Involvment at the Political Fringe


J is a leader of the church we have been attending for the past 3 years, here in Melbourne. He is one of the 6 but I think he’s a de facto chairman of the board sort of a person. We haven’t had a pastor since April of last year so sometimes in a teasing mode, we call him Pastor J as well. He’s a good sport so it’s all taken in a light hearted manner. Yesterday, he made a raft of announcements, which is unusual. He tended to be short on administrative details at time, probably because he has so much to do. He holds down a full time job, has 2 teenage kids and his wife works full time as well. So he has as much time as the rest of us yet there he is, virtually “pastoring” a church as well. So while he tends to be short on details, we understand. I have in recent past, urged him to consider hiring a part time administrator, so address this. So I wonder if last Sunday’s pile of announcements was a response to my urging and possible of others who felt the same way.One of the things he announced was the church’s respond to recent announcements by the Brumby Government of Victoria, to decriminalise abortion. I’ve written a draft letter for the church to send to the relevant ministers as well as the local member for Glen Waverley, one Maxine Morand whose office is on Montclair Avenue – she is the neighbour of that law office I used to work in. The relevant ministers are I suppose, the Attorney General (Rob Hulls) and the minister for children and women’s affair, who as it turns out, is also Ms Morand the local member for Glen and Mount Waverley. The content of that letter is then repeated and sent by individual church members to their individual members of parliament. There was a member who has been actively involved in politics, often attending conservative organised prayer functions as well as public rallies. When it was first announced that I was preparing a draft letter, this member approached me and provided me with some material and references. It was obvious the political leaning was conservative so I felt duty bound to inform J. I kept a deliberate neutral tone in the letter, choosing only to appeal to God’s standards as a basis. That letter has now been distributed and I wonder if Australian politicians would take kindly to an act like this…

The Hunt Ends, Abortion and Malaysia at 50


Last weekend was a bit of a whirlwind one for us. It started however, in a pretty mundane manner. After the usual housekeeping matters we went to look at a couple of houses. These have been on the list and since technically we still haven’t got a binding deal for 87 Vicki Street, we went to see these properties. One in Forest Hill was already sold. It was however, a unit in a development of 6 and it looked pretty run down. We went to the other one in Blackburn, on Malabar Road. It was a smallish 2 bedroom weatherboard home. Inside, it was beautifully renovated with fantastic finishing and the kitchen in particular was nice. I must say however that the one in 87 Vicki Street is much better. This property on Malabar Road was for auction that same day so we hung around to see what sort of price it would fetch. It was sold for what can be considered an obscene price for a property of this nature, so our fears about current property market were further confirmed.

After that auction we dropped kiddo off for her class, after which we went to 87 Vicki Street to meet up with the agent. To our (pleasant) surprise, there was a stream of very interested parties inspecting the property and several were keen enough to want to make offers. It was listed as an auction property so these people were a little upset when told that the property is already under offer. We sympathised with them but we too have been in this situation before and I feel bad about this but we were a little elated to now be on the other side of things. We confirmed matters with the agent, collected some paperwork and left to pick kiddo up.

We drove straight to J & J’s housewarming in Wantirna South. News travelled fast and when we got there our friends were more excited than us, with our new acquisition! It was J & J’s afternoon so I tried hard not to steal that away from them but the fact that this was a party of Christians and our new house would be so close to Koorong, the well known Christian bookstore, meant that it was an instant talking point which continued till Sunday afternoon when we were at another church friend’s house for a thanksgiving lunch. Meanwhile, after we left J & J’s place, we had kiddo’s Saturday night church program to attend to, which started at 5pm. Theresa cooked some pasta for them – I had to have the leftovers for lunch yesterday!

Abortion – abort the idea

Recently the Victorian state government under new Premier John Brumby proposed to decriminalise abortion. It isn’t actually his proposal so much as it is his party’s plan which was sitting dormant for a while and has recently been brought to the front burner. As you can imagine, this long-festering all-time favourite election issue continues to stoke deep seated emotions. There will always be clever and progressive sounding arguments. It would seem perfectly normal, liberal and progressive to allow a woman to exercise her freedom of choice on issues affecting her most. Like I said in an earlier piece (see Gay Church piece below) all the considerations must be subject to what God has said on the matter. That has to take precedence. In this instance, the sanctity of life demands we do not consider aborting a child unless it is necessary to save the mother’s life. I appreciate the complexities arising from every point and every conceivable circumstance but we must not allow ourselves the danger of allowing those complexities to colour this very simple principle. I am not saying the decision involved is a simple matter. It never is. Having faith in God however means trusting Him to deliver the outcome whatever that may be. We have to trust that outcome is the best not because it is the one we like the most or because it works for us, but because it is one based on obedience. There is a lot in the phrase “trust and obey”. It takes so much faith to obey, especially in circumstances with so far-reaching repercussions. If we truly believe He is our loving heavenly Father, we have to trust that He would take care of things (such as the mother’s and the child’s welfare) in ways which would truly be best for the all concerned. To borrow the language of an anti-smoking ad campaign, it is hard to trust Him. It is even harder not to.

