To err is human, to forgive divine.
I am sure that almost everywhere you go, you can hear either Idina Menzel or Demi Lovato screaming the lyrics to “Let It Go” at the top of their lungs. Just recently, when I was on the bus, I heard a three year boy singing the very same song. It is actually quite a catchy song that you either like at once, or it gradually grows on you.
Now, I do not have a problem when this song was used in the context of the movie, although, I would still find it a bit extreme for my taste. Anyways, if you were to really study the lyrics and absorb the words, it is actually a very rebellious song. Let’s take a look:
“Don’t let them in,
don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel,
don’t let them know
Well now they know
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore…”
I have a question, it says “Be the good girl you always have to be/Conceal don’t feel…” Conceal what? Is it the fact that on the outside a person has always been obedient, but on the inside, the heart is actually a rebel, so the person now shouldn’t conceal the fact?
“Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care
what they’re going to say
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway…”
So, now it says “Let it go!!!!” Question is, let what go? The good girl? Oh, oh, (here, I clap like an excited kid at Christmas) and this is my favorite, “Turn away and slam the door/I don’t care/what they’re going to say…” Can you imagine your kid – if you have one – say, or even sing, this to you? Ouch, I can only assume how mad the parent would get.
“It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me,
Mm-hmmm, I can just imagine the meth addict or the drunk singing this to himself, to “test the limits” of how much drugs or booze he can take at one go, to “break through.” But, seriously, the lyrics here are especially eye-brow raising, “No right, no wrong, no rules for me…” Imagine a world like that. If there were no right or wrong, then I guarantee you that this world would kill itself. That’s what Stalin, Hitler, or other dictators thought, that there were no rules for them. However, you can read about the horrors that they committed.
Okay, here, I am more of just making fun of the lyrics:
“…the past is in the past…” Yes, that is true, BUT, the past will come back and haunt you. Everything you do has consequences. Think before acting.
Now, why am I making such an almost uncalled for and harsh comment on this? Because, think of who this is affecting! The children. Children are the future. Joseph Goebbels once said, “If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it.” And, he definitely knew what he was talking about, since he himself did this. If the children were to grow up tuned in to what this song teaches, they will believe this lie.
It is not evil to marry
but good to be wary. 😉
I abruptly yanked my hand back when I accidentally touched the hot kettle. I quickly stuck my finger under the cold running water and smiled. Now, this might seem weird, I just burned my hand, and yet, I am smiling. The usual protocol would be to yell, cry, or be shocked quiet. And, no, I am not a sadist. Here’s the reason why – I am glad that I still have my right hand. The pain is just a reminder that I could have lost this arm.
I am a biology teacher and an avid photographer. Combine this two qualities, add a nice forest – by my house – to the mix, and you get a person that regularly takes hikes in the wooded area.
On that fateful day, I had taken my camera out and went towards the forest, in hopes of spotting this flower that I had spotted in one of my earlier hikes. I wanted to see if it were not fully bloomed.
I tramped towards the spot, brushing aside overhanging branches, preventing them from slapping me, and ferns that threatened to sweep my face. At last, I came to my destination.
The flower was gorgeous! It measured about ten centimeters from the furthest opposite end of each petal. It had a bluish hue to it, almost going into a violet color, but not quite. Even from a few feet away from it, I could smell its wonderful, flowery scent wafting towards me.
I walked forward and reached out my hand to push aside the small bush that was blocking part of the flower. That’s when the snake decided to bite. I gasped aloud and abruptly pulled back my hand and blindly shuffled backwards, as far as I could from the snake. All the while, trying to take in as much descriptive information of the snake.
I looked down at my right hand and saw the tell-tale snake bite marks. It was starting to swell. The color was slowly turning towards an angry red. I was starting to feel nauseated. I realized with dismay that I had left my phone and car keys at home.
But, first things first, I had to stop the venom from spreading, especially since I was going to be walking. I quickly undid my belt, tied it around my hand – slightly above the wound – and tightened it as tight as I dared. I then set off to my house.
