Tuesday, March 13, 2007

in the streets they reached out for Him...


About 5 months ago I walked onto a Qantas plane to Manila, only to arrive there a day before typhoon "Mileyno" hit the city. Never did it cross my mind that God intended me to spend the first three days of my GK GAT experience in my friend's apartment, where she faithfully kept me amused singing "Jesus You're My Superhero" while I frantically text-messaged the rest of the CYS mission team, who were stuck in Kuala Lumpur, waiting for a connecting flight. I guess he really wanted to make sure we were grateful for this Great Adventure Tour. :)

The CYS GAT was undoubtedly one of the highlights of the year for all of us. We'd learned how to work with each other, serve together, and support each other during the year of youth ministry - but never had we fully understood what it meant to be heroes to each other until we'd built homes together in the GK Sites.

I'll forever remember the our first visit to a GK site - GK Laura. The entire community welcomed us with open arms and we experience true and genuine hospitality in abundance. Our necks were adorned with floral necklaces made by the mothers, we watched folk dances by the children, and were seranaded in Tag-lish by the fathers.

At GK Brookside we saw the finished product of years of hard work from past Australian volunteers who had come and served before us. We spent a few hours with the students at the school, where I quickly learned that while God had given me many gifts, Maths was NOT one of them.

In the midst of our GK visits the team got to experience YFC in the Philippines, by attending one of the sector conferences. Not only did we witness the talent and the faith of Manila's youth, we witnessed their excitement about coming to Sydney for World Youth Day in 2008!

It was on that day that God revealed to me how blessed the youth of the Philippines are. The faith and the conviction of the youth who attended that conference was something I wanted to pocket and bring home to the youth of Sydney. Their love for God and their hope of restoring the dignity of their nation was a passion I wanted every young person to experience and treasure in their own hearts.

GAT has a way of bringing out that faith and hope - the hero - in us. When we'd arrived at our GK build site in Northern Luzon, I knew that despite the comfortable welcome (the Mayor had kindly organised a police escort and entourage of tricycle drivers to accompany us from site to site), God was ready to challenge us.

Unlike the sites we'd previously, GK Concepcion was in its early stages, with only a few families with homes. We spent three life-changing days meeting and getting to know the villagers, hearing how their lives had changed through GK, and feeling our hearts being transformed because of their openness and generosity towards us.

We woke up on day two of the build to the sound of the children running around outside and the birds crowing to the sun. Before 10am we'd worked up a few litres of sweat, transporting bags of dirt, and mixing cement to make the foundations of two new duplexes. I remember my heart leaping when the children ran up to us, asking if they could help. Months down the track, it still moves me to remember their excitement to serve and and the proud smiles of their parents who also played a vital part in the build.

Perhaps the most moving thing was seeing how the members of the team (only two of which could speak/understand Tagalog) broke out of their comfort zones. No other ministry experience allowed us to use so much muscle, adrenalin, sacrifice and effort. It's not everyday that you get to shovel dirt, mix cement, and paint walls with brilliant colours - all while hearing the contagious laughs of beautiful children. And all of this was done with open hearts and a joyful spirit. Despite the language barriers, there was a genuine communication of something unique and moving.

At the end of the build the Mayor invited us for lunch and asked us to share with her our experience. I still remember one team member saying they had experienced more love in that one GK village than she ever had in all of Australia.

When I reflect on her sharing, I remember how I felt when we'd returned from the trip and how proud I felt to be a Christian and working for the Church. At first I was sad for the youth of Australia whose eyes and hearts had never witnessed the conviction and hope that can be found in those working for GK. I was under the impression that because Australian kids never really thought about poverty, they didn't know much about sacrifice.

Then my mind flicks back to before I walked onto that Qantas plane - back to when we were asking parishes around Sydney for donations to fund the mission trip. I remember an 8 year old boy approaching us at the end of one Mass. Tipping out the coins of his wallet he handed Bec and I about 80 cents. Sheepishly he said, "It isn't much but it's all I've got - and you can have it."

