The not-so-secret diary of Bing (aged 24)
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Well, He is my favourite out of the list...
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Wellington City hath a lot of grass
Far more than I ever anticipated. I guess that's the price you pay for having a clean, green image. So every week day I go out, get donned up in my starship trooper uniform, and weedeat grass. I call it my starship trooper get up because I do wear a lot of gear. One old pair of gnarly overalls, tough as old boots; one pair of old work boots, tough as old overalls; one high-vis vest; one harness with extra nylon in coils around the clip; one heavyduty weedeater, one pair of leather gloves, one paor of safety glasses (the very fashionable clear plastic variety, and finally a faceguard/earmuffs combo. The only bits of exposed skin are my forearms, which bear the scars of flicked rocks/glass/sticks and my neck, which is now considerably darker than any wherelse in my body. I also had to run after ride on lawnmowers on Thursday, in a manner very similar to infantry men, or ammo runners or something military related.
Unfortunately my nose is misbehaving pretty badly to the grass after today. Which is funny- how many people would LIKE to be allergic to their job.
Far more than I ever anticipated. I guess that's the price you pay for having a clean, green image. So every week day I go out, get donned up in my starship trooper uniform, and weedeat grass. I call it my starship trooper get up because I do wear a lot of gear. One old pair of gnarly overalls, tough as old boots; one pair of old work boots, tough as old overalls; one high-vis vest; one harness with extra nylon in coils around the clip; one heavyduty weedeater, one pair of leather gloves, one paor of safety glasses (the very fashionable clear plastic variety, and finally a faceguard/earmuffs combo. The only bits of exposed skin are my forearms, which bear the scars of flicked rocks/glass/sticks and my neck, which is now considerably darker than any wherelse in my body. I also had to run after ride on lawnmowers on Thursday, in a manner very similar to infantry men, or ammo runners or something military related.
Unfortunately my nose is misbehaving pretty badly to the grass after today. Which is funny- how many people would LIKE to be allergic to their job.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Disconnected
Not diss-connected which would be like dissing the internet connection or something weird- kinda like the Orcon ad with the talking phone jack.
{cough} That was so poor Brendan {cough}
One of the reasons I feel for my serious lack of blogging recently is that I’ve been feeling really disconnected. From God, from people, from life. I only realized that after I had reconnected with people this week, and felt heaps better. It was weird, even at the usual places- Church etc, it felt really hard to connect with anybody, but because I couldn’t articulate it, there really was nothing to talk about. The only problem is, I’m a quality time person- and that’s one resource that is finite. And there are way too many people that I think are cool to get to know them all. Hmm, choices aye?
Another area that I’m really struggling in at the moment is with the Great Commission. For several years I have enjoyed the blessings of God, and serving Him and His church with my best (hopefully) in many areas. Now He’s challenging me again with witnessing. Even just sharing little snippets of my faith with others. It’s hard, because I find it hard to tell other people about myself, let alone my God. One thing I’ve noticed this year through medicine is that I’m really good at information gathering and getting heaps better at putting it together to make a diagnosis. However to actually use that information to tell someone what to do, well that’ll take some work. In medicine it’s easier because you know the person is wanting something from you. With sharing/witnessing there are often un-articulated needs that need God’s filling, uninvited if you will. That is quite challenging to me, and something that I think will only be broken by revelation about heaven, hell and eternal futures for people. Cause otherwise, in all honesty, I just don’t care enough about it to make that sacrifice. Which saddens me immensely.
On the First Monday team, I’ve met some of the most passionate intense Christians in Wellington. Although I don’t always agree with what they say, or do, I fully see God’s love in their lives and their response. I know we’re not meant to compare our spiritual walks with others, as Jesus will do with us what he will, but I do look at them and go “Wow, their spiritual lives/Christianity/love for God etc is so much better than mine.” Yes, there is an element of jealousy (of their faith!), inadequacy, and all those other bad things. But at the same time there is inspiration, a new land to seek after, and most of all a noticing of how stale my walk has been at times.
