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Robin by Julane Hiebert
8 years ago
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Day 1, God's work begun
A family friend of my dad's is a staunch Buddhist who will not hesitate to tell you what Buddha teaches. I believe so are many people out there.
I am a Christian. I have nothing against Buddha himself, but that is only as far as I will go, to acknowledge a good philosopher.
I used to be an inquisitive teenager like most other teenagers out there. Asking a lot of why and seeking answers. I was brought up in a Christian environment and was taught from the Bible. I had my doubts. I wanted to find out about other religions.
I didn't go too far, because I could never get past the Creation.
Most religions talk about peace and doing good to others, but none, except Christianity strongly teaches about the creation of time and space. After getting past the you-must-do-good-unto-others part of religions, I cannot help but probe deeper as to what makes me 'me'.
Why do others not talk about Creation? Only because they are religions formed from human beings. Buddhists have many gods, so does Hinduism. Gods for the fields, kitchen, earth, finances, health, etc. But none for Creation.
I'm a little more familiar with Buddhism, so I'm going to make some references to it.
Reincarnation. I don't like that idea at all. How tiring can it be to go through life again and again, based on one's good deeds? If I have done enough good, I can choose to be reincarnated to be a better person, perhaps born into a more affluent family. For how long? Does this not discriminate against the poor or sick who are not able to give financially or with their strength?
I chose Christianity eventually, only because I know where I came from. Right from the beginning of the Bible, it says that God created the heavens and the earth. All living and non-living things on earth are of His handiwork.
He made man. And woman. In His image. That's where I came from. Adam and Eve to Noah and his ark, to my parents and now me. The Big Bang theory didn't take root in me. I cannot believe that things can happen by such pure chance. It is already so difficult trying to 'bump into' a neighbour from the same street, how much more impossible it can be to have the universe and living things happen out of chance?
Why is it important to believe what you believe in? For me, it meant a life of hope, of eternity spent with my maker, praising and worshipping Him.
You know, the thought of mankind worshipping another man just do not attract me. It's as good as my descendants worshipping me, a mere mortal, who did nothing, but lived and died.
Or, what about worshipping animals and carvings out of wood or a story figure? I might as well cut out the prettiest-looking Snow White who came back to life after the Prince kissed her. One myth as good as another.
Why would man worship man who could not bring hope to life? Look to the Creator and let Him give hope.
I am a Christian. I have nothing against Buddha himself, but that is only as far as I will go, to acknowledge a good philosopher.
I used to be an inquisitive teenager like most other teenagers out there. Asking a lot of why and seeking answers. I was brought up in a Christian environment and was taught from the Bible. I had my doubts. I wanted to find out about other religions.
I didn't go too far, because I could never get past the Creation.
Most religions talk about peace and doing good to others, but none, except Christianity strongly teaches about the creation of time and space. After getting past the you-must-do-good-unto-others part of religions, I cannot help but probe deeper as to what makes me 'me'.
Why do others not talk about Creation? Only because they are religions formed from human beings. Buddhists have many gods, so does Hinduism. Gods for the fields, kitchen, earth, finances, health, etc. But none for Creation.
I'm a little more familiar with Buddhism, so I'm going to make some references to it.
Reincarnation. I don't like that idea at all. How tiring can it be to go through life again and again, based on one's good deeds? If I have done enough good, I can choose to be reincarnated to be a better person, perhaps born into a more affluent family. For how long? Does this not discriminate against the poor or sick who are not able to give financially or with their strength?
I chose Christianity eventually, only because I know where I came from. Right from the beginning of the Bible, it says that God created the heavens and the earth. All living and non-living things on earth are of His handiwork.
He made man. And woman. In His image. That's where I came from. Adam and Eve to Noah and his ark, to my parents and now me. The Big Bang theory didn't take root in me. I cannot believe that things can happen by such pure chance. It is already so difficult trying to 'bump into' a neighbour from the same street, how much more impossible it can be to have the universe and living things happen out of chance?
Why is it important to believe what you believe in? For me, it meant a life of hope, of eternity spent with my maker, praising and worshipping Him.
You know, the thought of mankind worshipping another man just do not attract me. It's as good as my descendants worshipping me, a mere mortal, who did nothing, but lived and died.