Malaysia turning 50

This Friday Malaysia celebrates its 50th anniversary as an independent nation. A few days ago, a regular of Malaysian news feeder emailed to say the mood around town does not reflect that of a golden jubilee year. Many have been distressed over recent happenings which illustrate the rapid deterioration of public institutions. Like me, many think this is a culmination of a trend which started so long ago. It guess the germinating events likely predate Mahathir but there would be compelling arguments for the view that Mahathir was a very effective catalyst which exacerbated the decline. He stifled dissenting voices, rigged rules to suit his agenda, castrated the judiciary, subjugated the cabinet, bossed the reserve bank, manipulated the police and generally ran the country with a free hand, more akin to acting as an all powerful president like a third world despot than as a prime minister. While he may have genuine interest of the country at heart, by destroying these institutions, he paved the way for incompetent administrators who are interested only in plundering, more than governing. So when you now have an ineffectual replacement for a prime minister, you have groups taking advantage to milk the country the best they can. Alright, I had promised to stop knocking Malaysia so I will not go on along this vein. My point is – the country has been primed for a subdued 50th anniversary celebration. Those who see its problems see little or no cause for celebrations. These are not my sentiments, but those who still live and work there. Sure there are a few who have not been affected and appear to still enjoy living and working there. They are however, mostly of the younger group, have no children and live their lives in either the city or big towns and usually have well to do parents. Those who own and run their business, have children, or have extensive interactions with business or government leaders tend to have a bleaker view of things. I’m told nonetheless, that traffic continues to be bad. It is in fact worse than normal days so a sense of celebrations still prevail. Perhaps traffic woes are all too easily engineered – just close off a few roads, position a few traffic cops to direct traffic is a certain pattern and voila you’d have massive traffic jams. I don’t know therefore if traffic jams are any indication of the scale of celebrations and therefore a reflection of the hunky dory state of affairs. I don’t know – I am just too remote to gauge if the doom and gloom quarters have any cause for their sentiments, or whether the merry makers do. Continue praying for Malaysia, I guess.

Three years on

We have now been living in Melbourne for almost 3 years. I recall this time 3 years ago, when I had submitted my resignation to my CEO. The company had been going through some turmoil in the form of numerous resignations from key personnel. The group CEO was every bit a raging bull with a temper so fiery and volatile it was liable to erupt at any moment and it often did. Many had resigned because they could no longer come into work each day wondering if they were to be the target for these bloodletting sessions. That place was being torn up by a single person. This was crazy because that person was the single largest individual shareholder and he was the CEO of the group. This group has now merged with a government owned investment banking group and this merger attracted a lot of heat. I’m just relieved I am no longer the general counsel there as I would have been hard pressed from all sides. Anyway, when I submitted my resignation, it was obviously for the reason that we had decided to move here. It wasn’t for the same reason the others resigned. It didn’t matter to me however, what the others thought was the reason. I have had enough of the situation in Malaysia. The main protagonist causing so much angst in Malaysia at the moment had just joined that company then as a director of corporate finance. Through a couple of exchanges I had with him, he made remarks which suggested nothing in Malaysia was going to change. Here was this supposedly highly educated (Oxbridge) and liberal young leader purportedly offering substance to the government. Yet he sounded every bit as disconnected with what plagued Malaysia, as his UMNO colleagues. His remarks set me off into acceleration mode to leave the country. We finally left in October 2004. Theresa and I arrived, she left after a week to take care of kiddo, and I stayed on to get things ready for when the family eventually got here. After 2-3 weeks, I found a school to register kiddo in, leased a house near that school and set about furnishing it. I got a car and when the house was equipped with the basic requirements, I returned to Malaysia to finish the packing there. We pushed ahead with efforts to sell our house in Klang, found home for our furniture and appliances and Roy our dog (he’s with my mother now) and mailed boxes of personal effects to our leased property in Melbourne (these arrived between 6-8 weeks later).

Our initial weeks were exciting but also very challenging. Kiddo went to school, Theresa found a job and I found one too, a couple of months later. The rest of my experiences, like the good book says, are in the annals. Don’t be smart. Annals. Except that in my case, that means this extremely dry journal.

Almost 3 years later, we have settled down so much more. I don’t know how we could have gotten where we have, except by God’s grace. He closed doors when He knew I wasn’t ready to step through them, and opened them only when He knew I was. He truly has been a loving heavenly Father.

What this means is that going forward from hereon in, the real work begins. The settling period is now behind us. The work to fulfil the purpose for which we were put here (both in the sense of being in this world and in Melbourne in particular) has to now begin. We have some ideas (not yet clear) as to what this work is. One thing we are determined to do is to assist anyone who wants to follow this path. Already, there are a couple of families we have been helping in a soft sense. We have extended our offer to provide tangible assistance. Having completed this first cycle of our new life, it is time to help others with theirs.

