Living in this age, we are inundated with daily emails, proposals and texts that update us on what’s happening both in the world and in our lives. I’m unsure if this is the daily ritual of my friends, but I wake up and fall asleep to notifications from news sources, social media and multiple E-mail accounts. And many times, this news isn’t good: Stagnant attempts by global leaders to promote peace, yet another terrorist attack, or perhaps a more personal blow, such as a rejected job offer or promotion.
Our everyday life is peppered with both bright and dark moments, colouring our lives with various depths and intensities. As we toil through the struggles of living, which may rear its head in any form: a sickness, a failed test, a broken relationship, have we lifted our heads to the Heavens, yelling at the futility of it all? Or, if we don’t believe in a deity, have we mulled over it in the quietness of our hearts? When the music has ceased, and we are left to our own devices, have we ever felt frustrated by the mundane difficulties of daily life?
As many of you know, yesterday was a harrowing experience for my friend and I. After catching up for lunch (at VCR cafe, which by the way had fantastic food), we took a short walk back to the train station where we had disembarked earlier. Neither of us drove that day because the place we were going to was easier to access via train. Admittedly, we were in a dodgier part of Kuala Lumpur (Pudu for anyone interested), and admittedly we may have been too engrossed in our conversation to have been observant about our surroundings. However, this obviously did not excuse the perpetrator who came up from behind us on a motorcycle.
It’s Christmas season, which holds significance both to Christians and the rest of the world. This season is equated to one of reconciliation, unity, cheer, merriment and joy, which are warm, fuzzy sentiments enjoyed by both the religious and non-religious. How I love this season! As a practising Christian, it holds a fond place in my heart that transcends the family reunions, beautiful gift wrappings, decked-out malls and the resurgence of Vlogmas. It is a day we set apart to remember the birth of our subject of worship, the one we call our Lord and Saviour – Jesus Christ.
I love this time of the year. It promotes the already-present tendency in me to reflect upon my life, both its past and future. I’ve been thinking about my journey of faith that began in early 2015 (right before I started University!), how far I’ve come, and how I’ve stumbled. At the risk of simplifying my struggles and victories, I think there are 4 distinct phases that I’ve passed through in these couple of years and I would love to attempt to articulate them.
SIDE NOTE: Apologies for the hiatus – the semester has been hectic and manic. Thanks for sticking around and feel free to browse the archives for what you may have missed. Happy reading! 🙂
I have to admit, until recently, I was a big believer of the idea to ‘fake it till you make it’ in life. If you knew me a couple of years ago, back when my speech was crass and methodology unrefined, you will know that I have no qualms in arguing without necessarily holding an opinion; bickering just so I could have the last word. After all, how would the world know your presence if you refused to exert yourself? And how can you exert yourself without the relevant confidence? Realistically, you can’t know everything, and that’s where the ‘faking it’ part comes in. Carry yourself in your personal charisma, confidence and contentment. Play with words and expressions to favour your own argument. Sneaky, I know. Sorry.
Christianity has received a fair bit of harsh dealings throughout history. At times, rightly so. The modern Christian Church has failed in many ways. Amongst others, it has failed to live up to the moral standards it seems to profess; defend the rights of the weak and vulnerable; and live exemplarily and sacrificially in a world where money holds more weight than morals.