The weekend was filled with food. We were at auntie ruby’s on Sat and
we had grandma’s birthday dinner at Tung Lok Restaurant (the very first
one). I love eating with James’ family…

Check out the lobster sashimi we had….

got a pair of bubble earings today at Anthropology Homeware today. made by local designers – fleacircus.
Cool stuff. simple yet elegant layout n font. great packaging and
branding. like the concept very much. great prices too. the earrings
about are only 10 bucks and it comes in nice gold paper packaging. i’ve
been quite into local designers lately and gold is my current fav
colour.

If you asked twenty good men today what they
thought the highest of the virtues, nineteen of them would reply,
Unselfishness. But if you asked almost any of the great CHristians of
old he would have replied, Love.

You see what has happened? A
negative term has been substituted for a positive, and this is of more
than a philogical importance. The negative ideal of Unselfishness
carries with it the suggestion not primarily of securing good things
for others, but of going withthem them ourselves, as if our abstinence
and not their happiness was the important point. I do not think this is
the Christian virtue of Love. The New Testament has lots to say about
self-denial, but not about self-denial as an end in itself. We are told
to deny ourselves and to take up our crosses in order that we may
follow Christ; and nearly every description of what we shall ultimately
find if we do so contains an appeal to desire.

If there lurks in
most modern minds the notion tha to desire our own good and earnertly
to hope for the enjoyment of it is a bad thing, i submit that this
notion has crept in from Kant and the Stoics and is NO PART OF THE
CHRISTIAN FAITH.

Indeed, if we consider the unblushing
promises of rewards and the staggering nature of the rewards promised
in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too
strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with
drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is
offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies
in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a
holiday at the sea.

We are far too easily pleased.

AL: I like this piece very much.