<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519</id><updated>2024-10-09T11:29:16.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VISION THAT MATTERS ...</title><subtitle type='html'>Broadcasted on RTHK 4 (97.6FM) &quot;Minutes that Matter&quot;, these are personal reflections gathered on a humanitarian journey shared with many compassionate people determined to make a difference. If you feel life has rewarded you already and wish to assist and inspire those less fortunate, come join our team - thank you! cosmo@visionfirstnow.org</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-1855028773427690737</id><published>2013-02-07T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-02-07T08:23:02.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 52 – True agents of change</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It is everyone’s duty to oppose inequality, injustice and
discrimination wherever they are found. When people believe that suffering is inevitably
built into a secret divine plan, they stop striving with passion and urgency to
establish God’s will on earth. As much fatalistic Christian piety reveals, they
resign themselves to what happens as being predetermined by a Father who knows
best. They pray for patience to accept hardship rather than strength to advance
mankind. They seek to be comforted, rather than to be agents of change. They implore
divine protection, instead of the courage to shape the future. This submissive
resignation reflects the piety sought in ancient times by Stoics, practitioners
of Eastern religions and adherents to religious fatalism. It is not the spirit that
inspires the faithful to strive boldly for a better world, no matter the personal
cost. S&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;piritual maturity dawns with the awareness &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt;
are the instruments of God’s will.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Prayers might strengthen resolve, but are woefully ineffective in
stopping evil and averting the injustice that blights human existence. Indeed,
after worship and meditation, action must follow. Every one of us has the freewill
to sign up for social activism. If we stop at prayers, we hamper progress because
ours is a physical world shaped by action. It is written, when Isaiah heard the
Lord ask, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” he replied “Here am I,
Lord! Send me.” Faith in a higher power should embolden action, not diminish it.
In the boot camp of spiritual formation, prayers and reflection prepare
recruits for all elements of service: physical, mental and emotional. This is
the basic training that arms us with the tools we need to perform the duties
and make the sacrifices required in life. St. Paul urged us to take up bravely the
spiritual armor of God, that we may be able to withstand evil and, having done
that, stand even firmer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Fortified by this spirit, namely a willingness to sacrifice for others,
let’s rise to the challenges of our time with brotherly love. May we respond to
the impulse beating at the core of our hearts, one that opens our eyes to
social issues and urges us to fight for change. Let’s strengthen our desire for
justice to flow like a mighty river, even if we must sacrifice our comfort to assist
the destitute and downtrodden. The belief we should “love our neighbour like ourselves”
cannot just reside in the mind. It demands concrete expression through engagement
that transforms our community with unity, purpose and hope. We are both
physical and spiritual beings, who cannot separate lifestyle from principles
without loss of integrity. The joys and hopes, the griefs and anxieties of every
neighbour, especially those who are struggling or in any way afflicted, these
too are the joys and hopes, the griefs and anxieties of those who rise as true
agents of change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;At work not a day goes by without friends showing more faith in prayer
than I do. It’s hard to make the case that praying actually works. One family’s
prayer might be answered in the search for a dream home, while another’s supplication
for their life might go un-answered. While some people pray and marvel at nature’s
abundance, others see calamity take everything mercilessly away. There are parents
who pray for their children to be accepted at elite schools, while others plead
for their children’s fading health. We believe that if we have faith and implore
God from the bottom of our heart, then supernatural intervention is possible,
if not likely. But can we demonstrate the power of prayers beyond our mundane
lives? I am a believer, though I cannot help but think that divine intercession
ought to be as universal as the gravity that holds planets in a dance, or as
the forces that bind atoms. And yet the responses to prayers defy universality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;In the sphere of great evil, where innocents perish, children suffer
and people are tortured, shouldn’t the saving hand of a caring God be easily
witnessed? Where savagery terrorizes, disease ravages and life clings but by a
thread, shouldn’t prayers be most effective? It may be true that saints
intervene to miraculously heal illnesses, but aren’t there more meaningful ways
to assert sovereignty? The concept of freewill explains much, but an inscrutable
abyss remains in which believers capitulate to life’s arbitrariness. I hide my feelings
when refugees insist, “God brought us here and he will show us the way
forward!” I know this isn’t the Red Sea and there is no Moses to part waters
and change the course of history. Around the world there are millions fleeing
gross, flagrant and mass violations of human rights by wicked criminals.
Enduring faith carries them forward and only fervent prayers stand between a terrible
reality and future hope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The issue of theodicy is
too complex even for Scripture to explicitly offer conclusive answers. We must rethink
the place of prayer in modern life, but we miss the point if we expect unequivocal
explanations. What matters most is not how God responds to prayer, but how we
do. The fact is prayers alter the human mind: they give courage, ignite hope
and enliven the spirit. Prayers transcend suffering and despair to re-direct
life. We may recall the Serenity Prayer, “God, grant me the serenity to accept
the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the
wisdom to know the difference.” We may also reflect on St. Augustine’s advice,
“Pray as though everything depended on God, work as though everything depended
on you.” These wise petitions restore humanity’s power over our destiny and
remove God’s finger from his miracle touchscreen. Now let’s consider the
possibility that &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; are the answer to other people’s prayers.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/264872211610367054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/264872211610367054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2013/02/mtm-51-our-miracle-touchscreen.html' title='MtM 51 – Our miracle touchscreen'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-8527857708677182279</id><published>2013-02-07T08:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2013-02-07T08:20:49.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 50 – God’s work is truly our own</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As I prepare my fiftieth “Minutes that Matter” I recall being invited
in June 2010 to write reflections for this program. My first reaction was one
of dismay, as I doubted I had anything to contribute. Despite my initial
reluctance, this commitment has encouraged me to explore the beliefs and values
that give a deeper meaning to my life. When I retired after the 2008 Beijing
Olympics, not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine the events that lay ahead.
I turned away from a lucrative business to meet a personal challenge: after twenty
years doing what was best for myself, I decided to devote the next twenty to doing
what was best for the community. Call it a new vocation. Call it a midlife
crisis. I had the financial independence to follow my wishes and the
determination to try. Since then, I have developed an agency with a social impact
and partnered with extraordinary people to extend a hand to those who have
nobody else to turn to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Profoundly grateful for everything this city has offered, it was time to
show my appreciation in a meaningful way. When you reach personal goals, you evidently
remain in the debt of the place that made it happen. At some point you might
consider giving back. You could achieve this by directing your expertise towards
a social cause close to your heart. Or you could show gratitude supporting programs
that address poverty, discrimination and other unjust human conditions. A powerful
way to leverage aid is to pay salaries for those in humanitarian services,
which in the longterm greatly amplifies your personal engagement. Mankind is
the only species that has built a civilization and this is because our actions enable
beliefs to reach out and change the world. Since the challenges we encounter cannot
be resolved by the same mindset that caused them, lasting change can only
develop from the appreciation that on earth God’s work is truly our own. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Now, I wish to make a direct appeal to those who can make a difference
in our community by prioritizing social needs over personal aspirations. Given
that 8% of Hong Kong citizens are USD millionaires, there is no shortage of
exceptional talent and disposable income in this prosperous city. Yours are the
minds and hands needed to tackle collective problems. Yours are the skills and
passion required in the public arena. Let’s break out of the 24/7 groove and
seize the mantle of change. We can come together as more than the sum of our individual
ambitions. It is proven that altruism fosters joy, so let’s strive for equal
opportunity and quality of life for all. Four years of voluntary work have
taught me that the antidote to egoism is engagement. When our blessings meet
the needs of others, we experience the joy of uplifting other people’s dignity.
