Saturday, March 24, 2007

Happy Nauryz

So Spring equinox has come, and gone. Days are shortening, and shadows lengthen. Much has transpired since; busy, to say the least. Apologies for the long silence.

It was a truly fruitful three weeks back in Sunny Ol' Spore over the Lunar New Year:
- met up family and old friends and lunched, brekkied, dinnered, supp'd, walk'd, clambered, jamm'd, wrote, prayed, cry'd coffee'd, tea'd, charaded, and worshipped.
- reunions, regatherings, recollections and reprives.
- Old friends, classmates, teachers; crusaders, z3 kids, missionaries;
- news fresh from china, kazakstan, oz, canada, LA, pittsburgh, nongkhai, ulaan bataar - news from afar with which to refresh the soul.
- the old hometown of kluang and fabulous food and friends.
- Played four services, one worship concert, and one recording session, variously on the keys, guits, bass, low whistles, amur khuur, hulusi, khaen, quena, bodhran, shofar.
- disparate folk such as laurence, terence, bro patrick, ps marg, ck, diana, cynthia and randy, constance, audrey, likai, shirley, shanyong, ian, charlene, Bataa, Ps Mark.
- sent off Gerald, renewed passport, received angpaos.
- supp'd at russian, punjabi, turkish, thai, jap, alif prata, ghimmoh chix rice, currypuffs, mutton soup, kluang gubahoon, katong laksa, bedok bachormee. Did I mention BAHKWA?
- Worship Gathering, Graduate Bible Study, Tuesday Group, Sunday Prayer, Worship Jam, MEP Reunion, CNY.

One could hardly have asked for anything more!

And since back, I've alreayd launched into a 17hr/week teaching session, 60hr/week research, hosted Fangseng and Hubert, Eva and Dina, bridge-walked, and attended a hillsong recording, midnight jams, ACO concert and WOMADelaided.

And here's to a fruitful rest of year. INsANe teaching loads, research deadlines, conference abstracts, presentations, seminars, Uluru, Madrid, Barcelona, and an manically remote prayerful possibility of Shymkent, Tashkent and Bishkek (Lord-willing). Oh, all thats to happen in my 27th year - six months left to go! Lord, I'm hurtling headlong in prayer and trepidation!