Home, Work and Footy


Home Hunting
 
Last weekend was another one of fruitless house hunting. After a hurried house 
cleaning on Saturday morning, we left home just a little after 10am and headed 
for an auction in Blackburn North. It was a well renovated home on a street 
with a nearby park so apart from the slightly further location it was a very 
nice house – near perfect. I was hoping to bid in the auction but no sooner 
had the auctioneer started to invite bids when it just took off and within minutes, 
it had shot off the charts. 
I was prepared to go a little higher than the advertised price but the bidding 
frenzy had us shot. The closing price was in excess of 30% over 
the advertised price. The auctioneer seemed very happy and I suspect 
the vendor was pretty rapt but I saw many heads shaking that morning. 
It was a bit of a downhill ride after that. 
We saw many more properties that day, ranging from old dark, grimy 
and grotty houses which looked like the Addams Family lived there, 
to houses with bright tacky decors. I called one of these the 
Brady Bunch house and Kiddo and I coined one a groovy house. 
Nice maybe, but no thanks. 
All together, we must have seen something like 15 houses 
in 1.5 days. Some were too small, some were too old and a 
couple had pigs as tenants. These were so filthy I wondered 
why tenants lived like pigs just because the house did not 
belong to them. Maybe it is a function of youth but surely that is 
being unfair on some young people. I’m sure there are young 
people who think it is important to be neat clean and tidy. One of 
these houses had what looked like doctors as tenants 
(medical books, stethoscopes) but that didn’t seem to make 
any difference. The carpets in that house looked like they were 
caking up with dust and grime. How could doctors live like that? 
They had nice, chic and imaginative decors but they were all 
hidden by the fact that the place was dirty. Maybe it was 
deliberate to deter potential buyers thus prolonging the lease.
So the 10 or so that we saw on Saturday were all dead alleys.
 Like I said it was a fruitless weekend. But then again maybe 
that wasn’t so. Serendipity tends to work in these exercises, 
maybe. After all the wrong turns and dead ends, maybe we will 
be directed along the way of the right property for us. Yeah I know,
 I’m a Christian and I’m not supposed to depend on luck. 
But who knows? Maybe God uses serendipity to steer us in 
the right way? Maybe a series of wrong turns and dead ends is 
precisely what He thinks we need to experience before landing the 
“right” one. Another view of course, is that it doesn’t matter to Him 
where we lived and what sort of house we lived in. That’s because 
those decisions don’t affect His plans for His kingdom. Then again, 
maybe they can. I guess if they do, then God will make a way.
In any case, we have now decided that we would no longer attend any 
auctions as the frenzy has made the pricing irrational. I think the law 
should be amended so that auction purchase should also be covered by 
cooling-off period protection. Under current circumstances, auction 
transaction probably requires more protection than private sale ones!

 

 Work Wait
 My current role has 6 weeks to go. I was planning to seek an indication 
on my future position, by the end of this month. That would have given me 
a one-month lead for me to think about searching for a new role. 
However, last week there was an interesting development in my boss’ 
situation so I am now uncertain if I can press for an answer. On the one 
hand I don’t think it is an unreasonable request on my part if I did ask for 
a response. On the other hand, my boss has been terrific and I have enjoyed 
this role a lot so I want to accommodate everyone as much as I can. 
For me to press for a response at a time when my boss needs room to 
manoeuvre, would seem out of place and not very nice. I cannot 
presently write about this in any more detailed fashion except to 
say I am in a little bit of a dilemma. 
Right now, I am inclined to be nice instead of safeguarding my 
own situation. It goes against my instinct but I guess it would be 
the Christian thing to do. For now. 

 

Footy Foothold

Man Utd were champions last season. Three games into 
the new season and we are 2 spots above relegation.
What a contrast huh? Misery abounds, and I’m thankful 
there is so little talk of soccer. The rage is still with footy and 
who’s going to make the finals. We still haven’t found a team to 
barrack for, though I have taken to watching games, and have 
enjoyed doing so. I watched parts of the Geelong v Kangaroos game 
yesterday and really liked the way Geelong played. The quick 
passing game and the industry was exciting to watch. The 
problem was both sides were equally hard working and fought 
just as hard. The Brisbane Lions too won a thrilling game, 
with competition leading goal kicker Jonathan Brown coming 
up with a last second screamer to win the game. But Geelong 
and Brisbane are foreigners. I want a local team. The closest would 
be St Kilda or Hawthorn and while the Hawks have done really 
well this season, I still haven’t watched a game involving either of them 
so I’m none the wiser. I’ve been told that for sheer tradition and richness 
of club history I must go for the “pies” (Magpies) – Collingwood. Like 
Man Utd in the English Premier League, Collingwood divide footy fans 
into ABC (Any one But Collingwood) and Pies fans. They have however, 
striped colours – black and white at that – just like the Geordies. Bar-codes 
– how does one barrack for that? Go by colours? That would be superficial. 
Essendon (red, black) St Kilda (red, black and white) would suit. Or if 
nickname is a yardstick, maybe Melbourne Demons would do. All three 
are now playing lousy footy however so … In any case maybe the 
hunt for a club should take on more serious proportions now. I guess 
that would be a club which fights hard, plays exciting footy, goes through 
agony (like now, for United) before experiencing ecstasy. It would be a 
club which rises up against what may seem like insurmountable 
odds, to reach the pinnacles of success. I don’t know enough 
about footy clubs to find out which club has the best fit. I’ll have 
to look some more. Then maybe I would have found a home in Melbourne.

