Lady Wisdom

Who is she ? Is she familiar to you ? Actually , many of us have met her before. We probably couldn't recognize her because of the voices of other things bothering us. She is calling out , but do you hear her sweet , demure voice ?

Are we in the quest to seek her ? Many find but very few seek. She can only reveal herself more when we woo her. When we have set our hearts , and refocus our attention on her. Only then , she will be made known to her pursuers.

Wisdom like many spiritual gifts , is not something easily attainable unless you really want it , like how Solomon wanted it badly. And it was given. Of course, when you ask , you receive, but you have to act it out , practice it , polish it , establish it. Once you have it's foundation , only can God pour out more of His wisdom and make them known to you. New things , new insights and revelations.

Nevertheless , wisdom comes by through experiences. It needs to be practiced and tried. There will definitely be times in life where opportunities arises for us to apply the wisdom we have and that's how we know at what level we are practicing wisdom when it is concerned, though it's measures are very subjective.

However, our main guideline for wisdom is the Word of God. So, though subjective, it won't be very far-fetched. If you get what I mean.

We can distinguish a person who has wisdom from a person who has only knowledge. A person with only knowledge will be more vulnerable to pride. As he attains more head-knowledge , he becomes more critical in thinking which eventually leads to pride if not careful.

On the other hand, wisdom is just the opposite. Wisdom is when we translate our knowledge into action , when we apply teachings and morals , when we master the art of ' walking the talk'. Wisdom concerns our everyday lives , the way we act , the words we say and our thoughts. It is a life of integrity and morality.

Let us seek for Lady Wisdom!!

Are we to judge ?

You know often, when we see a person clad smartly walking down the street , we think to ourselves, " He must be doing well " or " I think he's a rich man" or " I can't wait to see what he drives!".

On the contrary , when we see a beggar wandering around , barely covering their body with enough cloth , our first reactions are " Ew....... I wonder how he smells like " or " He better not come near me" or " Gosh , who is he ? " . Those reactions are very natural , very human. We judge what we see. As simple as that. First , we look , then the possibilities wrestle in our minds and we come out with conclusions about what we perceive of other people.

I was in a mamak stall one day , alone. Having a cup of teh tarik while enjoying the evening breeze. As I was sipping my hot cup of teh tarik, a man of small stature walked pass me and sat right in front of me , the opposite table. The first thing that ran through my mind , ' Is he Chinese , Indian , Malay or some Vietnamese ? " He didn't have a very distinct feature that enable me to distinguish. And then , he ordered something from the mamak stall worker , and again I stretched my ears forth to hear his accent. But he was too soft. "Oh well ..... Shouldn't I mind my own business ? " I thought.

Minutes passed.........

Another guy , his friend appeared. Now, his friend has the same small frame. He sat down , mumbled something foreign , and laughed discreetly. That's interesting. Another unidentified race. I took out my phone , pretended to sms and peeped at them while they were chatting. The man who came later , looked pretty decent.

His shirt had a blue printed italic font " Jesus ". " Cool ! " I thought , he must be Christian. My hopes were soaring high and I even thought of making friends with them. Until , he lifted up his shirt to reveal a huge metal skull belt he was wearing around his waist . Yeah , how oxymoron. I gave him the benefit of doubt. He reached out in his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes and began his puffing.

Maybe he is not Christian after all , but wait. Maybe he is a Christian but fell away? Or he might be an unborn Christian ? Or maybe he IS a Christian ?

I finished my cup of tea and walked away.

Apocalypse?

I had this weird dream. It happened a few weeks ago and it got me musing.

It is still vivid in my mind. I wouldn't say it's a prophesy or what because I've never known of such gifts to me yet. Nevertheless , it's something worth sharing with you all.

It's about DOOMSDAY!! Did that sound scary ? In my dream , it did. Ok , this is how it goes.........