It takes courage to take the first steps, but I assure you that nothing is more
rewarding in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;One splendid Sunday afternoon we took our daughter Mira to Shek-O beach
for her very first encounter with the sea. As a pleasant autumn warmth replaced
the scorching summer heat, we wanted her to experience the unique splendor of
the ocean. Many carefree families had beat us to the waterfront and had happily
staked out a sandy claim with colourful umbrellas and towels. Mesmerized by the
infinite horizon, our one-year-old daughter promptly reacted with a joy that
gladdened our hearts. She was powerless before such awesome marine magnetism. Soon,
unconcerned with her safety, she waddled towards the sea as fast as she could. We
didn’t expect to witness her daring escape towards the one element that puts
the fear of God in the bravest of people. But there she was, dashing off on all-fours
before our disbelieving eyes with fearless independence and dashing confidence
– absolute freedom seemed to be in her reach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Hers was a perfect expression of human potential: unchecked by fear,
unfettered by worries and blissfully unaware of physical limitations. I thought,
how wonderful it would be if everyone could approach life with such enthusiasm,
enjoyment and energy! Not shrinking from fear and stress, not discouraged by doubt
and anxiety, but striving for a better future and expecting a great outcome. We
don’t consciously appreciated it, yet we have a choice about how we move
through the moments of life with purpose. The difference is made by the subjective
thoughts driving our mind and soul. As the world becomes a more challenging
place, we must continue to appreciate excellence, integrity and idealism. It is
written, “Unless you change and become like these little children, you will never
enter the kingdom of heaven.” Thus, mankind is energized and progress assured
by the youthful zeal that approaches life with a passion most adults have
forgotten.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When circumstances inspire reflection on our infinite surrounding, in
the depth of &amp;nbsp;the human heart grows a
yearning for truth that a lifetime fails to satisfy. This is beautifully expressed
by man’s quest for answers in every field of knowledge. It is manifested strongly
in the universal search for the meaning of life. When contemplating deep sea or
deep space, we are spurred to ask fundamental questions: Where do I come from?
Where am I going? What is the purpose of my life? How should I behave? Our beliefs
inform thoughts that are expressed through choices. And there is one core
belief at the root of every worldview – that we are all children of God. This concept
summons a universal sense of empathy that sees ourselves in others, sharing a
destiny beyond space and time. The answer to every existential question is this
one love that binds us together, placing each at the service of others, while spreading
ripples of hope across the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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that income disparity is inevitable and poverty results from bad decisions. Instead,
I believe poverty is a design issue. It is caused by lack of opportunity. All people
are born with innate potential and each person is generally as capable as anyone
else. Yet multitudes cannot afford to live a decent life, which obviously reveals
unacceptable flaws in an unfair system. Poverty&amp;nbsp;isn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;internally generated. It
is externally imposed by an arrangement that perpetuates exploitation. We are
told this is a free economy, that people have limits, that wealth accumulation
is natural, that only money-making drones know happiness. We are fed a
worldview that exalts personal desires and is blind to the unwarranted suffering
it spreads. This self-centered process shoves solidarity aside and offers no solution
to social inequality. In fact, people can be selfless by nature but
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Inspiring philanthropic
words are found in the Gospel of Matthew, where the Lord says, “Truly I tell
you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of
mine, you did for me.” This wisdom explicitly connects the wellbeing of others
with our devotion to that which abides eternally. We cannot say we love God, if
we don’t care for his people. The parable of the Good Samaritan reinforces that
even enemies ought to be included among our beneficiaries. Humankind is a whole
wherein no single person can ignore the suffering of others. What sets
Christian charity apart is offering not just material aid, but empowerment. This
relates to every act of assistance in which donors encourage and inspire receivers
to achieve their own potential. With this support comes solidarity. With solidarity
comes a friendship that affirms, “I suffer when you suffer. Please accept my help
and allow me to share the heavy burden you carry!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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charity work with outstanding humanitarians who reinforced my core belief that
the “rights of man” come not from the generosity of others, but from the hand
of God. Those who struggle under an unjust system deserve access to community
services. This viewpoint shifts the emphasis from giver’s obligation to beneficiary’s
rights, while acknowledging that fate could have reversed any situation. This perspective
avoids condescension by promoting acceptance of everyone’s centrality in a
global village where nobody is left behind. With love and compassion we can redesign
the social canvas to enhance social mobility, community integration and
economic advancement for all of mankind. It is our mission to eradicate
deep-rooted racism, marginalization and prejudice. It is our duty to promote an
ethic of kindness, benevolence and sympathy that extends impartially to all
human beings, irrespective of circumstances of birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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God as irrelevant and ineffective, today’s hedonistic culture exacerbates the keen
ethical distress that since antiquity prompted man’s dialogue with the divine. In
man there is a “Centre of Gravity” that must be anchored to a higher purpose
and, when God is neglected, pulls like a magnet towards greed, lust and power.
These emerge as active forces that misdirect mankind towards pleasure-seeking
– promising greater happiness, yet failing to really satisfy. Enslaved by
materialism, man abandons the spiritual link with who created him and loses his
bearings. Pleasure, possessions and power do not address adequately man’s awe before
the infinitely great, or his wonderment before horizons that surpass human understanding.
As man is held captive by endless wishes and desires, he confronts a calamity
greater than earthquakes, namely, spiritual dryness. This torment hampers potential
and withers strengths and faculties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Adrift
without a bolder, higher meaning, human life becomes a missed opportunity: man drowns
in regret for a past that was not, in sorrow for his present emptiness, and in sadness
about his forlorn future. Instant gratification fails to fulfill man’s longing
for something more profound, thus the present creates more remorse that ensnare the
future. The result of exalting man as the ultimate purpose of reality, while censuring spiritual matters, is a miserable emptiness. Though the spiritual
realm exists, it ceased to inspire man when he cut himself off from eternity to
direct his interest solely towards what is material, sensory and unfulfilling. Once
God is abandoned and man’s centre of gravity fails, then everything comes apart,
crumbles and disintegrates. Modern man has no concern for “eternity”, which has
no place among the cares of his heart. He lost this yearning when he acquired
the false conviction that only his earthly existence matters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When straddling the
line that separates Darkness and Light, there are only two choices: either you
turn your back to darkness and welcome the light, or you turn your back to
light and plunge into darkness. When we shut our eyes to light, shielding them
in the elbow crease, we renounce hope and the quest for Truth that elevates us
upwards. By becoming insensitive and cynical, we allow the rulers of the world to
smite idealism and entomb our dreams – and then the Soul sleeps a deep sleep, a
sleep of death. Chronic diseases are never quickly healed. The only cure for this
emptiness is “making community” with every person around us. This must be done with
sincere friendship and genuine solidarity. There, we will find love and acceptance.
There, we will abolish estrangement and renew a promise that springs from the
soul to truly engage others. There, we will appreciate that to give others
complete sympathy, we must first love their destiny&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/4244379579281178954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/4244379579281178954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/10/mtm-47-anchored-to-higher-purpose.html' title='MtM 47 - Anchored to a higher purpose'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-7663725923105491311</id><published>2012-10-09T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-09T16:35:22.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 46 - When sparks fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Prometheus
is more than a movie blockbuster. In Greek mythology he was the crafty Titan
credited with stealing Zeus’ fire for the benefit of humanity and thus enabling
the progress of civilization. The power of fire was again stolen from nature’s
vault, when James Watt made the first sparks fly from his steam engine, launching
the Industrial Revolution. With the harnessing of electricity, carbohydrates
and atoms, man’s hegemony grew hand-in-hand with his hubris – the extreme pride
of being master of the planet. We have stolen from the gods not only fire, but
the right to determine life through the use of reason, as if the origin of human
intelligence was a tribute to our species. In the last two centuries – really
just a blip in time – progress has been astonishing. Science and technology
seem to guarantee boundless, unchallenged dominion over mankind’s reach. Reason
appears to bend nature according to man’s every wish and command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;An exalted man
has proclaimed supremacy over nature, celebrating self-sufficiency and the
fulfillment of his plans, as if he breathed life into his own existence. Convinced
of this mastery, man walks the earth proud of his ideas, whilst disregarding
the mysteries of his own genesis. Man has become the measure of his surroundings
and the source of the ethics implicit in his actions. The more this mindset
spreads, the deeper God disappears, shunned as irrelevant. Secularism is the
notion that man belongs to himself and to no one else. It is the presumption of
total autonomy of destiny. An assertive and creative individual has no time to
waste thinking about a God he cannot see. Pressed by burning desires, man is
preoccupied and God is rendered pointless, if not a nuisance bounding people
with meaningless covenants and commandments. Modern civilization doesn’t openly
profess atheism, but to all effects this is the present reality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Wrestling with the meaning
of life, Einstein deeply wished for man to transcend individuality and
experience the impenetrable mysteries of the universe that inspired his thinking.