Gay Church? My Gay Thoughts


I have friends whom I think may be offended by what I’m about to write in this entry. It concerns homosexual practice. If you are one of these people, I hope you know by now that I believe God is real and He cares about us. He has great plans for us and I trust Him enough to know these plans are great ones. There is only one condition – that I must let Him be God and not try to play His role for Him. So, whatever my personal views may be about homosexual practice, they are secondary to what God has said in the Bible about the matter.

Personally, I don’t have any problems with homosexual practice. I am not one, have no such tendencies, and am prepared to accept that there are many with homosexual tendencies or preferences. To many, these tendencies and preferences are so strong they do not want to keep fighting them. They think perhaps life is to be lived, not fought against. They think a relationship is about commitment and sacrifice and building something together and there is nothing in a homosexual relationship which inherently precludes these virtues. I agree with these views. I would have subscribed wholly with them and would have supported same sex union as a logical consequence of these views. These however, are my personal views. As a Christian, I believe my personal views are not always the right ones. They can’t be. To insist that my personal views must prevail is to breach the condition set out above. His (perfect) plans wont work, and mine, which are no where near His (perfect ones) would kick in. My views really are a distant second to His, which is perfect.

I honestly do not know what to make of claims that homosexuality is a natural thing. It’s like someone who prefers one food to another, or has the natural tendency to use his left arm instead of his right. How can preference for one food over another or using one arm over another, be such a bad thing? Honestly, I don’t know. I dont know what harm there would be if say, half the world is gay. Maybe the world population would go down. The nucleus family would no longer be the norm. Is that a bad thing? I don’t know. If homosexuality becomes as common as a heterosexual union, it would be the first time since time immemorial, that the issue of parenthood becomes re-examined and the accepted convention of 2-sex parents is no longer. I don’t know what that does to the psyche of a child and how that affects his or her development and what sort of adult that child eventually becomes. It is such a vexed issue. It would certainly mean discarding what has worked for centuries, in favour of/exchange for acceptance of certain sexual preferences. Assuming the gays are right and it is perfectly “natural”. It is still only our way, not God’s. In fact, God wants us to subrogate our natural ways to His ways. The Bible speaks of dying to self in order to live. There are in any event, lots of things we naturally want to do but don’t, because they aren’t good for us. We wont go there for now however.

There is a Malaysian pastor who is now contemplating a gay church. This is just a bit whacky. Not that homosexual practice is whacky. It isn’t. It’s quite cool actually. It is however, against God’s ways. Jesus preached love and forgiveness and acceptance. That is true. He also however, preached obedience, repentance and judgment. These aren’t cool. They are however, core teachings of Jesus. To start a gay church would be like starting a church for any other perpetrators of any other practice which is against God’s ways.

We don’t for example, even think for a moment about say, a paedophile church. Before you scream murder, I’m not equating paedophilia with homosexuality. The obvious argument that one damages innocent young children while the other is between consenting adults is a familiar one with which I agree. However, again those are my views. They don’t matter. God’s views do. In fact they are the only ones that do. One doesn’t even have to proffer any arguments which a paedophile may put forward to justify the practice. You don’t need for example, to produce scientific evidence to show maybe some children aren’t damaged and may even acquire some life lessons. I know that is repulsive. I know society simply does not find paedophilia acceptable. My point is there will always be subjective views. Expert opinions change. Community rejection or acceptance of any matter is subjective. What is now unacceptable may be acceptable at different times, just as what was previously unacceptable may now be acceptable. The only objective standard is God’s. Okay, that is my belief. I know that to be true, because it is right there in the Bible (eg 1 Corinthians 6:9).

You know why the church today has credibility issues when they shout and thump their chests against homosexual practice? It is the issue of consistency. Homosexual practice is a sin, as is theft, lying, killing, jealousy, covetousness, and all the other practices listed in Exodus somewhere as well as in other parts of the Bible. In fact, remember Billy Graham’s 7 deadly sins? You hardly hear the church condemning these anymore. Why condemn homosexual practice but keep silent on theft for example? Why no word against murder? Why has the church not examined for example, the actions of people like George W and Robert M to see if they have perhaps committed murder? I know I know. George was defending his country, you may say. Really? From what? Terrorism? I thought that was in Egypt, Saudi Arabia and maybe Afghanistan? From oil drought? Ah…maybe he was then guilty of covetousness? Or did he not remember that and the other stuff in Exodus 20:15ff? If in lying and coveting Iraq’s oil he let his own view prevail over God’s that is as much a sin as homosexual practice is. Why didn’t the church condemn it but pretty much cover its head with ashes over homosexual practice?

