Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Fed Up & Over Fevola!

This white man believes in the principle that people should be afforded second-chances in life to amend their inadequacies and mistakes. This is a grace principle that should outweigh any legalistic "quick-to-judgement" attitude - well for Christian believers in any case. For that is at the heart of any legitimate Christian testimony - cue John Newton's Amazing Grace, the ageless hymn that reverberates to the core of our soul in and through our Christian faith and experience. This is my heart-felt belief and I try my best to live with integrity and forsaking hypocrisy by sticking with this grace and second-chance principle in alignment with the heart of my God.

But how life always presents challenges to one's best-held values. One such challenge to this white man is an individual named Brendan Fevola. AFL champion footballer, definitively yes...mature role-model and upright citizen of decent moral fibre? Definitively NO! Because it's not just this latest pathetic escapade that has come to light today and seen this buffoon of an individual suspended indefinately by his club for allegedly exposing himself at a family day function. And it's not just a matter of second-chances for Fevola who has had more than his fair share of redemptive hand-ups in life. Honestly, people like Brendan Fevola perplex this white man because they JUST DON'T GET IT and they JUST DON'T GROW UP!

Trust me, I'm not usually one quick to throw stones but how can one help but feel that if only a pebble lay nearby it would be best served travelling with velocity towards Fevola's head just in the hope of knocking some sense into him! He is truly an elite sportsman with the intelligence and decency of an amoeba. But does Fevola deserve another chance? If these latest allegations are proven true should the sporting curtain finally fall on this poor excuse of a man? My heart says he must be given every opportunity to redeem himself as this is the deserved right of any individual breathing the air of this earth. But my head just asks why we should even waste the effort to believe that this guy could ever truly redeem himself in life and finally "get it and grow up".

For the sake of his three young children, who I trust one day can look at their father as their hero and not their embarrassment, I hope Brendan Fevola, one day, can look at himself in the mirror and see worthiness and not the disgrace he currently is. For anyone can move from a place of disgrace into grace if they are willing to accept their frailties and turn things around. Is it in you Fevola? Prove to yourself and your kids that it's possible Brendan! It's never too late to turn things around...

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Red Queen, the Vox Populi and Theocracies?

So Australia's 17 day period of political purgatory has ended. The knife-edge electoral result has been called. The hung parliament that has literally kept a nation suspended in limbo has dropped the Liberal National Coalition through the dreaded trapdoor whilst the ALP and Julia Gillard have been given their gallows reprieve. Well at least until the next election anyway. Much has been said about the process that has seen a handful of independant MP's decide which political party would be entrusted with governing the nation for the next term of government. And it stands to reason that much discussion will continue as the respective decisions of messrs Bandt, Wilkie, Katter, Oakeshott and Windsor will be dissected ad nauseum. But one quote within the excesses of political diatribe over the past two and a half weeks stands out to this white man as worthy of mention. It was Rob Oakeshott, independant MP fo Lyne who had this piece of wisdom as it relates to the recent clandestine and murky trends in political process in the Australian parliament when he said something to the effect of, "sunshine is the best disinfectant for the current status quo of Australian parliamentary process". In other words, through necessary reforms Australian politics needs to take itself out of the shadows of self-indulgent pontifications and processes and open it's doors to the full scrutiny of the Australian people. Well, the Australian PM Julia Gillard, for the purposes of today at least, agrees with this and has decreed that the now duly elected governing ALP will "draw back the curtains and let the sunshine in." Well we'll see about that over the coming months but the essence of that "sunshine sentiment" is a worthy and valid one indeed.

Because despite the long-winded political shenanigans over the past 17 days (not withstanding the four week electoral campaign prior to the hung parliament result), one thing can be agreed on - the democratic processes of this nation, whether you like them or not, always dictates that the voice of the people, the vox populi is heard. And this historic electoral result ensured that generally-speaking, the Australian electorate sent a clear and firm message to both major parties that we are not happy at being continually presented with inept party policies and processes and equally inept leadership. And as such the people spoke and this time this white man has the feeling that the leadership will listen. Well at the very least I trust that the independant MP's influence in the parliament, combined with the slimmest margin of power will hold all processes within the government and opposition parties accountable on behalf of the Australian people. That's why this crazy political result may have more than just a silver lining - it may just bring with it a little ray of sunshine for the sake and benefit of our nation's political integrity.