I’m really digging this song by Sting at the moment. It is one of the ways that God has reminded me that He has grown me this year, in being able to express my doubts. This is something that I’d like to retain in amongst a growing spiritual life. It reminds me of a time earlier this year when I was really out of God’s will, but was theologically able to “justify it”. The only thing that pulled me back was the feeling that if I continued then I would lose my relationship with God, which really shook me up. I guess in looking at that period of my life, it changed me like Jacob- leaving me with a limp. It did suck badly, but I’m grateful I went through it.
You could say I lost my faith in science and progress
You could say I lost my belief in the holy church
You could say I lost my sense of direction
You could say all of this and worse, but
If I ever lose my faith in you
There’d be nothing left for me to do
Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world
You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV.
You could say I’d lost my belief in our politicians
They all seemed like game show hosts to me
If I ever lose my faith in you
There’d be nothing left for me to do
I could be lost inside their lies without a trace
But every time I close my eyes, I see your face
I never saw no miracle of science
That didn’t go from a blessing to a curse
I never saw no military solution
That didn’t always end up as something worse,
But let me say this first
If I ever lose my faith in you
If I ever lose my faith in you
There’d be nothing left for me to do
There’d be nothing left for me to do
If I ever lose my faith
If I ever lose my faith
If I ever lose my faith
If I ever lose my faith in you
Not diss-connected which would be like dissing the internet connection or something weird- kinda like the Orcon ad with the talking phone jack.
{cough} That was so poor Brendan {cough}
One of the reasons I feel for my serious lack of blogging recently is that I’ve been feeling really disconnected. From God, from people, from life. I only realized that after I had reconnected with people this week, and felt heaps better. It was weird, even at the usual places- Church etc, it felt really hard to connect with anybody, but because I couldn’t articulate it, there really was nothing to talk about. The only problem is, I’m a quality time person- and that’s one resource that is finite. And there are way too many people that I think are cool to get to know them all. Hmm, choices aye?
Another area that I’m really struggling in at the moment is with the Great Commission. For several years I have enjoyed the blessings of God, and serving Him and His church with my best (hopefully) in many areas. Now He’s challenging me again with witnessing. Even just sharing little snippets of my faith with others. It’s hard, because I find it hard to tell other people about myself, let alone my God. One thing I’ve noticed this year through medicine is that I’m really good at information gathering and getting heaps better at putting it together to make a diagnosis. However to actually use that information to tell someone what to do, well that’ll take some work. In medicine it’s easier because you know the person is wanting something from you. With sharing/witnessing there are often un-articulated needs that need God’s filling, uninvited if you will. That is quite challenging to me, and something that I think will only be broken by revelation about heaven, hell and eternal futures for people. Cause otherwise, in all honesty, I just don’t care enough about it to make that sacrifice. Which saddens me immensely.
On the First Monday team, I’ve met some of the most passionate intense Christians in Wellington. Although I don’t always agree with what they say, or do, I fully see God’s love in their lives and their response. I know we’re not meant to compare our spiritual walks with others, as Jesus will do with us what he will, but I do look at them and go “Wow, their spiritual lives/Christianity/love for God etc is so much better than mine.” Yes, there is an element of jealousy (of their faith!), inadequacy, and all those other bad things. But at the same time there is inspiration, a new land to seek after, and most of all a noticing of how stale my walk has been at times.
I’m really digging this song by Sting at the moment. It is one of the ways that God has reminded me that He has grown me this year, in being able to express my doubts. This is something that I’d like to retain in amongst a growing spiritual life. It reminds me of a time earlier this year when I was really out of God’s will, but was theologically able to “justify it”. The only thing that pulled me back was the feeling that if I continued then I would lose my relationship with God, which really shook me up. I guess in looking at that period of my life, it changed me like Jacob- leaving me with a limp. It did suck badly, but I’m grateful I went through it.
You could say I lost my faith in science and progress
You could say I lost my belief in the holy church
You could say I lost my sense of direction
You could say all of this and worse, but
If I ever lose my faith in you
There’d be nothing left for me to do
Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world
You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV.