So to the Malaysian pastors and churches crying out against that gay pastor, I say well done. However to sound a bit more credible, you should also take a stand against other practices which are against God’s ways. How many church goers in Malaysian churches today are guilty of sharp business practices (theft, lies, coveting)? How many have mistresses? How many overtly support regimes which condone murder (I have in mind the Malaysian police which the general public in Malaysia believes have committed murder in the summary execution of suspects in shootouts, pushing addicts off buildings, bashings in lock-ups and prisons leading to deaths)? Why does the church single out homosexual practice as a sin to condemn and leave the other iniquities alone?

So back to that gay church – no it wont work. I believe gay people in Malaysia aren’t Christians. If they turn up, it wont be because they are Christians – it would be because they are gay. It would be just another gay club. You cant for example preach on godliness because to be godly you need to well, subscribe to His ways. A homosexual practitioner has chosen to choose his own way over God’s. If however the intention of that church is to help practising gays get rid of that practice then that would be a great thing. That pastor could set an example and say homosexual practice is a sin in that it goes against God’s ways. It wont be a cool or popular thing to do, but godly.

Msian Chat and House Hunting


Chatting about Malaysia   

I have, by and large, tried to keep to my recent resolution to not run down Malaysia. So for example when I was speaking to some friends yesterday and the usual derisions were offered, I simply demurred and suggested some positive sides or proffered hope. My reservations were of course received with some surprise and jibes about whether I was starting to think about returning. I said no of course I wasn’t returning. Malaysia is no longer my home and leaving aside the never-say-never mantra as a ubiquitous caveat, I cannot see myself returning in any extended period. I cannot anyway. I am no longer a Malaysian, except maybe in a corner of heart somewhere. There is a Singaporean in the group I was talking to and he said, for the umpteenth time, that Malaysia was such a wasted opportunity. The country is beautiful, had vast natural resources and a legacy of education and legal system which could have provided a launching pad to make it a great place. Instead, constant bickering over racial issues together with greedy and corrupt politicians have conspired to send it closer to an African despot haven than ever. The increasing religious bigotry and extremist attitudes have made it an even less attractive place to invest, work and raise family. Even though the above stuff came from the group I was chatting with and not from me, it should not have made its way to this entry. I shall stop here on this issue.

House Hunting

A week after accepting an offer for our house, we have now begun viewing homes in earnest. For some reason, I am not overly concerned about finding a place. I don’t know if I should be. Properties are so expensive now so while it is great to cash in on current high prices, replacement costs would always be an issue and we knew this all along. It is just that we had planned on finding something else for a while now and had always thought about selling our current place so it isn’t a sudden decision which we haven’t thought through before. Yet, when we finally embarked on looking for a replacement home, it felt so daunting and tiring. On Saturday after the routing house cleaning in the morning, we set out and looked at various houses. By the time we got back at around 4.30pm, Theresa was so tired she was just glad to sit down in a stationary position and browse through some brochures instead. We decided to have some “teochew” porridge which was great (except for the colour as we used some sweet potato which was of the purple variety!).Yesterday after church we resumed our search and visited 2 more houses, and unlike Saturday, we spent a lot more time in each of these 2 houses. One was just off Waverley Road. It is a subdivision with 2 units and a relative had wanted the front unit which was much bigger and nicer. We were asked if we would be interested in the other one with hopefully a discount based on a bulk/package offer. It turned out the price differential between the 2 units made the remaining one disproportionately priced and it felt a lot less spacious than the other one in the subdivision. The other property we saw was just off Foster Road and was much nicer in terms of space, quality of finish and design. The one big question mark was the fact that it sat on a slope and a part of the house, meant to be a cellar-like underground storage facility, was a bit unnerving. We would have to continue looking, as painful as it is. We have just under 3 months to find and move into another place. God would have to accentuate the Heavenly Father role now.

UMNO’s continuing bloody mindedness


Badawi the Malaysian PM continues to sleep, obviously. By parotting allegations which obviously cannot be substantiated, he continues to miss the beats which matter. To those who arent sleeping like him of course, they know these were just hopeless clutches at straws.

The biggest culprit responsible for inciting racial hatred are some of the UMNO leaders, not bloggers. Whenever UMNO calls for sensitivities, it is because they have been shown up as racist imbeciles. Slander to them is when their wanton thievery is described for what it is. Thieve and liars. That’s what UMNO leaders have been for a long time now and continue to be. KJ, the only ones who continue to demonstrate they are above the law are UMNO leaders. But then that’s nothing new to Malaysians.

QED – RPK Proved It


If there was ever any doubts that the dominant Malaysian ruling party and the police are imbeciles, Raja Petra Kamarudin has dispelled it completely. If the Agong and the Sultans in Malaysia are any smarter than these imbeciles, they should get a legal opinion about what Raja Petra has suggested and move to strike if this opinion backs it up. No time to lose ye Kings…

What Are They Thinking


What were they thinking when they lodged that police report against Raja Petra Kamarudin? That they would intimidate him and others into keeping quiet? Martin Luther King Jnr once said a riot is the language of the unheard. So I guess the bullies who make up Malaysian the dominant party in the government thinks it can hold down dissent by keeping a guy like Raja Petra a few hours in an Umno sentry that is the Dang Wangi police station? What were they thinking?

