Our Hedgehogs

We recently adopted hedgehogs whose owner could not keep them any longer ad he was moving to the States to study. We've been trying to socialize them since they came to us in a small cramped hamster cage and didn't seem to have been handled. They were skittish, timid, and spiked up at pretty much everything.

The progress the first week or so had been slow. We managed to pick up the girl (Uni) but she wouldn't sit on our laps for very long, always trying to squirm away. The boy (Uno) was even worse. He wouldn't let anyone touch him. Maybe it had to do with giving him a bath the second day because he had poo all over him or that dad tried to "desensitize" him by prodding him with a leather belt. Uno hissed at everything.

Yesterday we had a breakthrough day with our hedgehogs. We were able to pick both of them up and put them into a play pen. They stayed there for a good 30 minutes before we picked up Uni who fell asleep on our tummies. It was a moment of bliss where we finally just rested with our pets. There was no more contention or fighting. It was such a great feeling to finally get a response from our pets whom we care for so dearly.

While Mich and I were chatting on the MTR we realized that this might be similar to how God relates to us. God desires so greatly to just be with us in eternal rest. He tries to get our attention with blessings of food and shelter and then lavishes upon us things we don't even need for our enjoyment. And like our hedgehogs we become enamored with those things instead of the one who gave them to us. We are distracted with sleep and sated with our food that we don't have time for our master. And when God comes and tries to spend time with us, we hiss and curl into our defenses hoping he'll leave us alone to our own devices.

I can't imagine what it'll be like when I have kids and experience "fatherhood" to a new depth. The pain of rejection from your own kids must be so much more vivid and the joys of returned affection so much more exuberant. Until then, I have just a glimpse of how deep God's love is for us, and how much I ought to return his affections.

Does God Really Care About My Work?

My friend and colleague Ricky sent me this post that wrestles with whether God cares for all those prayer requests we make about our work. Every Wednesday we have a mandatory prayer meeting (10 mins of prayer and 1 hour of meetings) to "pray" for issues in our lives. Most of our requests revolve around work and how stressed we are. Ricky and I always look at each other and wonder whether something is amiss in our lives when we seem so run down over the stuff we have to do.

http://www.thehighcalling.org/work/does-god-really-care-about-important-meeting

The post makes me think about our theology of work. We know that work is good and edifying. It is God-ordained and specific to who we are and who we were created to be. Yet we have come to idolize it and prize it so beyond what it ought to be, often sacrificing our family, our health, and our sanity to please our boss. And sometimes, our boss isn't the man who sits in the big office downstairs, it's an invisible one inside of us who insists that we toil for futile things like fame, prestige, and success. We give ourselves over to task-masters and willingly enslave ourselves to our work because it gives to us our sense of meaning and identity. In a way, as the article mentions, it has become our idol.

Today is Wednesday and we will have our prayer meeting again. I wonder how to balance this idea of work (in the holy and godly sense) and this god it has become.

A Different Tradition of Worship

On Sunday I had the opportunity to attend an Anglican service. It's been the 4th time in the last few months I've been to an Anglican service which is 4 more times than I ever thought I'd be at an Anglican church. But I came to realize that there are some things which I've really come to enjoy about their tradition of worship.

Acknowledging that I don't know enough about Anglican roots and history, here is what I appreciate about the service I attended:

1. Communion:

I am probably not using the word in the sense that most Anglicans use it in but rather the "community" I felt drawn to as I worshiped at St. Andrew's. It was really neat to see a myriad of people from different social classes and cultural backgrounds singing together. It's definitely one of the most multicultural churches I've attended. I recall John Piper once explaining in his book, "Let the Nations be Glad" that God is ultimately more glorified when a diverse group of people all congregate and unite in worshiping Him than if only one group of people did. It was a really neat feeling to see a brother from a totally different walk of life and know that somehow God had drawn him, as well as yourself, to the same place and to the same community.

2. Revererance:

Maybe it has to do with the architecture of the church, but I love how the high ceilings and the stain-glass windows just draw you to another time and imagination. It makes me think of all the people who may have passed through Hong Kong and worshiped at this place. The grandness of the building reflects the posture and attitude I ought to bring in my worship as well. It reminds me that there is nothing flippant when I approach God and that the place I meet him is sacred. A funny thing is that even in the poor architectural conditions of modern day overflow and poor visuals and acoustics it reminds me that the worship service is not about what I can see or hear but rather that this place was built for God and not me. The service is for God's pleasure and not mine.

3. Liturgy:

I used to hate liturgy and think it was boring. I thought that we should be about spontaneity and breaking tradition. How wrong I was. I've recently learned the value of tradition. You join with history and the cloud of witnesses before you in remembering the creeds and prayers that your predecessors have recited. You are joining with a tried and meaningful legacy that's been passed on. I appreciate that the liturgy always focuses me on the character of God and pushes me to look outward beyond myself.  