His rational mind appreciated that the universe, and the laws governing it,
couldn’t simply be the product of chance. There are impossible probabilities
for Chaos to flow seamlessly from the Big Bang to “you and me” without design.
What this design might be is entirely a different story, though man stands in
awe before the wonders that surround him, from galaxies and sunshine to flowers
and babies. After launching machine into space – until recently the domain of
celestial beings – man is convinced of being the centre of it all. He refuses
to believe what he cannot see and this leaves him with an emptiness science alone
cannot suitably fill. Dostoyevsky wrote, “The whole law of human existence lies
in this, that man be able to bow down before the infinitely great.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/7663725923105491311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/7663725923105491311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/10/mtm-46-when-sparks-fly.html' title='MtM 46 - When sparks fly'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-5706323554629722457</id><published>2012-10-09T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-09T16:37:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 45 - The siren call is inescapable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I stepped
into the lift one morning to face six neighbours joining the city’s rush to
work. Our eyes met, but nobody smiled, nor were any greetings exchanged. It felt
oddly like there&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;anybody in that bright, confined space, as if we were all
apparitions of momentary annoyance.&amp;nbsp;I don’t know where I picked up this bad habit. Why&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;I bother saying “Good
Morning” even though nobody greeted me? Now, imagine being lost in a
threatening forest, or being stranded on an unforgiving island, how thrilled we
would be to encounter a fellow human being! However, when the village is
stacked vertically into high-rises, we become indifferent to our neighbours and
consider them a nuisance that holds the lift doors too long, or a noisy bother
upstairs. The global village has contracted a disease of alienation and I just hope
it isn’t a fatal one. A helpless indifference infected the heart of man and its
pernicious roots are traced to early humanism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Before the emergence
of “the self-made man”, humanism substituted the ideal of personal success for
the classical notion of sanctity that, elevated beyond reach, is still
misunderstood. As a spiritual concept it used to inspire mankind toward something greater than
itself, uniting all aspects of humanity by amalgamating cultural, intellectual
and spiritual ideas. It wasn’t the exclusivity of super-humans, but an
aspiration for what is greater than ordinary, a striving for personal
excellence. Later the focus shifted from communal wellbeing to individual
success and boundless honors were then given to personal achievements, attained
in one field or expressed in another. From this point on, the dominant culture elevated
private triumphs over the common good and the split endured till today. The
result is a blatant celebration of the Successful Man, a cult of the individual
raised as Caesar, emperor and even a demi-god worthy of public worship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We needn’t
look far to discover a sparkling constellation of exalted athletes, movie stars,
internet titans and industrial giants, who placed hope in their own strengths,
competed and won. Now what matters most is to make life a success, to be famous
and receive acknowledgement, status and praise. The obsession is to win
admiration at any cost, and it matters not whether it is on TV, in sports, the arts,
politics or business. The siren call is inescapable, “Worthy of heaven are
those who do great things on earth!” But what if one isn’t talented? What if circumstances
aren’t favorable? What if one falls on bad times? Is there honor without
worldly success? What’s the score outside the circles of opportunity? Are the
sick and weak worth nothing? The seeds of many evils wait to germinate trampled
by the feet of the Goddess of Fortune. May we cultivate a &amp;nbsp;community enriched by ideals of distributive giving
and belonging, instead of individual rights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where. Men have left God, not
for other gods, but for no god. And this has never happened before. That men
both deny God and worship gods, professing first reason, then money, and power,
and what they call life, or race, or dialectic. The church disowned, the tower
overthrown, the bells up-turned, what can we do, but stand with empty hands and
palms turned upwards in an age which advances progressively backwards?&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;” As for myself, I often hear family and friends,
who are not quite professed atheists, remark scornfully, “I believe in God, but
I don’t believe the church.” With scandals erupting from Rome to Rio, this loss
of confidence is neither unjustified, nor unexpected. I hope their present
discouragement won’t leave a spiritual void, as nature abhors a vacuum and rushes
in to fill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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description of the religious sphere in the West, where only 14% of Irish
Catholics celebrate Mass and 17% of German Christians go to church. In my mind,
fresh ways to nurture spirituality are desirable today because, after two millennia
of traditional acceptance, we might be witnessing the death throes of
institutional Christianity. Sadly, many believers have lost faith in
sacramental life, which is reflected in the way people live, behave, communicate
and prioritize their activities. Many diverging objectives drive the current
way of thinking, search for happiness and possibility for hope. The same cannot
be said about other faiths, yet modernity eroded the foundations that made
Christianity a vibrant force of change for seventeen centuries. Notably, materialism
has replaced the intangible, dogmatic virtues of “faith, hope and love” with more
acceptable categories of reason, money and power.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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remains to chart our own course for each person must define his relationship
with the divine. Six millennia ago, Mesopotamian paganism offered a profusion of
more than two-thousand gods. The influence of polytheism was hard for monotheism
to eradicate, though eventually man could not accepted the absurdity of capricious
celestial beings. The idea of “One God” finally triumphed, yet today a new
paganism is emerging. Man might have forgotten his ancient deities, but now he
worships new ones without even bending a knee. Most commonly the human
condition remains a lonely journey through doubt and despair, along which dreams
are shattered one by one. The time when we can love and help others is as short
as it is precious. May we remind our friends that each of us is carving a
stone, erecting a column or cutting a piece of stained glass in a construction
of something much bigger than ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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worrying constantly about the future. Some quite literally worry themselves
sick. However, time ticks inexorably and never waits for those who disregard
its preciousness. Let’s not forget the wonderful moments in our life. Let’s
remember that amidst widespread dullness and dismay there are shining moments
in everyone’s existence. These aren’t illusory flickering of the brain, but
glimpses of a happiness that is rooted in reality. Most of all what’s missing
is self-awareness, an appreciation of being truly, meaningfully alive. In those
precious, brilliant moments of joy we experience the urge to reach out to others,
to share, to offer understanding, acceptance, warmth, forgiveness and love.
Christians are especially vulnerable to the mistaken notion that mankind is controlled
by an angry god quick to punish people when they sin. Though the message across
time is one of graciousness, kindness, compassion and delight in mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;In the
first millennium B.C. an intellectual awakening blossomed across the globe. It wasn’t
a coincidence this awareness occurred simultaneously across distant lands:
Israel of the prophets, Greece of Socrates and Plato, China of Confucius and
Laotze and Persia of Zoroaster. These new thinkers condemned the old, shackling
religions and raised human consciousness to a level where divine dialogue was inspired
by friendship and joy – not submission and fear. At last this outlook rejected pagan
beliefs and eventually recognized the Most High as wise, compassionate and genuinely
interested in human happiness and development. This global movement lifted the
darkness that trapped mankind under the capricious thumb of inscrutable deities.
It also paved the way for religion to create a new synthesis with reason. When
people truly appreciated their fate wasn’t any more in the gods’ hands, but in
their own, a radically new mindset flowered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Once the gods were relieved
from determining human fate, soon good and bad spirits were also banished. People
realized their religious sense must coincide with their search for meaning.