No, you cant shut this one down. Lock him up and other would continue airing all the dirty laundry, gladly. Dont they realise there are now many who dont live in Malaysia and who are too willing to give it a shot to try and make it a more decent place and undo all the damage these racist, bigotted imbeciles have inflicted on the country? What were they thinking?

No, I dont think even nice, pleasant Malaysians would take this one lying down. Maybe this is an incident to start the ball rolling. I dont know. I’m just hoping the penny drops and the rulers, who have long been an a drunken spree of power and money grab, would wake up and realise they have to face up to it all one day, in the afterworld if not in the here and now.

Weekends, and House Blessings


Missing my real weekends

It should have felt like another tiring weekend. It didn’t feel that way. It was probably because we have become used to this cycle.

Last Thursday, my boss had her car in the workshop for some work done on it after an accident earlier in the week. Being the kind soul that she is, she asked me to use her car park while her car sits in the workshop. I had a seminar on Thursday so I did not make use of the facility until Friday. It was great on Friday because I left early and actually got home by 6.30! It took me all of 25 minutes to get home so we could get some dinner and be in church in time for kiddo’s youth program. She had to be in church by 7.55pm and we just about made it. We usually trot in just before 8.30, much to kiddo’s chagrin.

It was freezing cold again on Friday night. I was again very tired so though we were in church early, I couldn’t get very much out of the session. When we got home just before 11pm, I was so tired I gave it just about enough time for the electric blanket to warm the bed before I crashed out.

We had to be up early on Saturday morning. Theresa and I, that is. We had decided to sell our house and it was going to be an open inspection day later in the afternoon. Though our house is generally no where near slum level we still had to make sure we spruced it up the best we could, for an occasion like this. So in went the bicarbonate soda before vacuuming, and extra cleanser squirted into the sinks and toilet bowls. Everything was arranged to add what little aesthetic sense we could, including turning on a mini water feature.  As a final touch, I took out my three favourite CDs for a hopefully classy touch to the whole set up. It was a choice among Stacy Kent, Benny Carter and Glen Miller. I went for Stacy and left Benny for the next day (Sunday). Theresa replaced the floor mats and put plush new towels on the racks and I made sure nice bottles of red went on the other remaining rack in the kitchen.

In the midst of the vacuuming and scrubbing, Theresa took time out to send kiddo to Borders at Chadstone to pick up JK Rowling’s final rendition – The Deadly Hallows. By the time they came back the house was ready and we went out to lunch at Proud Peacock, a Vietnamese place in Glen Waverley we haven’t been to for some time. Kiddo started devouring the book. Well, as much as she could in the tiny restaurant. After lunch she had to go for her math class so Harry had to wait for another hour or so. When she finally found time to get stuck into it was almost 3pm. We were doing our grocery shopping so she found herself a little table in a café, we bought her a cup of coffee and off she went into Hogwarts et al.

By the time we got home it was almost 4pm. We found a soiled floor mat, traces of dirt on the carpet in the hallway, and a note saying the open inspection was a “success”. A total of 19 groups walked through our home within the 30 minute period. Stacy sang right through and the agent thought that was pretty good. I cleaned up the little mess, and got ready to cook dinner as Kiddo tore through the pages. By the time we finished dinner and I was prepping for the “Shawshank Redemption” which was screening on channel 9, she had finished the book. That was it – all 7 in the series finished. No, the boy protagonist did not die, I was told. It wasn’t a dark finish after all or some misguided Sunday school principal would have another string added to his bow and rile against it again.

Shockingly, I slept towards the end of Tim Robbins’ escape but woke up in time for Morgan Freeman to join him in Mexico to finish off that superb story. Theresa had dozed off as well so we all ended another Saturday feeling tired.

After church on Sunday, we went home to again add some touches to the home for a repeat of the previous day’s open inspection. I put Stacy away however and had Benny Carter on. It turned out that it provided the near perfect ambience. The agent called me on the phone earlier today and said with the sunny afternoon and crisp cold air, Benny’s band  played a perfect backdrop to create another frenzy of interest in the house among the 18 groups of people who made their way through the house. While this group deposited yet more dirt on my mat and hallway, we were in a church friend’s house, soiling theirs along with almost the whole church. B & T and their baby S had just moved into their new home not far from ours, 2-3 months ago and finally organised a house warming do. We got home close to 6pm, I did some vacuuming, ironing and had to prepare lunch. We didn’t need dinner so at least there weren’t any major messing around in the kitchen before we settled down to catch some shut eye. As I finally climb into bed, I felt like it was yet another weekend in which I didn’t feel like I had my needed rest.

