the servant king

wow. time just seems to be in overdrive this year. it's already coming to the end of the third month of 2008 and easter is just a few days a way.

have a truly blessed holy thursday everyone!

The Servant King
Graham Kendrick

From heaven you came, helpless babe,
Entered our world, Your glory veiled;
Not to be served but to serve,
And give Your life that we might live.

This is our God,The Servant King,
He calls us now to follow Him,
To bring our lives as a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King.

There in the garden of tears,
My heavy load He chose to bear;
His heart with sorrow Was torn,
‘Yet not My will but Yours,’ He said.

This is our God,The Servant King,
He calls us now to follow Him,
To bring our lives as a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King.

Come see His hands and His feet,
The scars that speak of sacrifice;
Hands that flung stars into space
To cruel nails surrendered.

This is our God, The Servant King,
He calls us now to follow Him,
To bring our lives as a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King.

So let us learn how to serve,
And in our lives enthrone Him;
Each other’s needs to prefer,
For it is Christ we’re serving.

This is our God,The Servant King,
He calls us now to follow Him,
To bring our lives as a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King.

reliving and relearning...

was taking a good, hard walk down memory lane once more while unpacking my personal stuff at elias road yesterday. went through most of my Christmas and birthday cards as well as stuff from years past and i realised a few things from what was written within.

one, how much i've changed since then.

two, how much i've stayed the same since then.

three, i've not really kept in touch with quite a few people, which has made decide to resume my Christmas card sending once more this year. even if i have to write and post from freaking oklahoma.

four, i'm really thankful for the friends i've had who i'm still in touch with. going through david's cards was a real reminder of the joy we had doodling on our jotter books in class last time. photos reminded me of the great times we had in the 27th as well as in odac (when jem had that really butchy hairstyle with his hairband and all. not to mention his plastic frame glasses. then again, he was the babe magnet, so what am i to say? though of course, it could've been his personality shining through. oops. sorry bro. don't kill me! lol.). and my warm fuzzies from days of camps, foc or otherwise, long past. gosh.

i also had a learning experience today. rather, i was relearning something i had already known before, just that i hadn't seen the problem in a totally different perspective from where i was looking from. that's life i guess... looking at things from different perspectives and finding the good in those perspectives.

and i close off with this masterpiece from transformers.

keep fighting the good fight.

the match winner...

it felt like a total blur.

it was the last game of the day. as usual, it was competitive as hell. what's more, the way the teams were split, it was dubbed the speed versus strength duel - all the speedier, smaller guys on one team while the more powerful and physical guys were on the other.

we'd raced to an early lead, but that didn't really matter. eventually we lost it, and i was getting frustrated with myself for not reproducing the good form i had shown in the earlier matches. silly dribbles that lead to turnovers and poor defending on my part eroded the lead into a deficit to a runaway lead.

yet, true to form of *the* last game, we just clawed right back. and eventually, the game was poised on a knife edge at 20 baskets apiece. just one more basket from either side would win the game.

and damn it was taking long to come.

both teams came close. tired legs meant tired defenders and we had a proper game on our hands. there was a mix of openings from various ranges, but none of them found their way in.

then it happened.

we were on the attack after enduring a spell of pressure. the ball found its way to kelvin on the right side of the basket. somehow, i saw an opening and made a run in behind the defense along the touchline and received the good pass from him.

something inside told me to shoot. and, as if it were pure, raw instinct, i rose to take my shot, with my back to the net.

and it sailed through the air, coming off the back board with a thump and swishing into the net.

all i could do to celebrate was punch the air and let out a "yes!" before going over to kelvin to thank him for the pass.

it felt damn bloody good.

quick song post...

Walking In Memphis
Marc Cohn

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the Land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pourin' rain
W.C. Handy, won't you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be

Then I'm walking in Memphis
Was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered 'round his tomb
There's a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the jungle room

When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano
Every friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said,
"Tell me, are you Christian, child?"
And I said "Ma'am, I am tonight."

Walkin' in Memphis
Was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walkin' in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Walkin' in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walkin' in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the Land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain

Touched down in the land of the Belta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain...



in case you can't connect to the imagery and don't understand the song(like i did initially), go here.

learning to let Him walk with me...

"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous."

so said the brilliant albert einstein, and the quote now makes its rounds thanks to the local production, the leap years.

well, i don't really know about you, but judging from how it's been with my life of late, i think God rather sucks at being anonymous. not that i'm complaining, mind you.

you could chalk off one coincidence. maybe even two. but when a whole slew of 'em happen in quick succession, you just can't help but feel someone up there's trying to drill something into your thick, mortal noggin.

from small things that happen every day to the bigger things, i just can't help but feel that there's huge overarcing theme that God has planned for me at the moment. i don't know exactly for sure what He's trying to tell me, but i guess my gut feeling can't be far off from what He's saying.

even if i get it wrong, i'm pretty sure whatever i garner from this will just add to my experience bank. as far as i'm concerned, i'm relaxed, refreshed and reassured.

and after all that has gone on, i just hope that i can continue to let jesus walk with me amidst the chaos and madness of everyday life.

sure beats walking alone.