There followed a rebirth of vocation in relation to this quest for purpose. Man
began to evaluate the passing and ephemeral, against the timeless and
meaningful. Man wondered about life’s purpose as he fluctuated restlessly between
happiness and sorrow, between dread and hope. The connection between “me” and “eternal”
couldn’t be ignored any longer and was pursued with unparalleled urgency. However,
enduring questions remained unanswered, for reason alone could not pierce the
veil between temporal and spiritual without intuition. So mankind began constructing
intellectual bridges to connect human shores to distant stars. Today, there are
countless arches rising, from light to light, to a destiny that hasn’t been
fully unlocked by us.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/6954387095110061624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/6954387095110061624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/08/mtm-43-connecting-shores-to-stars.html' title='MtM 43 - Connecting shores to stars'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-5636512481288354266</id><published>2012-08-14T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-09T16:34:31.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 42 - When every person is family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;All people are
called to contribute to mankind’s mission, each in his or her own way. But what
is this mission, you might ask? Allow me to suggest this statement, “Mankind’s
mission is to rule over and care for creation, bringing God’s image to the
world.” There is a unity of mission across the world – perhaps even across the
universe – with a variety of responsibilities and tasks. Since cooperation is a
source of encouragement for everyone, it is important each person recognizes
the significance and impact of his contribution. If our personal mission is to
serve other people, then attention should be directed, firstly, to the needs of
brothers and sisters who live inside our community and, secondly, to those who
are outside. The old-school among us will recall that, since medieval times, the
“corporal works of mercy” were essential deeds that would merit one a place in
Heaven. Frankly, this concept sounds rather outdated and in need of a
make-over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I don’t
mean to say the acts of mercy are obsolete, but the promise of heaven is too strange
to inspire action today. I do not doubt charitable intervention is vital for
society: feeding, clothing and sheltering the needy; visiting the sick and
imprisoned; bringing hope to those grieving and suffering. What I don’t understand
is why a reward is necessary, when Heaven remains forever unfathomably beyond
comprehension. Would parents love children more if offered a bigger home or a better
car? Is heroic patriotism motivated by prize, or justice by treasure? On the other
hand, it escapes me why some people swiftly become charitable when diagnosed
with a terminal illness. In this respect motivation is everything. If we assist
others for a reward, then we are like mercenaries selling ourselves to the highest
bidder. Likewise, is it humanitarian work if we seek promotion or election? Our
motivation must be sincere for our actions to be worthy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Everyone must
do their part to improve society by offering their time, talent and treasure. Let’s
build our future by correcting social structures that are unjust, create
exploitation, force subjection and are labeled deceptively as &lt;i&gt;“just the way things are.”&lt;/i&gt; I looked below
a row of parked motorcycles: there were cigarette butts, cans, candy wrappers, even
one sandal. Why? Since nobody took ownership of that gutter, it has fallen into
indifference and abandonment. Further, there’s a careless father who, every
night, flicks a spent cigarette downstairs before entering his home. Would he
do it inside? Humanitarianism takes the care we have for our home, the love we
have for our family, the pride we have in our achievements and makes them a lifestyle.
Only when every service is respectful, every place is home, every person is
family, will we be able to truly say, “Your kingdom come, your will be done, on
earth as it is in heaven.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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life-changing results, faith should be viewed in a fresh light. If we wish to renew
the spirit and integrate it in our daily life, we might consider changing the fixation
with “Sin and Salvation” into a focus on “Solidarity and Service”. When obsessing
about sin, people are caught up with self-salvation or a personal desire for eternity
without raising their eyes towards others. A wiser approach is to contemplate the
deep connection a mother has with her child, caring, rejoicing and wishing every
good for her baby. Which mother wants to be saved whilst her daughter is lost?
The Hebrew word for compassion derives from &quot;rehem&quot;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;which means womb. Therein a woman discovers an unconditional love she never
thought she was capable of – fiercely protective and ardently passionate. We men
instead have much to learn, emotionally and spiritually, from the wondrous dedication
of maternal love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;If only we could harness the power of this love, mankind
would be free of a weight of chains that fetters feelings and restricts
potential. In truth, everyone is connected to everyone else, like mothers to
children. We all carry inside at least one piece of somebody else’s puzzle. We
are all incomplete until these parts connect, as they do in friendship and
marriage. Sometimes we know we are incomplete alone, sometimes we don’t. A
marvelous connection is made when we offer a piece of our puzzle to someone
else, like mothers to their babies. When you present that piece, freely and spontaneously,
the receiver is strengthened, renewed and transformed. In that moment we are to
others a spark of divinity and become messengers from that which resides eternally.
This demonstrates how faith is above all a relationship, a connection that unites
and nurtures, a community that welcomes everyone into a bountiful circle of
solidarity and support.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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brightens our world and defines who we are in relation to everybody else around
us. Love is the only acceptable orientation to life. It is the core of being,
the source of action and the summit towards which we ascend. Love starts with a
free and willing devotion to others, but its essence is manifested through
action. To paraphrase the French philosopher Jean Guitton, love is a choice between
two solutions: absurdity and mystery. If love is absurd, then the world remains
bound up in a weight of chains, a depressing and impenetrable wall against
which mankind crashes miserably. Instead, if love is a mystery, it is comparable
to when a match is struck and brilliant light dispels darkness. My enduring wish
is to encourage others to break their chains. May we turn towards the light and
climb towards the Ocean of Love in which, one day, all the hatred of the world will
surely be plunged and nullified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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something like 110 billion human beings were born into this world and very few
lived over 100 years. There are 7 billion people on the planet today and a
staggering 60 million die each year. Sixty million people! That comes down to
160,000 a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I remember hearing this saying when I was young, &quot;We live alone and we die
alone.” Since then I haven’t stopped wrestling with this thorny concept. What puzzles
me is everyone must swallow the bitter pills of life without any certitude
about what follows. Whoever devised this system thought it best this way,
though everyone alive would beg to differ. However, any change we are likely to
make would be catastrophic. Since we are obviously blind about eternity, we
would inflict this myopia onto the planet. Already we have failed to balance the
crowds without homes, jobs and food with skyrocketing rents, overpaid
executives and mountains of dumped resources.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Now is the right time to encourage our children to devote part of their
life to the pursuit of improving the human condition through social justice.
They will soon appreciate how immensely gratifying it is to make a personal contribution
through inclusiveness, compassion and respect. Then they will enjoy significantly
lower levels of anxiety and commensurately higher satisfaction, confidence and
happiness. Marcel Proust was once asked, “If the world ended today, what would
you do in your last hours?” He replied, “Life would suddenly seem wonderful to
us if we were threatened with sudden death. Just think how many project,
travels, friendships our life hides from us, made invisible by our laziness,
which, certain of the future, delays them incessantly. But let all this
threaten to become impossible forever, how wonderful life would become again!” May
he inspire us to progress towards what will still have meaning for us in one
hundred years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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nations fight constantly a greed that fosters segregation and perpetuates
exploitation. Today’s unsustainable addiction to economic growth hides the quicksand
of stress, indebtedness and waste. It’s easy not to sympathize with the plight
of the dispossessed. Besides, who decided to equate mankind’s progress with
economics? What will it take to challenge these abusive structures? When will the
ruling elite reform their priorities to respect the intrinsic rights of the people?