 

Malaysian connection

Yet another old Malaysian friend is visiting Melbourne so I caught up with him for lunch today. An ex-colleague, he recently retired as a chief money man in a banking group and is now here to spend time with his family. I asked him what he thought of Malaysia, as we sat there in the Belgian Beer Café in the very elegant Ormond House next to my office building. He gave me that very same bleak outlook, just like many before him. In the past 6 months or so, I have met here in Melbourne, with a number of Malaysians who are senior executives in leading corporations in Malaysia. Not a single one of them expressed an outlook bright enough to want to have their children work and establish their lives there. Everyone one of them thought the future of their children is outside of Malaysia. The political bankruptcy, the social disintegration and the growing conviction that unless something drastic takes place it is going to be a financial basket case, are features no longer in dispute by all honest Malaysians.

I was once accused of being overly negative about Malaysia. This was 2-3 years ago. Now some of my then accusers have themselves become negative. I am sure there are some, maybe many who remain positive. I am not sure though if their optimism extends to their children as well, i.e. given a chance, they would like their children to grow up and build their lives in Malaysia. I recently shared with some people, my long held view that Malaysia is past the stage where incremental change is still possible. You can only play racial politics which include religious bigotry and bullying, for that long before you realised you have played with flint and fuel once too often. Yet is this is what it takes to change Malaysia for the better, then it wont be a bad thing. The problem of course, is that this could all have been avoided had the leaders been less greedy, more responsible and more God-fearing. As it is, I hope I am wrong but I believe it is now too late. Any change for the better can now come only at a costly price. A few months ago, a church member who used to work for an oil exploration division of a Malaysian government foundation, said Malaysia has been living a fairy tale which would soon be ending. I thought then that it was amusing that an Australian of Austrian descent should provide such a caustic but insightful opinion about Malaysia to a Malaysian Chinese. It would have been truly amusing had he been only joking.

 

House blessing

Like I said previously, yesterday we attended a house warming party at B & T’s new home. As is the practice of Christian gatherings of this nature, the party was preceded by a few persons praying. Just before the prayers were said, a leader went around prepping everyone, saying there would be a house blessing session with some prayers. One of the leaders then prayed for the blood of Jesus to cleanse the house. A few weeks before, J & J had moved into their new home with their 2 kids and a few days before they moved in, the leaders were also asked to go and bless the house.

I know I am probably treading on thin ice here but I cannot understand this practice. I must confess this practice sounds like a Hindu asking his priest to bless his house or a Buddhist asking a monk to do the same. The Hindus even do it for their cars. What does this mean for a Christian?

Where do we draw the line, if the rationale is that we want God to bless where we dwell? Many spend hours in their cars every day, so why not have a car blessing every time someone purchases a new car? I know one of our church members (and consequently the leaders!) would be terribly busy then as he changes cars every few months! We also spend hours at work every day. Do we have office blessings? Some are on the road all the time, staying in hotels frequently. Do we have hotel blessings? What about school blessings? Our kids are there for the most part of every week day. Maybe when someone purchases a business, there should be a shop blessing then. We are going to look like animists before too long, if we continue with this. It would be too similar to priests or monks chanting in some Chinese restaurants to “bless” the business there. There is something I cannot put my finger on but this practice bugs me.

We are the temple of God, according to the apostle Paul. That means God dwells in us. That has to be the overriding and therefore guiding principle for the above, or is there more to it? If God dwells in us, wherever we are, there God is. Does God dwell in our house separately from dwelling in us? Is there a sense in which God dwells in us but not in our house? Admittedly there is room for the idea (or fact) that there are dwellings in which for some reason spirits linger on. It is however, only a tiny room as such dwellings are few in number. It would be extremely rare, I believe. In addition, God is all-present. He is everywhere. If there is a haunted house therefore, one where poltergeists dwell, it may be because some one has conjured up something which specifically allows these spirits to roam free and do their thing. This has to be the exception except in those places where the practice of devil worshipping is wide spread. It then becomes a situation where God is not present, which is against the norm. God is everywhere unless He is specifically not wanted. Otherwise, He is God and Lord, and He is sovereign. He rules ad Lord God and reigns, but not against human free will. I sincerely believe that. For that reason, we don’t have to ask for God’s blessings and dwelling to be in each place we go to. We ask for special “prayer covering” only when we are headed to some oppressed places, where spiritual oppression – ie where God’s presence is oppressed – is rife. Well, that is my belief. Do I bring this up with the leaders? I already feel like an oddball in our church anyway, asking questions where they are not usually asked and raising stuff which Theresa thinks I shouldn’t raise. She thinks I shouldn’t be so “questioning” all the time. I don’t want to cause any problems. That was why I “resigned” from home group leadership about 6 months ago. It is easier to “live” with these issues – ie not bring them up – if I am not in a “wider leadership” role. As a leader in any capacity, I would be more compelled to raise issues concerning practices of the church. Is this a cop out? I hate to cause issues. That’s all.

Rain, Foul Cops and Bench


Water! Water!