Which finally brings this white man to the matter of theocracy. What does a theocracy have to do with all the above you ask? Let me explain...recently a young person in church reflected this thought to me as far as church governance is concerned. "Things would be a lot better if all decisions in church were just made by the one person...things would happen a lot quicker... too many people have too much say in decision-making and it's a waste of time to the point that nothing gets decided upon and nothing gets done...there's too much democracy in church - things would be better if we instituted a theocracy instead!"

Well first let it be said, and I believe I reflected this encouragement to the youth who voiced this opinion, that at least this person had the courage of their convictions to express an opinion to their pastor. Many youth these days are so apathetic and non-committal that drawing an opinion out of them is like pulling teeth! But nevertheless, this white man is fairly sure that a theocracy, in accordance with it's definition, is a governmental form that recognises God, or any other deity as it's head. This is usually held within the context of governments ruled by or subject to religious authority and/or it's deity. To the best of my knowledge, all Christian churches, if they are doctrinally true to their Christian identity, would claim to acknowledge God as the only authorised head of our church. No-one in the Christian church is going to argue with that. So we acknowledge the spiritual theocratic right of, and the reality that our God does rule over His Church. But what it seems this young person desires for his church is a spiritual theocracy alongside a practical system of human pastoral autocracy. And many churches these days function in direct alignment with this principle of pastoral leadership. It's the system that has given rise to hierarchical structures of church governance and power, led usually by a senior pastor who has the ultimate voice and power within that community. And for many faith communities this structure seemingly works perfectly - well at least for as long as the pastor at the top carries the duties of his position with due Christian integrity and responsibility. But when such structures break-down how often are people in faith communities told to just "swallow and follow" and that if they don't then they know where the door is?! Autocratic church structures minus principles of democracy can easily end up equalling really uncomfortable, tense churches containing estranged, alienated believers . Surely this kind of unholy equation isn't God's design for His church is it?

So in summary, this white man suggests that if this recent political scenario provides any worthwhile example at all, that perhaps we in the church should be reminded that the voice of the people is a compelling voice indeed. And that the democracy we are blessed to live under in this nation still has a viable and dynamic presence that doesn't stop at the doors of our churches. Yes, democracy sometimes makes things take longer and seem more complicated. But are expedient alternatives more worthy? My wife reminded me in no uncertain terms that a 17 day period of political mediations just would not happen in her homeland. An outcome over there would be more likely to have acquired a solution via fists, bullets and prison cells rather than through dignified conciliation and consultation. So perhaps there really is something in this thing called democracy - it's alternative, whether within the greater society or within the institution called church is just frightening. This white man embraces democracy and always will - even in the church!

But for now this white man also bows down and willingly hails the Red Queen!

Monday, September 6, 2010

Cockroaches...and Jesus!

This white man always finds in interesting to trawl through the technology news on his internet homepage. Today was no exception, reiterating the fact that often the stories found there are more thought-provoking than the main news page. This is what caught the white man's eye - "cockroaches may help beat 'superbugs'". The link to the article is here http://news.ninemsn.com.au/technology/7957121/cockroaches-may-help-beat-superbugs

But in summary, the story highlights current research that appears to support a theory that the antibodies held within the common cockroach may be effective in treating super-resistant strains of infection in humans. So there it is - those filthy, repulsive, dingy-dwelling pests may end up being one of humanity's primary weapons against infections and sicknesses. The bugs we love to annihilate with a shoe or foot stomp could be our hope, our lethal weapon against our 'bugs'. There's a creepy kind of irony in that!

Of course, this principle of the least serving the needs of humanity should come as no surprise to Christian believers. For in Jesus, we have the greatest example of one who was trodden on and, for all intensive purposes became nothing more than a dirty cockroach nailed to a cross with all the repulsiveness of the world's sin upon Him. What an irony...what a miracle, that Jesus the cockroach would also have within His being the ultimate antidote to the most super-resistant and lethal of afflictions - sin. So the next time, just before your shoe comes crushing down to obliterate the next unfortunate cockroach who invades 'your' world, remember that even in the least of what seems to be insignificant or even unworthy of existence there can be some good that you may just benefit from one day!

And remember - even the cockroaches have their created purpose for being...God wouldn't have bothered otherwise!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Fatherhood & Heroism...

This white man has been thinking about fatherhood in the past few days. Fear not, there are no new prospects of fatherhood on the horizon! Our two sons are a blessing and any more blessing would be just greedy...not to mention plain miraculous! No, I've been pondering fatherhood upon seeing the many reminders of the impending Father's Day this Sunday here in Australia. Cards in shops, cheap aftershave lotions for "dashing dads", socks and jocks and so on...all the usual shopping mall trappings celebrating and selling Father's Day.