If the health of a generation is judged by its children’s values, we are all witness
of our predecessors. So are we ascending in a virtuous cycle or &lt;/span&gt;descending in a vicious one&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;? I am
an optimist and encouraged by observing our youth’s idealism and concerns. The
issue isn’t whether they receive enough education, but whether they are suitably
guided by their parents. Remember, if we don’t inspire their future, the world
will do it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The greatest challenge for our generation is to build peace in society. Without peace we collapse into the horrors broadcasted on the evening news. Across the globe, religion often gets in the way of common sense and decency. It leads people to war over intolerant convictions. Rather than being consumed by dogmatism, fixating on the superiority of &lt;i&gt;my faith&lt;/i&gt; versus &lt;i&gt;your faith&lt;/i&gt;, let’s build bridges of understanding. Let’s concentrate on our fragile humanity that is caught up and inextricably bound up in theirs. Religion started without books and can most certainly flourish without them. Religion loses its way when holy writings ignite hateful wars. The story is told about a contemporary of Jesus, Rabbi Hillel, who was asked by a gentile to sum up Judaism in the time he could stand on one leg. “That’s simple – he replied – Don’t do to others what you would hate being done to you. That is the Law and everything else is just commentary.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The way we live, the way we treat others, the way we rise above selfish interest and misguided prejudice, these reflect our true spirituality. You’re not a Christian, if you put yourself first. And you’re not a Muslim, if you don’t help your sisters. You’re not a Hindu, if you cheat. You’re not a Jew, if you lie. You’re not a Buddhist, if you take revenge. The conditional “if” reminds us that, when we fail, we are doomed to start all over again. To appreciate this means to apply it every waking minute. As the Dalai Lama said, “Be kind whenever possible ... it’s always possible!” As human beings we are vulnerable to failure, so the conditional “if” offers a moment to reflect, a pause to choose compassion before failing. Kindness is the essence of religion. By cultivating genuine empathy towards others, we create deep, sincere relationships. Kindness came before scripture and liturgy. Compassion is the real building block of churches, temples and shrines.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I’m privileged to run a refugee shelter. On the coldest night in January, the mercury hovering in single digits, I was delighted that every bed was occupied and twelve, otherwise homeless men, were sleeping comfortably. It was Chinese New Year and I visited them to share a festive meal. They came from Somalia, Yemen, Eritrea, Uganda and Burundi. They enjoyed different cultural heritage, but had one thing in common: a suffering humanity. Through my work I learn how solidarity, cooperation and compassion unite these people who thoughtfully share clothes and shoes, as well as food and advice. In the best days of their life, before today’s suffering, maybe they wouldn’t have spared a second glance at each other. Instead, through collective adversity they have discovered the essence of charity. They learnt that life is a mysterious journey, during which kindness removes fear and insecurity and gives everyone strength to face the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/87942441462733679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/87942441462733679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/04/mtm-39-be-kind-whenever-possible.html' title='MtM 39 - Be kind whenever possible'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-6454853281778593154</id><published>2012-04-08T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-08T12:13:16.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 38 - The Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;At the heart of every system of belief there is a moral core uniting all religions. Known as The Golden Rule, it is a fundamental principle of every faith.&lt;/span&gt; The rule is as simple as it is brilliant. It teaches, “Don’t do to others what you wouldn’t have others do to you.” Just imagine how you would feel if somebody did something nasty or hurtful to you. This will help you think twice before doing the same to others. How can we condemn this rule? It’s so universal that literally every faith has discovered and included it in its teachings. Appreciated as a mutual concept, it establishes common ground between all religious people: Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu and Buddhist. It diminishes the prejudice that misleads everyone into believing their own superiority. Since sacred scripture always become a stumbling block, instead of debating holy books, let’s focus on how we treat others and how we apply the Golden Rule in each personal encounter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I believe there is no better way to foster peace. Every major world religion has expressed this principle by refining its version in either the positive form, “Always treat others as you would like to be treated” or the negative form, “Don’t do to others what you would not like them do to you.” So please consider your actions and ponder their consequences. If they would hurt you on the receiving end, then hold back and control yourself. Don’t inflict that suffering on others. It really couldn’t be simpler, yet for centuries people struggled to apply this theory. The venerable Confucius said the rule must be applied all day and every day. All sages and wisemen across the ages implemented it as a way to dethrone egotism from the centre of consciousness and crown compassion as master of existence. Its mastery helps to familiarized believers with the divine, called in different languages: Vishnu, Allah, Nirvana, Jehovah, Bhagwan, Rama, Tao and God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Next time you encounter believers of other faiths – a common experience in multicultural, multiethnic Hong Kong – don’t worry whether they are Catholic or Protestant, Shia or Sunni, Hindu or Sikh, Buddhist or Taoist. Yours is not the only spiritual path and others are not lost. There is nothing more divisive than thinking in these terms, as nobody can persuade others to change religion through rational proof alone. The parable of the “Good Samaritan” holds the key to this dilemma. If you were lying on the roadside, robbed, beaten and bleeding, would you worry about your rescuer’s faith? Would you debate reincarnation, scripture or prophets? Would you refuse help and bandages, if you didn’t see eye to eye? When faithfully applying the Golden Rule in every encounter – treating people whoever they might be as precious as ourselves – we are contributing to a peaceful and unprejudiced world nurtured rightly for future generations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/6454853281778593154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/6454853281778593154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/04/mtm-38-golden-rule.html' title='MtM 38 - The Golden Rule'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-4809007247043023555</id><published>2012-04-08T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-08T12:14:46.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 37 - The rain comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The observation is often made that privilege comes with responsibility. Let’s also add that blessings come with obligations. When saying we are blessed with something, let’s pause to reflect on &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; we are able to say this in the first place. My reflection followed the news of a reality show pulled from Brazilian TV following widespread complaints. It featured a-day-in-the-life of billionaire housewives in that country of extreme poverty. These ladies’ scandalous ostentation grated on viewer’s sensitivity to the point of open revolt. The producers, who initially thought the socially irresponsible lifestyle was entertaining, succumbed to widespread opposition against these ladies’ disregard of poverty. When a protagonist arrogantly claimed, “I’m blessed with a wonderful life”, she set a high-water-mark of indifference to the essence of privilege. It’s easy for anyone to shirk his duty to uphold the rights of the under-privileged he encounters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;How often are blessings misinterpreted? How often does prosperity foster arrogance? How often does success lead to pride? It’s the twisted view of privilege that subverts the essence and purpose of personal blessings. No matter whether it is health, family, intelligence, education or wealth, everything under the sun is nothing but vanity. If it doesn’t foster introspection and service, we got it wrong. If it doesn’t encourage compassion and a desire for justice, we got it wrong. When blessings are kept selfishly, they tarnish our humanity by eroding true potential and restricting growth. Moving from the personal sphere to the global, there is sufficient food to feed everyone, but rich countries warehouse the superfluous; there are adequate resources for everybody to live comfortably, but witness the intolerable Rich-Poor divide; there is opportunity for everyone to work productively, but politics and corruption ensure poverty is perpetuated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;There are sufficient books to teach every child, but sadly decent schools are barred to most. Even good health has become a blessing for those who can afford insurance, while perhaps the next young Einstein chokes in a sweatshop. I believe Earth’s riches were distributed unevenly so that man might share them more equitably and human talents were bestowed unequally, so that man might deploy them more generously. With this comes the searing realization that every blessing is a generosity test – for as freely as we received, must we give! Every time we allow privilege to fly in the face of justice, an opportunity is lost and mankind fails its greatness. Seen in this light, the conviction emerges that people with greater blessings will be measured by a higher standard than others. Since blessings are a debt, let’s reflect on the obligations coupled with ours, because we are the rain that comes to transform and regenerate the land of need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/4809007247043023555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/4809007247043023555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/04/mtm-37-rain-comes.html' title='MtM 37 - The rain comes'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-1785734874564980845</id><published>2012-04-08T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-08T12:10:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 36 - Beware of the Procrustean nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;An enduring myth, frequently repeated in popular media, is that we only use 10% of our brain. This statement originated with the pioneering psychologist William James, who once &lt;/span&gt;wrote: &quot;We are making use of only a small part of our possible mental and physical resources.