It was a cloudy evening , a large group of people including me gathered at an empty field on a hillside just overlooking the lower parts of town ( not very sure it was kluang ). And the group of people were armed with clubs , catapults, guns and canons. What a combination of ammunitions. We were waiting for something to come , not very sure what it was but it seemed like everyone was expecting some gigantic evil monster to appear so that we could fight it. We know it was the end.

And in the moment of waiting , the clouds in the sky darkerned and a strong gush of wind swept through the whole place and we looked up into the sky. The sky was filled with stones , huge stones , I assume they are asteriods.......... And they were coming towards us !! The whole of the earth , the sky was filled with asteriods waiting to hit the the ground. It was so real in the dream that I thought , oh well...... this is how i'm going to die.

And just before I could witness the smashing of huge stones , I found myself inside my house. And , I was looking out the window making sure the asteriods were just a nightmare. To my fear , the sky was filled with even more asteriods and they were coming towards me. I stood in front of my house watching it coming closer , since there's no point running anyway , and then it came closer and closer at speeds of lightning! And BOOM !! It smashes into my neighbour's house. The house caught fire and burst into flames and scattered debris all over. I couldn't care more , I looked into the sky to see even more coming towards me. And one came directly at me. As it was about to hit my body with a size ratio of 1:100000 , I woke up !! I was gasping for air.

I realize I was alive , I looked out the window , it wasn't real. And immediately I praise God for it was just a dream. This dream , as real as it seems to be , serves as a timely reminder for me that apocalypse is not very far from now. It is soon. So, buck up and get prepared for there maybe no tomorrow.

What's going on , really ?

A few months ago , roughly 2 months. I really didn't know what to work as. To spend the time I have as wise as I could before leaving for studies. So, I contemplated business and the closest I could get was being a broker. Many of you might not know this term ' broker' as you live in a world where the planet revolves around you , in other words, you are the sun. Anyway, my point is maybe it is very unheard of. It's very different when I say ' Real Estate Agent'. Aha....... that rings the bells right ? A broker is a Real Estate Agent. Just that it is shorter that's why everyone prefers to say ' broker'. I told my friends I'm a broker , and immediately they thought , ' yeah.....why not? You are not working and you are poor , therefore you are broke , hence broker . ' -_-

A broker is somewhat like a middleman who provides services to people who owns a property or a person in need of a property , or simply wants to own one because they feel rich. In other words , investment. I mean personal properties ie : houses , shops , land or anything related. So , our job is to lay down agreeable terms for both parties , negotiate and bring them ( the owner and the tenant ) to an agreement. Agreements can come in terms of sales or rental. I won't go into those details and bore your spleens out. So, that was basically what I did for 1 month.

At the very end of the month , I decided to hop to something else. A new adventure of working life. I became a teacher. Indeed!

Teaching I know has never been my interest or calling. It doesn't mean you are a male , you are straight , that's right! It doesn't mean your parents are teachers , you are born with a chalk or marker pen in your hand. Nevertheless , I gave it shot. And I got myself hired by a tuition center somewhere in town with the very fear that I might ruin lives. And so , that is what I'm still doing today. I've learned much through this experience so far and I know that I wasn't working there by accident. I was praying that God would place me somewhere where I could bless lives.

Meeting students who are about my age and having them know that you are not very much older just sparks the chemistry and teaching is fun. It is exciting and interesting. It opens up a new dimension in my puny mind. I've always assume teaching is boring probably because of the teachers I've met in my life. I'm saying many are great teachers , don't get me wrong. But , teaching is best when you can optimize learning. So, I was glad to see my students so eager to learn , and progressive at the same time.

To sum it up , teaching is great. Teachers are important , having the greatest responsibility when they teach. Loving your students , caring for them , lowering yourself to their level of thinking are a whole new area of teaching. Whoever should take teaching lightly , bear in mind that whatever you've inputed into them goes a long way down their lives in years to come. You can either make them a better person or a not so good one. Teaching has made me appreciate what it means to take every opportunity to impact the lives around you while you still have the time. After all , it is all about Jesus.