to be alone, I do not say, "What good end can I accomplish if I cry for the next half-hour?" The feeling of grief is an end in itself, as far as my conscious motivation is concerned.

It is there spontaneously. It is not performed as a means to anything else. It is not consciously willed. It is not decided upon. It comes from deep within, from a place beneath the conscious will. It will no doubt have many byproducts - most of them good. But that is utterly beside the point as I kneel by my bed and weep. The feeling is there, bursting out of my heart. And it is an end in itself.

Grief is not the only example. If you have been floating on a raft without water for three days after a shipwreck on the ocean, and there appears a speck of land on the horizon, you do not say, "Now to what end shall I feel desire for that land? What good end should now prompt me to decide to feel hope?" Even though the longing in your heart may give you the renewed strength to get to land, you do not perform the act of desire and hope and longing in order to get there.

The longing erupts from deep in your heart because of the tremendous value of water (and life!) on that land. It is not planned and performed (like the purchase of a plane ticket) as a means to getting what we desire. It rises spontaneously in the heart. It is not a decision made in order to... anything! As a genuine feeling of the heart it is an end in itself"

"When you stand at the edge of the Grand Canyon for the first time and watch the setting sun send the darkness down through the geological layers of time, you do not say, "Now to what end shall I feel awe and wonder before this beauty?

When a little child on Christmas morning opens his first gift and finds his "most favouritest" rocket that he has wanted for months, he does not think, "Now to what end shall I feel happy and thankful?" We call a person an ingrate when words of gratitute are dutifully forced instead of coming spontaneously from the heart."

"All genuine emotion is an end in itself. It is not consciously caused as a means to something else. This does not mean we cannot and should not seek to have certain feelings. We should and we can. We can put ourselves in situations where the feeling may more readily be kindled. We may indeed prize some of the results of these findings as well as the feelings themselves. But in the moment of authentic emotion, the calculation vanishes. We are transported (perhaps only for seconds) above the reasoning work of the mind and we experience feeling without reference to logical or practical implications.

This is what keeps worship from being "in vain." Worship is authentic when affections for God arise in the heart as an end in themselves. In worship God is the dreaded voice on the phone. God is the island on the horizon. God is the bear and the setting sun and the "most favouritest" rocket and the mother who gave it...

... If God's reality is displayed to us in his Word or his world, and we do not then feel in our heart any grief or longing or hope or fear or awe or joy or gratitude or confidence, then we may dutifully sing and pray and recite and gesture as much as we like, but it will not be real worship. We cannot honor God if our "heart is far from him".

Worship is a way of gladly reflecting back to God the radiance of his worth. This cannot be done by mere acts of duty. It can be done only when spontaneous affections arise in the heart."

JOHN PIPER, Desiring God, Pages 70-72

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