You could say I’d lost my belief in our politicians
They all seemed like game show hosts to me
If I ever lose my faith in you
There’d be nothing left for me to do
I could be lost inside their lies without a trace
But every time I close my eyes, I see your face
I never saw no miracle of science
That didn’t go from a blessing to a curse
I never saw no military solution
That didn’t always end up as something worse,
But let me say this first
If I ever lose my faith in you
If I ever lose my faith in you
There’d be nothing left for me to do
There’d be nothing left for me to do
If I ever lose my faith
If I ever lose my faith
If I ever lose my faith
If I ever lose my faith in you
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Habits
I hate having to blog after a long time. I hate going to run after not for such a long time. But they’re something that I enjoy doing, (sick on both counts I know) and I need to get back in the habit of doing. In fact I had written about 1000 words last Saturday (my birthday) when blogger ate my post. Well actually Safari occasionally has issues with Gmail causing it to freeze and die. Safari death + unsaved blogpost does not go well.
There was so much stuff I had posted about, and may again at some time soon. In no particular order: First Monday, Experienced pharmacist out diagnoses young medical student, my birthday (23rd), this blog’s birthday (2nd).
Thanks to everyone who sent me birthday wishes, I really appreciated it, even though I didn’t really do anything. Jane, said something really provoking- that my life was worth celebrating, which was really cool, even though I’m still mulling over why. I think it’s worth celebrating because of the good work that God has done in it, and that’s an awesome reason to worship Him. Not just the super-spiritual miraculous stuff, but the good habits, personality etc that I am, and the plans that lie ahead too.
Oh yeah, currently I am mowing lawns for the Wellington City Council. Not a glamorous job, but it’s a bit of money, I’m outside, not thinking too much and getting to use power tools to attack plants. Good fun. Pity bout the 7:30 am start though. So excuse me, I’ve got to crash.
I hate having to blog after a long time. I hate going to run after not for such a long time. But they’re something that I enjoy doing, (sick on both counts I know) and I need to get back in the habit of doing. In fact I had written about 1000 words last Saturday (my birthday) when blogger ate my post. Well actually Safari occasionally has issues with Gmail causing it to freeze and die. Safari death + unsaved blogpost does not go well.
There was so much stuff I had posted about, and may again at some time soon. In no particular order: First Monday, Experienced pharmacist out diagnoses young medical student, my birthday (23rd), this blog’s birthday (2nd).
Thanks to everyone who sent me birthday wishes, I really appreciated it, even though I didn’t really do anything. Jane, said something really provoking- that my life was worth celebrating, which was really cool, even though I’m still mulling over why. I think it’s worth celebrating because of the good work that God has done in it, and that’s an awesome reason to worship Him. Not just the super-spiritual miraculous stuff, but the good habits, personality etc that I am, and the plans that lie ahead too.
Oh yeah, currently I am mowing lawns for the Wellington City Council. Not a glamorous job, but it’s a bit of money, I’m outside, not thinking too much and getting to use power tools to attack plants. Good fun. Pity bout the 7:30 am start though. So excuse me, I’ve got to crash.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Twas' the night before exams...
and I'm basically done. just a quick brushing over of things that i'm uncertain about tomorrow morning before I start at 10:15. It's looking OK, certainly won't be easy though.
It'll be odd, after tomorrow I'll have to find something else to do with my time. Admittedly I haven't able to totally focus on my studies- I mean I've been helping organise First monday, which is being held at church on Monday with 24 hours of prayer before hand. I'm looking after church for the day seeing Michael's away on camp. There'll be a lot of praying going on. Can't wait. Then there's the job hunting. I'm looking for something a bit mind-numbing so I can do stuff in my free time. Wow, I wonder what that will be like?
Thanks for all the comments on your passions. I know some really creative people. And sorry Merissa I don't know your aunt and uncle. Oh well
Looking forward to the other side.
and I'm basically done. just a quick brushing over of things that i'm uncertain about tomorrow morning before I start at 10:15. It's looking OK, certainly won't be easy though.
It'll be odd, after tomorrow I'll have to find something else to do with my time. Admittedly I haven't able to totally focus on my studies- I mean I've been helping organise First monday, which is being held at church on Monday with 24 hours of prayer before hand. I'm looking after church for the day seeing Michael's away on camp. There'll be a lot of praying going on. Can't wait. Then there's the job hunting. I'm looking for something a bit mind-numbing so I can do stuff in my free time. Wow, I wonder what that will be like?
Thanks for all the comments on your passions. I know some really creative people. And sorry Merissa I don't know your aunt and uncle. Oh well
Looking forward to the other side.