Watching a recent documentary here on Aussie TV about the story of one of Australian Football's great players, Ben Cousins and his battle with drug addiction also reminded this white man about fatherhood. Because whilst the doco focused on the obvious struggle of an elite athlete dealing with substance abuse, a high-profile sporting career and his life spiralling out of control, in my opinion the real hero of the story was Ben Cousin's father. This pretty ordinary bloke, Bryan Cousins is the father of a champion footballer yet what truly emerged is the fact that Bryan Cousins is a champion father in his own right. He supported his son through dark moments, an uncertain future, even accompanying his son to an 'appointment' to pick up drugs. Bryan Cousins never gave up on his son, no doubt through many times of doubt, fear and disappointment. He would not be moved from his son's side and stood firm for the sake of his son. That's a true father...a true hero.

And then tonight this white man was watching the latest big thing on the Australian small screen, the X Factor. Another talent show for hopeful singers and entertainers, part of the initial charm of such shows as X-Factor is the audition process where we are presented with all sorts of wannabee stars with dreams and aspirations that often outmatch their skills and talent. So contestants are paraded out in all their vocal/theatrical ineptitude much to the collective mirth of a nation well versed in the art of laughing hardest at the easiest of targets. And of course tonight was no exception, but there was one of those 'grey' moments of uneasy tension when the audience and the judges wanted to laugh and dismiss the efforts of just another 'try-hard' but they couldn't really do it because there was a compelling 'story-behind-the-story' happening before them. This 38 year-old Greek man comes out and performs a more-than cheesy rendition of an old Rick Astley pop classic from the 80's. It was a forgettable performance that would usually be written off with a parting cutting shot, usually from that bileduct of a man, Kyle Sandilands. But not this time...why? Because this very ordinary balding, unctuous-looking Greek bloke had his nine year-old son out the back listening intently and appreciating the performance of his dad...his hero. For sure this man would never sell a song in a deafness institute, let alone ever have a hope of selling a CD. But that didn't matter to that young boy out backstage, crying and hugging his dad with pride for what was, in his estimation, the greatest performance since, well...Rick Astley. Because it was about something more than the quality of a song or a well-rehearsed performance - it was about a son first encouraging, then seeing his ordinary dad living a dream...being a hero...his hero...his dad.

And so this white man is reminded that there is something very powerful in the way that a son can see his father. Sons want to see their dads as their heroes; actually they need to see them that way. And the same for daughters as well with their fathers and mothers. Traditionally I don't pay that much attention to events like Mother's Day and Father's Day, not because I'm uncaring or lacking in sentiment but simply because every day should celebrate such remembrances. That's a lesson taught to me by my own parents that remains as their legacy. Yet this Father's Day I will hold this truth close to my heart - that my sons look to me as a hero...their hero. And that I'm balding, I'm 38 and I'm not much of a singer, but I am a dad and my sons don't need a Pavarotti but they do deserve a hero!
And have a Happy Father's Day Dad!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Abstract Thinking...

This white man has always prided himself on being a person who has the propensity to "think outside the box". I've always viewed narrow-mindedness as the curse of simpletons and, as a pastor always encouraged the youth of my fellowship to expand their thinking laterally and beyond. For this white man is convinced that our Creator's intention for His creations is to have a like-mind like Him. A creative mind...a limitless imagination...a soul that can embrace all life's mysteries and more...Too often I lament church fellowships that seem to have a drop-in box at their church entrances for members to dutifully place their brains inside before they can enter in to worship and engage intelligently with God's Word! The faith in Jesus we have as Christians is a precious thing...so is the intelligence He created us with to use wisely and judiciously.

Anyway, all that being said, this white man was suitably impressed tonight over dinner when his youngest offspring decided to prove the measure of his 7 year-old abstract mind. Like a "chip off the old block" young Luc demonstrated that perhaps the power of an open-mind may well be genetic. It started with a simple party pie that Luc complained was too hot to eat and too messy for his clean fingers. It ended with a straw stuck in his party pie as he syphoned out all of that 'healthy' meaty goodness through that plastic straw, leaving the empty husk of a pastry shell as testament to his creative genius. No mess...too easy! The party pie may have been left empty but Luc's glass of creativity is very much full!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

I Am Not Forgotten...Anywhere!