Or, what about worshipping animals and carvings out of wood or a story figure? I might as well cut out the prettiest-looking Snow White who came back to life after the Prince kissed her. One myth as good as another.
Why would man worship man who could not bring hope to life? Look to the Creator and let Him give hope.
Friday, May 28, 2010
When age catches up!
Posted by a fellow blogger, the list of things that come with age!
My favourites are :
1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.
2. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
3. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.
Read the full article here : The Perks of Reaching 50, or Being Over 60 and Headed for 70
My favourites are :
1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.
2. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
3. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.
Read the full article here : The Perks of Reaching 50, or Being Over 60 and Headed for 70
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sushi making!
Amazing sushi making! I love sushi and this just made gave it even more reason to have one soon!
Itadakimasu!
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Geek Alphabet
I'm not geeky, but this alphabet poem is rather cute and so true of the "Geekdom" as they call themselves!
Read them here.
Read them here.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Appreciating crafts and receiving them
Anyone who knows me well will know I'm quite a practical person. Sometimes, too practical. And will try to save money on better things, though when it comes to food, I'll succumb.
For as long as I can remember, I don't like chocolates, lollies, soft drinks, sweet drinks, flowers, decorative items, heels, make-up and dressing up.
The one thing I cannot understand is giving cards. Friends give cards for almost everything! Birthdays, festivals, thank you, get well soon, etc. Ever since migrating to Brisbane, I have struggled to accept cards from people. A lot of them were hand-made cards, which made it even more difficult to decide what to do with them. For the past few years, I have kept them in the drawer after reading them. I threw everything out at a recent major house clean-up.
Had this conversation with husband and he said that it's a form of affirmation and appreciation towards me and I should accept them with an open heart.
I have no problems with people making cards or sending cards. I do know of a handful of people who are great crafts people and make beautiful cards!
I have a problem when it's made for and sent to me. You see, everytime I receive a card, I'll read it and it either goes straight to the bin, or will sit in my drawer for a couple of years before being thrown out into the bin. Doesn't matter whether it's store bought or hand made. I don't know what to do with them. Recently, Miss 2 gets to cut them up after I have read them. I felt a little better that the card was put to good use in developing a child's fine motor skills.
The first thought that came to my mind was thoughtfulness on the sender which I greatly appreciate. The next few thoughts that flashed through usually include "a waste of time and money on me", "can save the postage and paper on others." etc.
I have come to ask friends not to give me any cards. A text, or email, or a word in person works better. Or, something practical, like a Coles gift card.
Until I can appreciate the receiving of cards, I'm going to stick to a no-cards policy.
For as long as I can remember, I don't like chocolates, lollies, soft drinks, sweet drinks, flowers, decorative items, heels, make-up and dressing up.
The one thing I cannot understand is giving cards. Friends give cards for almost everything! Birthdays, festivals, thank you, get well soon, etc. Ever since migrating to Brisbane, I have struggled to accept cards from people. A lot of them were hand-made cards, which made it even more difficult to decide what to do with them. For the past few years, I have kept them in the drawer after reading them. I threw everything out at a recent major house clean-up.
Had this conversation with husband and he said that it's a form of affirmation and appreciation towards me and I should accept them with an open heart.
I have no problems with people making cards or sending cards. I do know of a handful of people who are great crafts people and make beautiful cards!
I have a problem when it's made for and sent to me. You see, everytime I receive a card, I'll read it and it either goes straight to the bin, or will sit in my drawer for a couple of years before being thrown out into the bin. Doesn't matter whether it's store bought or hand made. I don't know what to do with them. Recently, Miss 2 gets to cut them up after I have read them. I felt a little better that the card was put to good use in developing a child's fine motor skills.
The first thought that came to my mind was thoughtfulness on the sender which I greatly appreciate. The next few thoughts that flashed through usually include "a waste of time and money on me", "can save the postage and paper on others." etc.
I have come to ask friends not to give me any cards. A text, or email, or a word in person works better. Or, something practical, like a Coles gift card.
Until I can appreciate the receiving of cards, I'm going to stick to a no-cards policy.
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