Money or Life?

I was reminded of the childhood game we used to play:
"Money or Life or Your Bald-Headed Wife?" :)
This is where friends would come up to us and ask this question
(Bald-Headed Wife was added later for fun and rhyme)
If we chose Money, we'd get 'beaten' (tickled) by our friends.
If we chose Life, we'd have to 'give up' all the money we had to save ourselves from the 'beatings'.

Usually the answer would be rather simple: We'd choose Life. We rationalise that we could always earn back the money we lost.

Here in Mark 10:17-31, we see the same questions being asked though in a different light.

The rich young man had the money (v22) and he was seeking eternal life (v17).

Jesus' reply was: Sell everything and follow Him (v21).

The man's face fell and he went away sad.

He chose Money.

Its interesting to note that although the man had 'eveything' in his wealth, Jesus still said there was one thing he 'lacked'. (v21)

And that was he loved his money more than eternal life.

His love for money, for whatever reason (security, power, pleasures of the world etc), was hindering his access to eternal life.

At the end of the day, we all have to answer this question, Money or Life?

Choose wisely my friends.

A mother under construction...

All along there have been many comments that sing praises of the sacrificial love of a mother. As much as I’ve never disputed the truth in those comments (especially having the mother that I have!), I’ve gained some personal insight ever since joining the ranks of motherhood.

Yes there have been loss of sleep, adding new foods into my diet which I’d never have lifted a finger to put it in my mouth previously, cutting down on foods which I use to eat happily with all fingers, and some other things laid on the altar of sacrifice in the name of parenthood. But at the same time, my selfish nature becomes more apparent during these 4 months as well. How I’d want Caleb to sleep in a little longer so that I can have some “me time” (like now), and when he stirs I’d quickly pat him back to sleep so that I can have some more “me time”. How I’d want Caleb to be awake so that he can “entertain” people, sometimes feeling that my freedom is clipped with a little one tagged to me…

Our viewpoint on children really reflects the condition of our hearts. And my selfish nature rears its ugly head time and again. That’s probably why at times children seem like an inconvenience to our lifestyles rather than a joyous addition to the family.

Oh boy.. much to learn. Long way ahead!

My First Chinese New Year - Day #2

I enjoyed my second day of visiting though it was a tiring day! Daddy tried various ways to keep me entertained during the journey so I won't cry. For some reason I could sleep! =D

First stop: Great-Grand Aunty Daisy's place where she showed us pictures of daddy and uncle kenneth when they were much younger. I look like them when they were around my age!

Great-Grand Aunty Daisy



Daddy at 3yrs old



Uncle Kenneth at 3 months old

Next stop was uncle Daryl's parent's place. We didn't get to take a picture with them but at least we took a family picture! :)

Daddy, Mummy and Me (KFC!)

Third stop was to Aunty Sandy's place.

 

Uncle Daryl, Aunty Sandy, Mummy, Aunty Lena and Baby Adele

Last stop was Uncle Chooe's place where we had dinner with his parents and Gor Gor Kai Jin and Jie Jie Kai Ann. We didn't take any pictures there cos daddy's camera battery went flat! :( But we did take a video on the fire crackers the uncles were playing. :) I was a brave boy and was not afriad of the sounds they made.

Oh what a long day! Till tomorrow where the adventure continues! :)



My First Chinese New Year - Day #1

It was a busy first Chinese New Year for me!

Morning went around with Daddy and Mummy for visiting. I fell asleep or was feeding at most of the stops so didn't take many pictures. When I woke up I was in the car on the way to KL to see Popo and my Ayees. The journey was long and Daddy tried to keep me distracted but I did not like sitting in the carseat at all! I protested and cried for a long long time; all the way till we arrived at Popo's place. Hmph! >:(

Better not put me through that torture again or suffer the wrath of me!

Here are some of the pictures from the first day:

 

My Daddy, Uncles and Mah mah

 

Me practising my Gong Xi Gong Xi!





Are we there yet?



Chillax!



All snuggled up in my carseat reading my book



Get me out of here!





I'm a little Tigger! *roar*

Met daddy and mummy's OCF friends at Vivo City Marché. It was cold so everyone took turns to hug me just to keep warm. Being a little Tigger is hardwork. BUT I LOVE IT! *purr*

Can't help it if I'm cute and cuddly can I? Kudos to my mummy! :)

Uncle Kenneth and Me

And here are daddy and mummy's OCF friends