No-one likes being forgotten. Your birthday missed or your invitation to a party overlooked... regardless of the lapse, being forgotten kicks you that touch harder than other knocks in life. Maybe it stings that little bit more because being forgotten makes one feel a bit insignificant and unworthy. Like you're unimportant and so obviously invisible enough to be disregarded.

Last Sunday night at church our young adults group, otherwise known as CONNECT convened for our fortnightly gathering. As is often our want, we decided as a group to eat out and the most convenient venue of choice was that well known pizza franchise La Porchetta. And so off we went with this white man salivating at the prospect of a good La Porchetta Original pizza. And we get to the restaurant and the pre-meal rituals of menu examination and gathering condiments such as chilli and tabasco sauce were carried out without much fuss. And then it happened...a dark realisation hit us hard...where was Anh? One of our young adults was unaccounted for. I asked the drivers, who did he travel with? None could confirm that he'd travelled with anyone. And the truth dawned with a heaviness in this white man's ample winter gut - he'd been left back at church. Probably in the toilet for that was the only explanation possible. And so I visualised this poor fellow sitting there in his cubicle minding his own business when the lights would have suddenly switched off, plunging him into pitch blackness. And after finishing his task, he would have stumbled out into our foyer only to be greeted by dark silence and definitely no pizza. He didn't have a car and he was locked in the church grounds as the front gate had been locked. This young man had been forgotten!

One of the group travelled back to church and found the young man walking home on the dark, bad streets of Footscray. Eventually he made it to La Porchetta and after profuse apologies and, this white man will admit some laughter, his pizza was paid for by us all. And my suspicion was confirmed - he was going about his business when all of a sudden his quiet moment of solitude literally turned very dark! Fortunately he had enough moonlight through a window in there to conclude his oblutions! Forgotten in the toilet...does it get any worse than that?

Besides the practical lesson this white man learnt the other night to always check the church toilets before locking up I was also reminded of a deeper truth. Regardless of where we find ourselves in life we are never forgotten by our God. Even when we're knee-deep in life's effluent and lost in the struggles that life brings, our God never forsakes or forgets us. We are never far from His mind and never disregarded as insignificant or worthless. A simple truth yes, and the reminder given in less than ideal circumstances, but isn't that God's way? So there it is - I am not forgotten, He know's my name! And there are no toilet doors in this entire universe that can obscure us from God's love!

Monday, August 23, 2010

Hung Up On An Election!

Another election was called for; another Saturday feverishly spent at the polling booth exercising one's democratic right as an Australian citizen. We all anticipated a close election result - many saying that Australia's choice between the Coalition's Tony Abbott and ALP's Julia Gillard was more accurately a choice of who appears less incompetent. But this white man wasn't sure Australians neither anticipated or were ready for the constitutional mess we find ourselves in now. For neither major party gained the necessary number of seats to claim a majority nor a clear mandate to claim government. And so it seems, at least for now that Australia has a hung parliament. The first time this has happened in Australia's political history since WW2, some 70 years ago. So what happens now this white man asks?

What happens now is shameless sycophantism...Now we see the flame-haired Judas, Julia Gillard and the human-Speedo, Tony Abbott charming and petitioning those 4-5 independent members who now hold the balance of power in the lower house of parliament. "Choose me!"..."No! choose me!" Well this white man says "choose what?" Choose a party that has governed for only one term and has clearly lost the confidence of the majority of Australians who elected them? Lost confidence for good reason I add - the ALP's litany of disasters over the past three years in office has been terrible. Or do you choose the Coalition, a party with heavy iron-fisted policies on just about everything from asylum seekers to workplace relations. And with a leader who admits to not always telling the truth (not that he's alone in Canberra's honesty stakes)?

For sure this white man understands why this election saw the highest amount of informal or 'donkey' votes recorded. Because when you've only got donkeys to choose from then where else is your vote going to go?! I say put the donkeys out to pasture...perhaps a GREEN pasture?!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Wearing the Wrong Shoes?

There can be no doubt that making the transition from one country, with it's prevailing culture to another land with a profoundly vast and differing worldview provides a challenging experience. Hence, the experience of many migrants coming to Australia also presents it's own series of challenges and life-lessons. And this is equally true of the Vietnamese community that now enjoys a better standard and quality of life here in Australia. With the majority of Vietnamese migrants to Australia having arrived here as refugees, most with horrific and deeply traumatic stories as their predominant baggage, stories of pain and hardship are being transformed into testimonies of success and prosperity. Generally, the first-generation of Vietnamese arrivals to Australia have worked extremely hard to establish themselves and their families into the greater community. They have created a materially secure foundation for their future generations to build upon. And for many of those original Vietnamese refugees, their hope continues to rest with their Australian born children and grandchildren. For these generations are endowed with a world of opportunity to succeed and get ahead in life in a way the first generation never had the chance to.