&quot; This low percentile was popularized deceptively by psychics and mediums who supported their paranormal claims by rooting them in this logic. They contended that, if people use only 10% of their brain, then imagine what they could do with the other 90%. While we still know as little about the function of the brain, as we do about the dynamics of atoms and the mechanics of the universe, we should beware of allowing superstition to creep into our consciousness. It’s surprising how magic practices, rites and amulets hold an irrational grip on those who question religion. Many, who dismiss God as an irrelevant delusion, retain a deep respect for superstition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;In today’s fiercely rational digital age, superstition remains perniciously rooted in the general psyche: fortune-tellers entice and seduce; horoscopes are avidly read in magazines and online; astrological websites are thriving; clairvoyants email their zealous, paying subscribers. We know people who invite geomancers to arrange their office and pick auspicious dates for important events, despite professing distrust in everything religious. Undoubtedly, people sense the effect of mysterious powers in their lives and, instead of being theologically alert, they attempt to control, divert and even oppose these powers. Do they fear malevolent spirits? Are they trying to gain favors? Are they fighting supernatural influence with human power? What then marks the difference between common superstition and dark magic? Whatever form they take, these insidious practices endorse the spiritual as something to be feared, to be battled and controlled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Only a distorted reality emerges from the perilous practice of tailoring spirituality to fit every personal whim and fancy. When a system of belief is syncretized by embracing the desirable and rejecting the undesirable … like celebrating Christmas with presents, but avoiding church … then beware of the Procrústean nightmare! In Greek mythology, Procrústes was a wicked bandit who butchered travelers by stretching or cutting their legs to fit them into his iron bed. Each victim was mutilated to conform to one agonizing standard. Superstition has the same effect on faith by cutting off what is perceived as hindrance and embracing what should instead be renounced. In this self-reliant, individualistic age, spirituality should be appreciated as a relationship uniting God and believer in a mutual commitment of love expressed unambiguously through action. For only through spirituality, not superstition, can mankind develop a fulfilling and lasting happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/1785734874564980845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/1785734874564980845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/04/mtm-36-beware-of-procrustean-nightmare.html' title='MtM 36 - Beware of the Procrustean nightmare'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-6859483511033618943</id><published>2012-04-08T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-08T12:09:11.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 35 - A record-breaking bagel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Every Christian, no matter how separated by land, culture and time, shares a strong conviction: we believe God’s presence is experienced in our lives, indeed in human history. We believe God invites us to respond to his love with faith and integrity. This divine call communicates life by revealing a presence that permeates our existence, a friendship that expresses his will, an inspiration that manifests his wisdom. In a similar way that Scripture is “&lt;i&gt;God’s Word in human words&lt;/i&gt;”, so our existence should become “&lt;i&gt;God’s Will in human actions&lt;/i&gt;”. The greatest burden is not religious obligation, but rather its very absence, that invariably condemns the spiritually bankrupt to the clutches of materialism. Despite prophetic exhortations, ancient Israelites also sought their pleasure on Sabbath. They forsook religious duties by defiantly devising clever ways around the demands of their faith – the clash between worship and egotism had begun. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Ancient rabbis took great pains to enforce religious participation. However, violators went to even greater lengths to achieve their objectives. At first, it wasn’t sufficient to merely prohibit work, because some would say they carried tools for future jobs. Then, it wasn’t enough to prohibit carrying burdens, as cheeky fellows would claim items weren’t heavy, or were portable, or were edible, or that money wasn’t a burden. Excuses became so creative that even rings had to be banned, because people deposited them as cash collateral to be redeemed in the week. Incredibly, there came a time when beggars and tramps were expelled from streets on the Sabbath to avoid giving people pretexts to carry money for alms-giving. It became apparent religious obligation was captive to a shameless ingenuity that aimed to systematically flout people’s duties towards God and community – already the spirit of the law had been distorted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;In the course of time, the height of ridicule was achieved with a record-breaking bagel. People realized that the prohibition to carry burdens only applied to public spaces, not to private ones. Consequently, villagers on nearby streets conceived a cunning plan. Each household contributed a pinch of flower to bake one bagel. That bagel was hung at the main junction with long pieces of string stretching out to define an extended “private home.” There, at last, anyone could carry on with business as usual. This practice turned public streets into private grounds and religious prohibition into a mockery. Since there is no end to human scheming, we are reminded that if we are led by the Spirit, we are not under the constraints of the Law. Therefore, it’s incumbent upon us to actualize a single, supreme commandment: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind … and love your neighbour as yourself!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/6859483511033618943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/6859483511033618943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/04/mtm-35-record-breaking-bagel.html' title='MtM 35 - A record-breaking bagel'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-3365756900772951109</id><published>2012-01-04T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:21:46.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 34 - Protect us from all anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Legend has it that when an Egyptian Pharaoh was on his deathbed, he summoned to his side three wise advisors and inquired, “What will happen when I die?” The most senior and trusted sage then replied hesitantly, “Your Majesty, Lord of all Nations, when you stand before the god of your people, he will ask you two questions. Your answers to these questions will determine what happens for eternity.” Hearing this, the puzzled Pharaoh asked apprehensively, “What will these questions be?” Summoning courage and diplomacy, the sage replied, “Firstly, God will ask you, &lt;i&gt;‘Were you happy in life?’&lt;/i&gt; Since Your Majesty rules a prosperous land, an affirmative reply is expected. The subsequent question will be the crucial one. God will ask, &lt;i&gt;‘As I blessed you with so much happiness, how many people did you make happy?’&lt;/i&gt;” The Pharaoh closed his eyes and an air of palpable despair wrinkled his forehead as he gasped for his last distressed breaths.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Stories like this stand testament to an enduring anxiety about the meaning of life as we struggle to find answers. Yet for king and pauper there is but one way into this world and one way out. We are all like the Pharaoh, when alienation from God leads to ignorance of his precepts and to dependence on intelligence, technology and medicine. The arrow of time ensures that each moment passes and never returns, so the wise do well to ponder the consequences of their actions. It’s true that nobody can avoid worries, fears and sleepless nights, until what is of earth returns to earth and what is from above returns above. Besides, increased anxiety is caused by the many counterfeit gods in this throwaway culture, who might even outnumber the idols of past millennia. They deceive people by confusing man’s limited capacity to transcend himself, with his anxiety to control existence until the end – in a hopeless attempt at self-deification.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Back in 1989, a wise Argentinean, who gave me my first job in town, told me, “It doesn’t matter if you are the Pope or a prisoner, everyone carries through life an invisible bucket of worries. The only difference is what you decide to carry in it – as everyone’s bucket is full!”&amp;nbsp;During Sunday’s communion rite, my attention is frequently caught by the second part of the petition: &lt;i&gt;&quot;In your mercy keep us free from sin and protect us from all anxiety, as we wait in joyful hope for the coming of our Savior.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;In point of fact, though sin is a genuine concern, the lack of serenity in modern life is the greatest inhibitor of human accomplishment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;If we seek to change the heart, to strengthen willpower and to conform to holy habits, firstly we must destroy the fretful windmills against which we tilt our worries. Let us pray for serenity and avoid the delusion that we can achieve happiness on our own, without trusting in God alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;From the book of Judith comes deep wisdom, “Listen to me! What you have said to the people today is not right. You have sworn and pronounced this oath between God and you, promising to surrender the town to our enemies unless the Lord helps us within five days.&amp;nbsp;Who are you to put God to the test today, and to set yourselves up in the place of&amp;nbsp;God in human affairs?&amp;nbsp;You cannot plumb the depths of the human heart or understand the workings of the human mind. How do you expect to search out God, who made all these things, and find out his mind or comprehend his thought? No! Do not anger the Lord our God!&amp;nbsp;For if he does not choose to help us within these five days, he has power to protect us within any time he pleases.&amp;nbsp;Do not try to bind the purposes of the Lord our God – for God is not like a human being, to be threatened, or like a mere mortal, to be won over by pleading. Therefore, while we wait for his deliverance, let us call upon him to help us, and he will hear our voice – if and when it pleases him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/3365756900772951109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/3365756900772951109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/01/mtm-beating-anxiety.html' title='MtM 34 - Protect us from all anxiety'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-7469669441624870667</id><published>2012-01-04T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:34:58.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 33 - Pity the crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;If you could be, have or create anything, what would it be? Now imagine … beyond nature and physics … beyond reality and experience … What would you do? Do you wish for Midas’ touch? Would you seek immortality? Traverse space or time? Create a new universe and call yourself king or queen? Paradoxically, we know what God would do as he did it. He created a beautiful, habitable planet hurtling through dark desolation. Here, the life-giving passion of Love is more adamant, fierce and intense, than its great opposite, Death. Against a backdrop of inhospitable space, he created beauty and laughter, friendship and hope to stimulate reflection beyond the 92 chemical elements that emerged from stardust to constitute matter. The Creator determined that both the atomic particles, shared by all creatures, and the genetic code, established for growth, should reveal something astounding about his design and the fulfillment of his vision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Filled with beauty and possibility, this planet could have been perfect, but God decided it should be otherwise. He could have created excellence, but that doesn’t required evolution. He could have removed chaos and suffering, but he knew better than that. The truth is, nothing good is achieved without effort and striving. Every element in this world needs to overcome the barriers that divide them. Every human being must seek perfection by first establishing strong and vital bonds with others; thus, friendships are struck, families start and history gradually unfolds in a way we could never conceive. If the distress of its opposite didn’t exist, happiness would mean nothing. Without delicate discovery and precious progression, love would mean nothing. And so, no light was as dazzling as the one that swept away primordial darkness. Honestly, would man fully treasure life and its gifts, without being confounded by the permanence of its eventual loss?