Because of such experiences I can honestly say that GK has brought out the hero in more people than its founders had over planned. Volunteers, beneficiaries, doners, partners, Christian and non-Christian alike have all experienced what it is to give as Jesus did - completely and unashamedly - for love of God and man.

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The Catholic Youth Services mission team is part of the official agency for youth in the Archdiocese of Sydney. Six of us volunteered to be part of the team in 2006, ministering to the youth of Sydney by running school retreats, parish youth groups and serving at Archdiocesan events. During the GK GAT, the CYS team (consisting of Joe Chai, Sarah Collins, Rian Galliott, Rebecca Forrest, and Bec McNamara) were accompanied by myself, Lyndon Cox (Director of CYS), Michael Kelleher (from the Catholic Education Office), Jeremy Ambrose and Eddie Phillips.

For more information contact cyshouse@bigpond.com.

sooo not worth it

My whole body is killing me.

It started with my teeth. I don't know if it's stress (although there really isn't much to stress about anymore) or if it's exhaustion or what, but I wake up in the middle of the night and find myself grinding my teeth together. What's with that? The result is a massive headache.

And that's stage two: my head. I told Matty it was like having an enormous anvil (is that how you spell it?) thrown at the back of my skull. It throbs and aches and I feel like my entire face is being blown up like an oversized balloon.

Stage three is my stomach. I don't know why it always feels so terrible but it's like no matter where I am in my menstrual cycle, there's no real "good" bit. It's either I've got my period or I'm ovulating - either way, I'm cramping. How rorded is that?

And then finally there's my feet. My large, bruised and aching feet. I tried breaking in new shoes today. Heels from Nine West which I got for Christmas. Rainy days are not good break-in-shoes days. I almost stacked it: THREE TIMES. I know my legs looked pretty damned sexy in those heels, but mate, I lost a lot of dignity when I almost stacked it.. so NO - I don't think it was worth it.

Oh God... please let me chuck a sicky tomorrow!

Monday, March 12, 2007

beer, sweat and water...



Mondays.
Enough said.

There were way too many factors from last week's events that contributed to my not wanting to get up this morning... Exhaustion, confusion, headaches, bruises on my feet, ears still kind of ringing... and... not having any good work clothes ironed and ready to put on. :)

But, despite feeling incredibly ill and unfit to sit in front of the computer and design websites today, I'd have to say it was all worth it. The last few days have rocked and I can thank the Lord for all of it:

WYDSAC Leadership Training Program : 7 March
WYDSAC leadership training program started. Over 180 young people around Sydney enrolled for training. Wooohooo! If that doesn't prove to people that God is very much active and alive in the lives of our young people, then I don't know what will. It was such a moving and beautiful to see them all packed up in that hall, learning more and more about God, their faith, and how to be great Christians. :)

Fall Out Boy Concert Hordern Paviliion : 8 March

Brothers and sisters put this record down - take my advice coz we are BAD NEWS!!!"



The moment the Kanye West remix of "This Ain't A Scene" started, the mosh pit was surging forward and people had passed out - literally. By the beginning of the second song, I'd managed to lose a shoe and I was wondering if I'd exit the mosh pit alive and with my shirt in tact. By the time Eddoes had lifted me up and I'd been crowd surfed to the security guard, I was in a complete state of euphoria (partly from lack of oxygen, and partly because I got so close to Pete Wentz, who I managed to steal a good perve on before getting ushered to the side of the stage by security). Eventually I managed to find an ok vantage point, wondering if I was going to end up watching the rest of the concert all on my lonesome, while the rest of the guys enjoyed the view from the mosh pit. By song three, Edwin had pushed his way out of the crowd and we collapsed on some seats, away from the sweat, but close enough to take good pics and capture some memorable video footage.

And while I enjoyed being able to breathe AND sing along AND watch the band, I promised him next time I'll brave the mosh pit for the entire duration of the concert and actually adorn my feet (now sporting the latest punk rocker bruises - dead sexy I assure you) with suitable footwear.