4. God-centered preaching:

I think I've come to also appreciate boring preaching because there is nothing wrong with boring preaching when it's based in the Word. It doesn't need to be flashy or thrilling. It just needs to be faithful. Often in our self-centered society, we hear messages that encourage our personal growth or assuage our emotional well-being. We prize our egos and fulfillment. It's refreshing to hear a sermon that focuses on what God is saying and how we need to obey rather than how God can meet our needs.

I'm excited and looking forward to seeing and learning more in a different season of worship in my life. Hopefully this leads to a deeper understanding of who God is and brings me to a deeper love of Him.

"Hong Kong People Are Dogs"

Hard to believe that this is only our first post of 2012. It's been a while. Happy New Year and Happy Chinese New Year all together. It's been a good time of rest for us during the CNY break and it's been nice to get back to the swing of things at school. We've been tired (tough time adjusting back to normal sleep times) but things have been good.


Recently, there's been lots of news talking about the building tension between China and Hong Kong. First there was a protest at the D&G in Tsim Sha Tsui here in HK because they drafted a new store policy to ban bystanders from taking photos of their storefront. Basically the security guards would chase bystanders off if they pulled out a camera. People started complaining because they felt the company was adopting a racially-motivated policy to appease Mainland Chinese patrons who wanted a peaceful shopping experience. So Hong Kongers got all up-in-arms about this as they usually do and went to protest.


Last week someone filmed a confrontation last week between a Mainlander and a Hong Konger who told them to stop eating on the subway (Subway Argument.) This spawned a professor in Beijing to call people from Hong Kong "dogs. (Hong Konger's are Dogs) The whole news storm was a good discussion point with my students at class as we talked about whether Hong Kongers were indeed better than the Mainlanders as many protesters had asserted. It challenged me to think about how I saw these people from China.

In my limited knowledge, (a mere visit to the Hong Kong Museum of History and reading a book on Mao Ze Dong) I've come to realize that there are so many intricacies and layers to this place called Hong Kong. This is why I'm perpetually more and more fascinated with this place I call home for the time being. We have here a simple fishing village that has turned into a world-class cosmopolitan city largely due to colonialism. The citizens have been afforded an education and world-view like no other. Many immigrant children stand with feet in two boats and are offered opportunities like no other with the most mobility and ability to bring about God's Kingdom in any part of the world. 

That being said though, I've come to agree with a couple things that Professor Kong said. He said that without China, Hong Kong could not survive. With that, I would agree. If China were to simply cut off it's economic resources from Hong Kong, the city would flounder. We're not talking about the basic necessities of water, food, and power, but just the economic resources. China is the next rising power and the biggest market in the world. What could this port city (in the physical and symbolic sense) do without its country. 


I also agree with what Kong said about how Hong Konger's treat Mainlanders. It's a very true and twisted mindset. To most foreigners, we go out of our way to make give face and respect. I've seen plenty of times where white people have gotten preferential customer service. Look at the Mid-Levels and just the total opulence and other-worldly lifestyles that they have that are not reflective of real Hong Kong. To the British or the American we bow lowly. To the Japanese we bow (with tinges of bitterness of course). But to the Mainlander, we raise our nose and cause a fuss because we finally have someone we feel superior to. 


I liken it to when a little brother finally gets old enough to lead his own life and find his own way. China, in many ways, has grown up and been able to make a life for itself. Sure he has lots of learning to do about cleanliness, culture, and etiquette, but we act as an older brother jealous of what the younger one now has. We still see ourselves as better and the favored one, and we don't want to let our privileges go. 


After discussing with my students how they saw this whole news debacle, I tried to reexamine my own thoughts and perceptions of China. I realize that I see Mainlanders in one of two ways. First, I see them as the annoyingly loud, brash, and rich tourist who rushes in to take my seat on the MTR. They are the queue-jumpers and the ones who tote their luggages full of expensive watches they've pillaged on Nathan Rd. Secondly, I see Mainlanders as the decrepit and pitiful village people on those World Vision brochures that need my donations, my compassion, and my help to minister to their needs. Both views are broken. Both views stem from my own self-righteousness and pride. I think both are equally repulsive to God. 


I think unlike Kong, I need to start seeing everyone not as dogs but as humans. As my pastor at home counseled for our marriage: "we step into dangerous territory when we stop seeing each other as image-bearers of God." While this was spoken to us in our marriage, I think it rings true here. We spawn hatred, racism, and all sorts of malice and strife when we stop seeing others as people that God has hand-crafted in his image. Each has a story to tell, each has been molded by a system of cultural values, and each has a dignity and worth we ought to see - beyond the dirty, crusty, and rough exterior. 


Peace.