I think it rained all day today. It was very windy when I went in to work this morning and when I went to the building next door for a meeting at 9am, it had started to rain. By the time that meeting was over and I made my way back to the office, it was bucketing down. I think from then on it just went on and on. I don’t know when it stopped but when I finally crawled out of the office a little after 7, it was still raining lightly and boy was it cold. I was telling someone the other day, how I was starting to feel like an ageing tropical creature and I felt the truth of that statement again tonight.

It has rained so much in Melbourne recently, that the state government is starting to think about lifting water restrictions at the current level – 3a, I think. As it stands, we have a pretty good chance of scaling back to a level 3 restriction. I’m not sure if this means we can then wash our cars but certainly, the reservoirs have edged back to close to 33%, up from a near Level 4 restriction of 26% or something like that. So it has been a great winter so far. Cold as it has been, the rain has been a much welcomed inconvenience to Melburnians. Actually I have not heard anyone complain about the wet so far.

I remember how wet it was too, when we first came to Melbourne in October 2004, Theresa and I stayed in her Uncle Seng/Aunt Ann’s house in Blackburn. It was a big house with 6 bedrooms spread across 3 levels. Theresa and I stayed in a bedroom at the lowest level, which was a basement but converted into a beautiful AV room. Our room was at a corner of this AV room, just to the back of the laundry and ironing room. Theresa stayed for just over a week and returned to Malaysia. I stayed on, getting things ready for the family to move over from Malaysia. I stayed with them for about 3 weeks, during which the bottom/basement floor flooded over twice. The rain was so plentiful then. I remember waking up about 2am one night, by the commotion which went on as the family realised what had happened downstairs. As I sat on the bed trying to make sense of what was happening, I realised my feet were in about 3-4 inches deep of water.

 

We ended up spending the whole night cleaning up and poor Uncle Seng/Aunt Ann probably spent the next few weeks worrying about the house. They fixed the problem and have since sold the house and ironically, since then, Melbourne has faced a prolonged drought, until now. I hope the new owners of that wonderful house would not have to contend with flooding problems.

Thin Skinned Malaysian Police Bullies Young Man

There is a young man now being persecuted and abused by the police in Malaysia. Nathaniel Tan is a staff of an opposition party and runs his own blog which is critical of the ruling party, the government and the police. The thin-skinned police, instead of investigating the wrongdoings alleged in Nathaniel’s blog, has chosen to pick on the whistleblower instead. Nathaniel is a young non-Malay male – easy target for the cowardly police and the establishment. Nathaniel’s allegations include police corruption, police collusion with organised crime and the UMNO lead government’s corruption and incompetence. None of these allegations are unique in that scores of other persons have made these allegations, including Malaysia Today. Nathaniel is singled out probably because he is an ordinary citizen, has no connections and is non-Malay – easy and convenient target for these imbecile cowards.

I repeat my sincere belief that Malaysia is beyond incremental change if it is to regain any sense of being a just and equitable society. It was heartening to see the picture of a vigil just outside the police station where Nathaniel is detained but more and bigger-scaled shows of dissent and protest is necessary. The cancer has been allowed to fester for too long that major procedures are now necessary.

 

Why haven’t there been more widespread dissent and outcry over the events which have taken place in Malaysia in the recent past? While the previous government under Mahathir had been merely iron-fisted, this Badawi government has been both ineffectual and iron-fisted. You may put up with less freedom if you think that is the price you pay for stability and prosperity, a la Singapore. But if your freedom is taken away without giving you stability and prosperity in exchange why do you remain quiet, docile and accepting anyway? Not that stability and prosperity are good reasons to take away your freedom but at least it is understandable if you said you were willing to put up with a lack of freedom because you need stability and financial security. Not good enough, but understandable. Lately however, Malaysians suffer in all respects. Poorer economic conditions, poorer law and order, poorer public delivery systems, poorer press, and poorer freedom, including religious freedom. I suppose Malaysians are nice people, especially the ethnic minority. They would take a lot of beatings and bullying and would remain pleasant and not show dissent, and the bullies know this.

Malaysian Bench – Racist Non-appointment

Gopal Sri Ram is the most senior of the Malaysian Court of Appeal judges. Yet they wont make him the chief. The previous chief died in May and the replacement is yet to be appointed. The most senior candidate also happens to be the smartest and most hardworking one. But no, they would not appoint him. Not even when they have just elevated 8 High Court judges to the Court of Appeal and there was no chief to preside over the oath taking by these newbies. Poor Gopal has been there since 1994! He has made decisions which the wider community agree as being sensible and smart. He should be elevated and sitting on the Federal Court bench as he is smarter and works harder than many of them sitting there now. Not only has he not been elevated, they wouldn’t make him chief at the Court of Appeal. Maybe if his name was Ghafar instead of Gopal, maybe something like Ghafar Rahman instead of Gopal Sri Ram, maybe then he would be made chief. That’s Malaysian justice for you. The best and most hardworking is often the one not doing the job. Is it any wonder the standards of the bench have plummeted? But then again this is true not just with the judiciary. All public sector offices are plagued with the same disease of racism, with race and religion forming the basis of appointments, not intelligence and industry.