This evening (the high light, and main cause of exhaustion of last week) is, of course, the reason for today's BLOG title. Hmm... travelling home in a camry with 4 boys who smelled like... well... beer, sweat, and ... water. :)

Lunch as it was girlified : Saturday afternoon

I knew I should've taken out my camera that day - we always forget to send each other the pics we promise to send! But a big thanks to Riann, who found me two apartments in Parra to have a sneak peak at, to Jonna who drove us around the joint after a stressful rearrangement for plans, to Gerry for the hilarious conversation on the ride home, for Colloes who made the time to come out before work, and Rica and your stories about someone pooing in the cubby house... For all the girly conversations about boys, for the couple-perving at Max Brenz, for the talk about single-hood, wedding plans, being in relationships and all the stupid insecurities and other such things that girls share... thank you thank you thank you for coming.
We WILL do that again - I PROMISE. Next time it'll be at Bondi if weather permits.

The Pick of Destiny : Saturday night

Well.. we dogged dinner @ Vincent's on Saturday, and I was terrible and dogged the engagement party too. I figured I hadn't RSVPd, and if I wasn't feeling so ill I would've gone and done the WYD thing I was meant to do... but instead I enjoyed eating fresh pandesal (kindly brought home & prepared by Edwin's parents), and we clambered on the couches and watched a movie instead. This, I believe, is what weekends were made for. R&R with the people you love..

La Sangria : Balmain : Sunday

Happy Birthday eldest sis! Aahahaha... 31. It sounds ancient, but it's not because so many of my friends are that age... Cheers to her and the family for a nice day out at a Spanish restaurant (yum!). *sigh* reminds me of how much I crave to visit Europe once again... I realised that night our family just keeps growing up...and seems to be extending somewhat.

Monday morning
And now I sit here, with most of my morning gone (it's taken a good hour to write up this blog because I'm doing it in between phone calls and emails and trying to design stuff at the same time... buhahaha.. multi-taskin at its best.) :) I wasted $3.70 on a mocha caramelatte which is making me go to the toilet far more than usual. :S

On a positive note, I've managed to spend two hours with my earphones plugged in my ears and hardly any major disturbances, despite being hectic. Office is quiet today. PRAISE GOD.

I think it's almost time for lunch...

Monday, March 05, 2007

this aint a scene...

Who would've thought listening to fall out boy would kill so much time. I shoulda been well into la-la land and dreaming, but no.. instead i thought i'd visit their myspace site and reacquaint myself with their greatness; since i'll be sweating with the die-hard fans this Thursday at the Hordern.

And I'm looking forward to it too! Haven't lost myself in the music scene for a while.. let's just hope I'm prepared for the pushing and shoving and the adornment of fine lookin bruises on my (very black) arms.
Mind you new bruises from a mosh pit are more exciting to tell stories about. I already scored two bruises on my forearm after my (poor) attempt at catching the frisbee at the beach on Saturday. Much to Jag's humour, playing frisbee is not my forte. I stacked it twice and never managed to get it to the "other side." Instead, Eddoes, Jerome, Jug and I would just watch it fly right back at me... or into the water, about half way to its intended destination.

Hmm.. so I guess I'll just stick to swimming laps ay?

And so it continues. 12:02am, and still unable to sleep at the right time. Here I am thinking I'll actually have the energy to get up at 6am and start driving at 7am. Pffft!

Days go by so quickly when you're working full-time. Two months over and I have no idea how I got here. Not that I've gotten very far...

On a much more positive note, I finally went to the beach (again). This Summer's been pretty pathetic on the beach-weather front, so I thought I'd milk all the sun I could and take a drive to Dee Why last Saturday. Birthdays are an awesome excuse to round up random friends... except these random friends were all male (what's new?) - God love'em for the laughs and the company.


My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with.
living like life's going out of style.
And you came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know where we come from
and where we call home.