And yet, within this optimistic picture of arrival, consolidation, hard-work, opportunity, success, wealth and security, there is also a shadow-side which second and third generation Vietnamese in Western countries consistently endure. It is the flash-point in conflicting cultures surrounding the issue of parental desires for their children's future as opposed to that actual persons individual wishes for their future. This murky grey area of conflict was highlighted again recently in the tragic case of a 31 year-old Vietnamese American man who in a fit of rage strangled his mother. This story is highlighted in full at this link: http://www.nguoi-viet.com/absolutenm/anmviewer.asp?a=108035&z=19

It seems that for that man, the burden of his mother's demands in dictating his future became too much and he snapped in a moment of violent madness. It may well be that other factors were also relevant to this case but nevertheless, the issue was well and truly reiterated - the Asian cultural practice of dictating to your child as a parent their study and career paths can have dramatic consequences. Especially so when this cultural expectation clashes with the Western ideal of individualistic choice in determining one's own future.

There is an old Nordic tale of a native indigenous man who lived in the wild, snowy wilderness near the Arctic circle in northern Norway. He had only ever lived in snow and as a result he only ever wore snow shoes - footwear that resembles the frame of a tennis racquet. This footwear served the purpose of his getting around on foot in the snow and it was all he knew. Now for some reason this man found himself needing to go to Oslo, the capital city of Norway. He packed his few belongings and got a train down to a civilisation he had never encountered before. He disembarked the train and started to walk in his snow shoes towards the exit gate. But he was not walking very well and eventually he tripped over, not just once but two, three and four times. He was walking in his snow shoes on dry land and he had never walked on land without a covering of snow before. An interested and somewhat amused on-looker advised the man that he should take off his snow shoes or else he would find it extremely difficult to get around Oslo. He even offered the native a pair of shoes to help him. But the man refused the offer - he would not take off his snow shoes and he struggled on regardless. He was too proud to admit his footwear was inadequate for his new surroundings and too fearful to remove that which he had walked with his entire life.

As the Vietnamese community here in Australia, it would be wise sometimes to reflect whether or not we are wearing the wrong shoes around for the land we now inhabit. For when it comes to approaching the issue of what our second and third generations desire for their futures here in Australia, perhaps the most appropriate support we can offer them is to step back and allow them to pursue their own vocational aspirations. This may be a humbling experience and will most likely go against every cultural instinct we've grown up with but it is the correct path to take. For if the first generation of Vietnamese can not give up their vicarious dreams for their children, then maybe they risk losing the love and respect of their children altogether. Parents - is the doctor, lawyer or pharmacist aspiration for your child worth the pain of a broken relationship? Is it a cross you are placing on your child that is not just overbearingly heavy but just plain wrong? Is your comparison of your family's status to others ultimately healthy, let alone fulfilling? 2 Corinthians 10: 12 that reminds us "we do not dare to classify or compare ourselves with some who commend themselves. When they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are not wise. "

Perhaps it's timely again to check what shoes you are wearing for this cultural terrain called Australia. And perhaps it is time you removed the heavy cross of your own dream-fulfillment you've burdened your children with. Perhaps it's time to let go of this truly self-centred part of yourself and open your eyes to a different way of thinking in this land of freedom and opportunity. Have you still got your snow shoes on?

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Heart of Winter...

Here, deep in the winters heart
Falls drops of icicle gold
From heaven to earth to me
Truth comes from storehouses cold

Reminding me of seasons
Life's chill lasts but for a day
A new spring dawns tomorrow
Warm suns rise over the way

And yet whilst now tears frozen
Drench the earth with God's blessing
Beautiful the cold morning
Songs of praise now expressing

To our God who made seasons
Even cold wind's biting air
Thank you for reminding me
That your joy is everywhere

In both coldness and in warmth
And in clouds and clear skies too
Life is life and hope is hope
May our souls rest well in You...

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Shalom...

The throne of God
Where smoke ascends
Comes saintly prayers
From God's true friends

But not from song
Or spoken prayer
The hungry fed
Because they care

Our Sundays best
Is seen as vain
A hobo helped
His home a lane

The smoky plume
Shows justice done
With life stained hands
A battle won

Let justice flow
Let true love show
May God be pleased
Shalom below...