Telford Beatdown

Two nights ago, we were awaken to an argument outside our apartment building. It was 2 in the morning and a lady was shouting at someone for what seemed like 5-10 minutes. Just when I got up to yell out the window to tell this lady to shut up, I heard garbled shouts and tussling. I got my glasses and looked out and window to see a man standing over a woman who had curled up on the ground, hitting her and kicking her. She pleaded with him and he cursed at her and continued kicking.

I opened the window and yell for him to stop. He stopped momentarily to look, but went back to kicking her. The lady was shouting to call the cops. I yelled at the man again and told him to stop and that I was calling the cops. During the call, he continued beating the lady who cried for help. After my call, I rushed downstairs and told our apartment security guard (who was asleep) that someone was being beaten outside. She called her colleagues.

At this time this man tried picking up the lady to "take her home". I told him to leave her and step away. He ignored me until I told him a few more times to back off. He replied by telling me she was drunk and she needed help to get back home. By this time some more security guards had arrived and kept an eye on the guy. I told one of them to make sure he didn't get away as the police were on their way. The man started denying hitting the woman, claiming she had fallen. All the while the woman laid curled up on the ground sobbing and crying in pain. Her haunting cries still unsettle me.

It took the police another 20 minutes to get to our apartment complex which is ridiculous since there's a police station at Telford (don't know if it's operating at night though) and they had to call me back to get directions for how to get to our apartment. I went back upstairs since I was still in my PJ's and didn't want to get too involved in this incident. But when I went back up, I remember hearing the man explain again that the woman had fallen and he hadn't touched her. I got so angry and shouted out from the window that I had seen him hitting her with my own eyes. He retorted, "If you're so sure, come down and be a witness."

The whole thing is so unsettling. It's so ironic hat none of our security guards who were only 20 meters away heard anything, and that none of our neighbors turned a light on to look out the window to help. Perhaps it's the power of the bystander effect or perhaps they were genuinely sleeping. It's just bizarre that no one else came to help. It made for a very restless sleep that night. but praise God, the following teaching day went well for the both of us in spite of our tiredness.

Tintin and the Secret of the Unicorn

Today we went to watch The Adventures of Tintin and the Secret of the Unicorn.

As a childhood fan that grew up on these comics, I was slightly hesitant to watch the movie. To be honest, I was afraid that it would disappoint, because in so many ways, the comics are timeless and perfect. There's just something about the pen and paper copies that seem to bring Tintin to life in a way cartoon and film can not. But the movie didn't disappoint. In fact, I was quite happy and pleased with how Spielberg portrayed the characters.

Firstly, the cinematics of this movie were pretty awesome. Rather than using normal actors for the movie, Spielberg transformed the actors into 3D CGI cartoons using motion-captured technology like the ones they used in Avatar. The result are very life-like characters that are believable, but also other-worldly. You know what you are watching is purely imaginative and fictional, as real and believable as it seems, but that's precisely the allure of the original comics as well.

Spielberg does a good job with the characters, staying faithful to how Herge portrayed them originally. Tintin is the innocent boy reporter who seeks the truth, Snowy is the faithful and sometimes mischievous sidekick, and Haddock is still the fiery drunken captain he is in the books. And of course the twins are the bumbling idiots they are as well.

The plot gets changed quite a bit and I think appeals to the audience more. For those who haven't read the comics, it has all the blockbuster thrills, turns, and chase scenes you would want. But for the comic faithful, it has the majority of the plot and inside details that make the movie nostalgic. Spielberg adds some deeper layers to the characters through their interaction (we learn more of Haddock's past and see him grow) but we never learn anymore more about Tintin's past - which is the way it's supposed to be.

Overall, I was quite happy to watch the film. It is a faithful remake of a timeless and classic comic. It doesn't seek to improve on what Herge created- it simply and effectively pays homage to what he has done. What Herge did was create a comic that was escapist in reality and Spielberg simply explores that more, with the technology we have available 80 years later. The movie won't blow your mind, but it does entertain. For what its worth, it'll likely make the old fans happy and come out with a few new ones as well.

Ball Hockey in Hong Kong

Alright, this post has been a long time coming. Since getting approval to start the ball hockey intramural club this year, I've been so excited to coach and prepare the boys (and two girls) for upcoming matches. We had one this week against ICS. So we decided to build a "shooter tutor" to help them practice their shots.

Ramus cutting the salvaged canvas from the school

Boys gluing the joints 

The Canvas was a discarded basketball pole protector

Zip-tying the canvas on the net

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Going for the competition

The first period was a 0-0 tie. We did well to force most of the play in the offensive zone. In the second, we tired a bit, but the students worked very hard. We let in a goal from a set passing play which was really nice, and lost the game 1-0. We had a chance to tie the game in the final seconds but hit the post. 

Bringing the sticks back to school.

All in all, it was a great first game of the season. We showed great strides by improving (last year we lost 8-2 or something). Looking forward to more games!