By the time I reached the house, my hand felt like I had dunked it into a cauldron of boiling oil; I was staring to gasp for breath, and my vision was starting to get blurry. I snatched up my keys and phone. I fumbled a bit with the phone before I managed to dial the local clinic near my house.
“Hello, Florida State Clinic, how may I help you?” a female voice answered.
“I just got bitten by a snake. I am on my way to the clinic now. I am quite sure that it was a copperhead. It was about seventy centimeters in length, of a reddish-brown, coppery color, plump.” I blurted as I started pulling out of my drive way. I know, it was probably hazardous to drive and talk on the phone – even more so when you have just have been bitten by a snake. However, all these seems trivial when you start hyperventilating, wondering if every breath you take would be your last.
“All right. We will have the anti-venom ready for you, and a medic team present as soon as you arrive.”
Thank God that the roads were fairly empty. I only encountered two cars on my way to the clinic. I saw the sign for the clinic and swerved into the drive way. The medic team was present and as soon as I tumbled out of the car, they hurried over.
They lifted me up to the gurney, but not before I lurched to the side and vomited. When I lay back down, I felt the gurney being pushed forward, and then I lost all consciousness.
Needless to say, I made it back to good health. The doctor had been mildly surprised that the poison hadn’t taken my arm. He did pointedly say that it was probably because of the quick actions that I took.
I merely smiled for I knew that it was not by my strength. When I went back home, I cautiously went back to the flower. This time, I brought my baseball bat and a long pole to push aside that same bush which the snake had been hiding in. The coast was clear.
Finally, I managed to take the photos of the flower that started it all.
AN: I have never been bitten by a snake, never had any experience with handling snakes. Therefore, I do not have any firsthand experience with this kind of scenarios. This original short story is just based on the first aid that I have learned, and from research regarding poisonous snakes. For those with experience, please feel free to comment on any mistakes!
Since it is Easter, I thought of these wonderful verses that reminds us saved believers that when we die, we have a glorious home to look forward to! I also hope these verses would cause others to think, “Do I have a part in this everlasting promise?”
1 Corinthians 15:52-55:
52 In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
53 For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
54 So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Haha…I just had to underline, italicize, and bold the last verse. Every time I read this aloud, I have the urge to shout it at the top of my lungs! 🙂
A random poem that I came up with. 😉
There are sentences.
That are choppy.
There are sentences that make you think,
Like what makes flamingos pink?
Sentences are that there sense makes no,
Just the like one I wrote.
While there are longer sentences
That streams like the waves that ebb and flow along the sandy shore.
The number of Filipinos in the church I attend has greatly increased over the years. And, with it, has my interactions with this ethnic group also increased. Here’s what I have learnt about most Filipinos. They are a fun-loving bunch of people – people whom you would want to invite to your party.
It is so easy to be around them. I am, by nature, quite an extroverted and loud person. But, in this Chinese culture in Singapore, you can’t really act like that in a group setting. Sure, me and my Chinese pals do laugh and stuff, but it has to be a toned down version – if not, weird stares would come your way. Whereas, with the Filipinos, no one cares if you find something funny and you start laughing uncontrollably and kinda loudly, in fact, they would probably even join you.
For example, a few years back, we had invited quite a few of the Chinese families in the church come over for a Christmas dinner. Everything went quite well, we chit chatted and held conversations. But, I stopped to observe these guests for a while. A number of them were either seated quietly and staring into space, or they were involved with their electronic gadgets. Unless you made the effort to talk to them, or make the guests talk to each other, they would continue to be like that for quite some time.
Then, during another time, we had invited the Filipinos, and only them, for a meal at my house. Boy, was that a blast. Once they had put down their food, they immediately started talking and laughing with each other. By the time the fellowship “officially” started, the entire house was filled with the happy sounds of laughter and a mix of the Tagalog and English language. Of course, there were a few that did take out their phones, iPads, and stuff, but it was mostly to take hilarious selfies and random pictures.
If you were to ask me which party I enjoyed the most, it would be the one with the Filipinos.
However, I do not mean to say that being a serious person is a bad thing. There are times when you certainly have to be serious. But, I do enjoy the moments when I can just let my hair loose and enjoy the little humorous moments that God puts into my life. To live, to laugh, to love.