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Pity the crabs I saw struggling to escape from a bucket, at a seafood restaurant down the road. When one clambered over some to reach the edge, others grabbed it back and pulled it down, so that none reached freedom. Pity the crabs that struggle with each other, despite having four legs to advance and four legs to pull others up. Why is there suffering? Why is there war? Why are entire economies collapsing like dominos? Why do the gifted declining their responsibility towards the suffering? On a certain horizon of understanding, human beings behave like crabs, in a bucket that is twelve thousand kilometers wide and also offers no freedom outside it. Pity the crabs who don’t know any better than stepping over each other in a frenzy that guarantees collective demise. But, shame on those who should know better than scrambling the heights of greed, power and lust, whilst trampling underfoot the fulfillment of a greater vision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;From the book of Sirach: “The Lord created human beings out of earth,&amp;nbsp;and makes them return to it again.&amp;nbsp;He gave them a fixed number of days,&amp;nbsp;but granted them authority over everything on the earth.&amp;nbsp;He endowed them with strength like his own,&amp;nbsp;and made them in his own image.&amp;nbsp;Discretion and tongue and eyes,&amp;nbsp;ears and a mind for thinking he gave them.&amp;nbsp;He filled them with knowledge and understanding,&amp;nbsp;and showed them good and evil.&amp;nbsp;He put the fear of him into&amp;nbsp;their hearts&amp;nbsp;to show them the majesty of his works.&amp;nbsp;And they will praise his holy name,&amp;nbsp;to proclaim the grandeur of his works.&amp;nbsp;He bestowed knowledge upon them, and allotted to them the law of life.&amp;nbsp;He established with them an eternal covenant,&amp;nbsp;and revealed to them his decrees.&amp;nbsp;Their eyes saw his glorious majesty,&amp;nbsp;and their ears heard the glory of his voice.&amp;nbsp;He said to them, &lt;i&gt;‘Beware of all evil.’&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And he gave commandment to each of them concerning neighbours.&amp;nbsp;Their ways are always known to him; they will not be hidden from his eyes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/7469669441624870667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/7469669441624870667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/01/mtm-33-pity-crabs.html' title='MtM 33 - Pity the crabs'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-1820316396536071023</id><published>2012-01-04T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:33:45.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 32 - An understanding heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;One Sunday I almost lost my students’ attention teaching them that wisdom enhances our ability to make decisions, directs us towards lasting success and equips us to overcome failure, while helping us grow in community. Fair enough! Children don’t want to hear how wisdom articulates the principles of living. These ideas are too abstract for them. They don’t appreciate that wisdom cultivates sound reasoning by encouraging discipline, that it helps people live in harmony and be closer to God. Kids understand that being wise is better than being foolish, but for them wisdom is best learnt from adult behaviour: copying role models, rather than being lectured. We should remember that our children are always &lt;i&gt;‘listening’ &lt;/i&gt;to our behaviour and &lt;i&gt;‘watching’&lt;/i&gt; our choices – whether we put into practice what we preach or not. Teaching wisdom requires that parents exercise their will in adherence to Truth and that we do it with conviction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Children happily remember how God appeared to King Solomon in a dream and offered to make one wish come true. Instead of asking for all the gold in the world (which incidentally would fill three Olympic-size swimming pools), Solomon, who was only in his twenties, wisely proclaimed:&amp;nbsp;“&lt;i&gt;Give your servant an understanding heart to judge your people and to know good and evil&lt;/i&gt;.” God said to him, “&lt;i&gt;Since you have asked for this and not for long life or wealth for yourself, nor have asked for the death of your enemies, but for discernment in administering justice, I will do what you have asked!”&lt;/i&gt; While his shortcomings remain legendary, there is no denying the third king of Israel transformed a small tribal nation into an economic superpower. His enduring legacy was the establishment of a climate that allowed wisdom schools to take root and flourish, weaving the richness of his Hebrew heritage with the international traditions he embraced. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;For students and managers, for employees and bosses, Solomon’s bequest remains most relevant today, as everyone struggles with judgment to improve life and attain happiness. Yes, wisdom is a prerequisite in everything, as she alone helps us make the right decisions in a fog of hesitation. We would do well to pray like Solomon for wisdom above other blessings, for she can guide through right relationships with others, towards interior peace and a joyful unity with the Almighty. However, wisdom remains a grace never fully attained, for desiring it requires ever more openness to God, while being humbly conscious of his greatness and goodness. To seek wisdom is to appreciate the entire human experience, trusting divine Sovereignty over everything, including our difficult existence. Finally, wisdom allows divine intuition to shape our thoughts, by transforming our mind and attuning it to the cosmic intelligence that sustains the universe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;From the book of Wisdom: “Wisdom I loved and searched for from my youth. I resolved to have her as my bride, I fell in love with her beauty.&amp;nbsp;She enhances her noble birth by sharing God&#39;s life, for the Master of All has always loved her.&amp;nbsp;Indeed, she shares the secrets of God&#39;s knowledge, and she chooses what he will do.&amp;nbsp;If in this life wealth is a desirable possession, what is more wealthy than Wisdom whose work is everywhere?&amp;nbsp;Or if it be the intellect that is at work, who, more than she, designs whatever exists?&amp;nbsp;Or if it be uprightness you love, virtues are the fruit of her labours, since it is she who teaches temperance and prudence, justice and fortitude. Nothing in life is more useful for human beings.&amp;nbsp;Or if you are eager for wide experience, she knows the past, she forecasts the future. She knows how to turn maxims and solve riddles. She has foreknowledge of signs and wonders, and of the unfolding of the ages and the times.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/1820316396536071023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/1820316396536071023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/01/mtm-32-understanding-heart.html' title='MtM 32 - An understanding heart'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-2736899487372689313</id><published>2012-01-04T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:30:37.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 31 - Faith matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My charity work connects me to the trials and suffering of people who have genuine reasons to believe that God is a delusion and he couldn’t possibly care for humanity in the way religion promises. And if God did, then he’s ineffectual, perhaps even defeated. Among the marginalized people of the world, I believe that refugees suffer the harshest lot, for they are the wounded survivors of the worst hatred among men. The Latin aphorism, &lt;i&gt;“homo homini lupus”&lt;/i&gt; (Man prays on man like a wolf) cautions against those who attack the powerless; those who wreak havoc in the dark night of helpless despair; those who cut short innocent lives with callous abandon; those who leave nothing behind of homes and villages, but blackened ruins. There is a darker side to human nature that laws, treaties, conventions and prayers, have failed to control even today, in the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century. The godless ruthlessly ensure that &lt;i&gt;“might is right”&lt;/i&gt; across much of the globe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Each of us contemplates divine justice within the framework provided by the experiences that make us who we are. We might appreciate the advantage of &lt;i&gt;“turning the other cheek”&lt;/i&gt; in a civilized society where police respond in minutes to emergency calls, as recently happened to me after 22 years in Hong Kong. But how do we relate this belief to the conditions that prevail across three-quarters of the world, where violence strikes ferociously and most victims fall silently and unwitnessed? My friend Joseph was shot twice in his right leg. However, both bullets narrowly missed his tibia, which allowed him to escape and dodge death. I wouldn’t go as far as calling it a miracle, but, crucially, events like this either reinforce or weaken our trust in God. It is said that &lt;i&gt;“a faith untested is no faith at all”,&lt;/i&gt; which raises the question: why are some people repeatedly cast into life and death trials, while others comfortably breeze through life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;How sad to reduce faith to mindless routines, to tedious rubrics of liturgy, to rituals seemingly of a bygone era embraced through customs and religious nostalgia. Look how often baptism is received as a pure formality. It becomes a perfunctory event to satisfy conventions, rather than entrust children to the Living God, who guarantees to strengthen them for every future trial. What can we aspire to without the uplifting power of faith? How can we grapple with the enigma of life and the mystery of suffering and death without faith? What vanquishes fear and anxiety?