The tomes i chose to cram my psyche with:

Today I read 2 books in the KLBC library:
The 5 love languages for singles
Fireproof your life

The 1st book is enlightening to say the least. Everybody has a primary love language that speaks the most to them and their way of expressing love to others. The 5 are: Gifts, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, and Acts of Service. My top 2 perceived love languages are Physical Touch and Quality Time. I feel especially loved when I'm in contact physically with others, like a hug or a friendly tap, and when others take time to hang with me. My top 2 expressed love languages are Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. I show my love the most by spending time with those i love and verbalizing my love and care for them.

The 2nd book is interesting as a tie-in with the movie Fireproof, but by itself it lacks a punch. I was disappointed as I expected more from such a book. If the writer would do well to minimize his anecdotes and get to the point. 1st rule of journalism and writing: KISS- Keep It Short & Simple.

Aside from Prodigal's progress...

Taking a reprieve from the post event reporting, we will now focus our attention on something my brother said that struck me as funny.
He narrates,
"Once there was the ancient king of the raccoons named Achtung and he was near death. And he climbed up on Jonathan shoulders, desiring to reach the most holy spot on the top of Jon's head. And lo he was tired and near death, but he persevered on and managed to pull his @$$ on the top of Jon's head. And lo he was satisfied and breathed his last."
All that jazz just to insinuate that my hilighted hair resembles a dead raccoon.
So much imagination. sigh...
I love my brother.

Nothing less than stellar

The Singing Ambassadors promised much

23rd July came and went.

Post mortem meeting concluded unanimously that...

Prodigal delivered no less than a stellar performance.

Kudos to all the Singing Ambassadors on the hard work channeled into 1 year's worth of grueling practice.

Now we can rest...until Prodigal: Termerloh on 13th August.

Day -3

3 days to go before Showtime
The tension is rising.
And we hold a collective breath.
What shall be the outcome of the event?
Who's going to make it?
We'll find out in 3 days' time.

Among no ordinary men

Today marks the end of the 2nd day of the World Baptist Association's Communications seminar.
1st speech :
Bro. Eron Henry brought up the topic of Hybrids or New Media-
-the combination of broadcast and publication.
It should be used for the purpose of mission, evangelism, fundraising, etc.
Also, he mentioned the pervasiveness of using the Internet medium.
It should be noted more people are exposed to Christianity through the media than in the church itself
Mass communication is also covered,
and the key is to properly assess how it can and is used.
Communication should be aimed at building the community of Christ, and wedded to the mission of the Church.
The 2 conflicting perspectives in the higher echelons of theological thought is the Mission adapting itself to the Church, against the idea of the Church adapting itself to Mission. Bro Eron asserts that the latter should be the case.
Such is the summary of the 1st key speech of the workshop.
Tune in to Equus Niger's blog for more summaries of the workshop.

Trepidation

Tomorrow the Singing Ambassadors will be presenting Holy One to the KLBC English Service. The difference? Distinguished guests from all over the globe specially present here in Malaysia for the Baptist World Alliance gathering.

Will the TSAs match the standards and deliver as much as we've promised all along?
Its a shame that they won't be including the choreo for this song. Perhaps Sam and Caryn aren't confident we can pull this off without making a farce of ourselves? Or is it that they wish us to conserve our strength for the greater hurdles ahead? Only time will tell the soundness of our plans. We may plan and strategize, but without the Lord's hand, we shall surely fail. But if God is for us, who can be against us?

The music of the night

I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne ...
to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music ...
music...

You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone ...
I first heard you sing,
I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing, for my music ...
my music ...

Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon thier defences ...

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before ...

Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ...
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me ...

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in to the power of
the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ...

You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night ...

>>courtesy of Andrew Lloyd Webber<<