Thursday, November 13, 2008

Not to return to what was left behind

GospelLk 17:26-37
Jesus said to his disciples:“As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be in the days of the Son of Man; they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage up to the day that Noah entered the ark, and the flood came and destroyed them all. Similarly, as it was in the days of Lot: they were eating, drinking, buying, selling, planting, building; on the day when Lot left Sodom, fire and brimstone rained from the sky to destroy them all. So it will be on the day the Son of Man is revealed.On that day, someone who is on the housetop and whose belongings are in the house must not go down to get them, and likewise one in the field must not return to what was left behind. Remember the wife of Lot. Whoever seeks to preserve his life will lose it, but whoever loses it will save it. I tell you, on that night there will be two people in one bed; one will be taken, the other left. And there will be two women grinding meal together; one will be taken, the other left.” They said to him in reply, “Where, Lord?”He said to them, “Where the body is,there also the vultures will gather.”

On the day the Son of Man is revealed - He reveals to us Himself everyday. Sometimes, he makes special revelations and this can happen any day.

Someone who is on the housetop and whose belongings are in the house must not go down to get them, and likewise onei n the field must not return to what was left behind - When He calls, when He makes his little aparitions in our lives, we must let him capture us right where we are. We should be ready to pack up and go. No need to pick up the other pieces of our lives. Hello, the Omnipotent one is calling us! We shouldn't worry about what we leave behind. They should be considered as crumbs.

With a grain of salt...

"Take it with a grain of salt."

That's how the saying goes. When someone says something against you, they say, take it with a grain of salt. Ever wonder what it means?

This is what I think it means. Sometimes, it's hard to swallow bad things that people will say about you, especially if you know that it's not true. What do we usually swallow? Food, right? What do we do when food tastes bad and is hard to take or swallow? We add seasoning to give it flavor. We add seasong to make it more appealing. Seasoning makes food taste better (and helps us chew them into tiny bits and pieces!). Therefore, if you take things with a grain of salt, you'll be able to take them as they are, see them in a better light, or to turn them into dust, negligible dust!

But don't you ever wonder why it's salt and not sugar or some other spice? All of them give flavor and all of them serve to preserve. Or maybe sugar: medicine? You know, as Mary Poppins says "just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down... in the most delightful way!" Hmm...

Like a Frog

A frog has no ears but it jumps, jumps, jumps! That's was an anecdote my friend told me when we talked about "neighborhood" politics. A frog has no ears so he doesn't listen to intrigues. Instead, he keeps on doing what he's good at -- jumping! Thus, by jumping, he covers the distance.

Once when I was confronted with a couple of regrets in life, someone reminded me that going down the road of regret is dangerous and unwise. Likewise, he gave me a good analogy: At work, when a team encounters a problem, what do we do? We usually check what went wrong then we set up measures to make sure that we avoid them in the future and improve the way things are done. We all agree that it's a useless and fruitless exercise to dwell on what went wrong and point fingers at whose fault it is, right?

The same goes for our past. If we detect some of our wrong choices when we look back at our past, there's no sense in dwelling on it. Doing so will only lead to regret. Lingering on regret will bring us no where. Instead, it will be better to acknowledge everything as it is and turn it into a learning experience -- a jump off point. Then, like a frog, jump, jump, jump!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Dance Time!

My husband and I have been going to a fitness gym for about 1 month now. Yep, We're working out. We have to in order to retain my youthfulness (or whatever's left of it...) and to stay fit -- one of our goals for this year. :)

By monday next week, I'll have my 3rd orientation, where one of the trainers will design my own personal fitness program but so far, I've been attending gym classes. I've attended Streetdancing, Body Sculpt, Hatha Yoga, Belly Dancing, Precision Cycling and Capoeira. Of all of these, Streetdancinng, Hatha Yoga and Precision Cycling are my personal favorite.

I don't know if I'm excited about my personal training program but I definitely enjoy the streetdancing class (even if it's jam-packed with people everytime). It's fun and I love dancing!

Dancing is a joy me and my family share. In fact, even my son has catched the interest and the talent (but my son thinks that his Dad is the dance guru because he always sees his Dad dance in our bedroom... well, he has yet to discover the what real-dancing moves mean... hehehe). After the classes, I teach my younger sister the steps I learn and we dance it together.

My son would usually see me teaching my sister the dance moves. I would demo the steps in 8 counts ... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and my sister would follow. Soon, my son would try to dance himself or count with us, saying, "5, 6, 7, 8..." Charming, isn't it.

It seems that my solo was getting accustomed to the thought that his Mommy also dances! Now, whenever we ask him to dance, he will usually point us to the sala, where my sister and I usually have our mini dance classes. If we won't go to the sala with him, he would pull us by the hand and bring us to the sala and say, "Dance!" and "Watch!," which translates to: "Mommy and Daddy dance while I will watch."

In the sala, he would sit on his rounded rattan floor pillow, put his arms on the center table and wait for us to showcase our groove in sets of 8 counts. Hahaha! Yes, we have to admit that he's starting to become a charming little manipulative boy in a disarming way.