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When religion is sidelined in the pursuit of egotism, what follows is a progressive weakening of the spiritual strength that is foundational to human resilience. We are free to treat God as an unreasonable fantasy and superstition, but it subtracts enormously from our potential – for faith alone elevates the mind above petty concerns, enlightens reason and enhances human dignity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/2736899487372689313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/2736899487372689313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/01/mtm-31-faith-matters.html' title='MtM 31 - Faith matters'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-1997912910439723908</id><published>2012-01-04T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:28:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 30 - From love to unity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;“God is Love!” call bracelets, stickers, tshirts and even a sign down on Queen’s road. I’ve seen these words, often accompanied by John 3:16, on the façade of churches, at the entrance to shelters, on bright billboards along darkened roads. These three simple words are translated into every known language, yet the depth of their meaning take a lifetime to grasp and might only be explained across the Great Divide. Human love can never describe its divine origin, for our feelings are never far from the contamination of egotism and insularity, prejudice and vanity that pollute the purest expression of our most noble intentions. Dorothy Day expressed it succinctly saying, &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I really &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; love God as much as I love the person I love the &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;” When we harbour even the tiniest anger, intolerance or bigotry, we subtract something essential from the scriptural command always to love and … “&lt;i&gt;be holy because I, the LORD your God, am holy!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;No matter where God puts us, there are only two ways through life: the Way of Nature and the Way of Love. Everyone chooses daily which one to follow. Love never tries to please itself, love accepts being offended, disliked and unappreciated. Love accepts pain and insults, hatred and ungratefulness. Love seeks harmony and unity at the cost of personal sacrifice. Love forgets itself for the greater good in a vision of what really matters when even Time has melted away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To the contrary, nature wants to please itself and get others to please it, too. Nature aims to enrich itself, while cunningly despoiling others. Worst yet, nature wants to lord it over others, enslaving, controlling, exploiting for its cold-hearted ends. Nature wants to have its way and confronts any opposition, as is equally demonstrated by spoiled children and raging dictators.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Where nature wounds and divides, love erects bridges of unity across frailty and weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When God is love, then his love is expressed through people. It manifests itself in tangible ways: in reconciliation, forgiveness, outreach to the needy, mutual support, solidarity with incurable suffering and genuine concern for justice and peace. Through love, what seems confusing turns into new horizons, what seems unfair turns into new opportunities, what seems discouraging turns into new insights. Whereas nature envelops with worries and anxieties that make us feel small, love instead unlocks our best, so we may have life and have it to the fullest. Let’s allow love to change our heart. Let’s start genuinely with family and friends, promoting unity, kindness and generosity; mindful that God is working through us in pursuance of his divine purpose. Let’s not forget that our words and deeds have much to say in how love moves towards fulfilling God’s Unity, that is centered on enhancing and uplifting the lives of all people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;With Dorothy Day let’s reflect, “The greatest challenge of the day is: how to bring about a revolution of the heart. What we would like to do is change the world and make it a little simpler for people to feed, clothe, and shelter themselves as God intended them to do. And, by fighting for better conditions, by crying out unceasingly for the rights of the workers, of the poor, of the destitute, we can, to a certain extent, change the world. We can work for the oasis, the little cell of joy and peace in a harried world. We can throw our pebble in the pond and be confident that its ever widening circle will reach around the world. We realize there is nothing we can do but love, and, dear God, please enlarge our hearts to love each other, to love our neighbor, to love our enemy as our friend. With such a love one would see all things new; one would begin to see people as they really are – as God sees them.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/1997912910439723908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/1997912910439723908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/01/mtm-30-from-love-to-unity.html' title='MtM 30 - From love to unity'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-5233647605719886785</id><published>2012-01-04T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:27:04.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 29 - A glimpse of the big picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We start to give meaning to life when we compare it to our surroundings and I don’t mean how our neighbours are faring, but to the great framework of the cosmos. A perspective that doesn’t rise to the Heavens isn’t much of a view, for man is painfully aware of the fragility and briefness of his earthly existence. There is wisdom in the Biblical notion that man’s lifespan was reduced from a thousand years to its current brevity, as mankind was quite capable of embarrassing itself with greater follies than the one demonstrated at Babel. Recent scientific discoveries have&amp;nbsp; stretched knowledge to a level where reason grapples with incomprehension. There are atomic particles that travel faster than the speed of light, meaning time travel is theoretically possible. It’s proven the expansion of the universe is accelerating, which doesn’t doom the Big Bang to become the Big Freeze, but rather reveals a Creator dynamically weaving his cosmic threads. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Life is astounding juxtaposed with its universal frame of reference. We cannot respond with anything but breathless amazement at our hesitant measurements of the clockwork of heaven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The paradox of knowledge is not that the poetry of Genesis One is inadequate, but that mankind will never grasp the immensity of this celestial environment. In the year 150 Ptolemy perceived Earth at the centre of the cosmos with the Sun just ten thousand earth-widths away. Then in 1540 Copernicus shifted Earth heliocentrically in a universe confined by the Solar System. More recently, even Einstein believed the Milky Way galaxy contains the entire creation, though today every schoolboy knows there are hundreds of billion of galaxies awash with stars and planets. Though science continually deploys the most powerful tools available, mankind is incapable of keeping up with Natural Revelation that enriches our mind with widening ripples of knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the universe?” Job was asked in a moment of truth relived by every generation that is confounded by the vast mysteries of the cosmos. There can only be utter humility at the enormity of our ignorance, that is further exposed by our cluelessness about Dark Matter that constitutes an overwhelming 95% of creation. Clearly, God is too transcendent to be captured by telescopes, so we are more likely to catch a glimpse of his splendor by observing his handiwork from our present vantage point. From here the Creator challenges us to rise from the mundane humdrum of convention to the sublime, from the meaningless preoccupations of modern life to the divine. He invites reflection on his power so we might experience the universe for what it is: a living testament to his glory and a joyful celebration of his most precious creation – man, made in his image for a dialogue of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/5233647605719886785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/5233647605719886785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/01/mtm-29-glimpse-of-big-picture.html' title='MtM 29 - A glimpse of the big picture'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592200630271551519.post-1118941020081351729</id><published>2012-01-04T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:24:50.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MtM 28 - It all goes back into the box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The story is told about a grandmother who played the game of Monopoly with her grandsons. From a young age she taught them how to play, but she never let them win. She understood that the name of the game is to acquire and she was a master at accumulating assets. For years she defeated the boys and annoyed them by saying, “One day you will learn to play this game!” Over time the brothers understood the only way to win was a total commitment to acquisition. They understood that money and possessions were the only way to keep score. One summer the day came for grandmother to teach the lesson she had saved for a decade. The boys made progress, they gained winning assets and experienced a mounting desire to beat grandmother and each other, at any cost. When one boy finally won, grandmother sprung her trap. She cleared the pieces off the board with a sweeping hand and said, “It all goes back into the box!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Then she added, “And now what? You have won what you wanted, but now it all goes back into the box. That’s life! You spend a lifetime striving to acquire what you desire and then suddenly it’s all take away when you die. All those homes and cars. All those investments and wonderful money, it all goes back into the box. None of it was really yours. You got excited you owned it for a while, but it was here before you and it will be here long after you are gone. Just like gold and diamonds have existed for billions of years and nobody really owns them. Players come and players go, but they never take anything with them. Not even their body. Everything you clutch and grasp you are going to lose. Everything you own and hoard will soon go back into the box no matter who signed the contract. When the thrill wears off, and it always does, then what? When life slips to a closure it is too late to ask yourself the question: What really matters?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Life leads to nothing beyond the spirit. Materialism, individualism, egotism and vanity deceive with empty promises that can only be cured with spirituality, selflessness, altruism and charity. By choosing philanthropy over greed we make the difference. By choosing giving, over hording we stop playing Monopoly and start playing the “Circle of Love”. In this movement from egocentric acquisition to brotherly love we discover a new vitality in every part of our existence, a true change of heart from a cynical one to a joyful one. This is what keeps Faith, Hope and Love alive in a world viciously feeding upon itself. This is what assures us that charity is stronger than greed and love is stronger than avarice. The insight will follow that we belong together, as One Body knitted together by One Spirit. As a true Eucharistic community we discover the whole is greater than ourselves and we will go out to help, teach, inspire and offer hope to the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/1118941020081351729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/592200630271551519/posts/default/1118941020081351729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmo-amdg.blogspot.com/2012/01/mtm-28-it-all-goes-back-into-box.html' title='MtM 28 - It all goes back into the box'/><author><name>Cosmo Beatson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11861833580642353534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53lXsyMMf_UJDzlTpHBHI6Mvue9io_D0qkiT_JsGPGre8vQFX0E-DDtzrznRHlyk9JDBl6_KJZh8TSpASRUL2CbD3nxDSsk8EdjRy0h55IheSwcOhgUi8EuH-mhOJx9Q/s220/cosmo_beatson.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>