In the beginning

In the beginning, God created the earth. Not by waving a magic wand. Not by stirring the cauldron and spitting spells into the air. Not even by the act of molding nothingness with His bare hands and then carefully hanging our planet in space. Or flinging it into space with one hand, [if you prefer viewing Him as an 'artsy-fartsy' (ching-term) dramatic, melancholic Universal Rembrandt von Einstein kind-of-Creator]. Instead, He created by speaking the worlds into being. It was not a coincidence that words were involved in the original creation. It is in fact a concept that is ancient old, one which a modern man sitting at a desk starring into the screen would probably have a hard time conceiving. Evangelical seminaries term this as the covenantal act, much like the ones reproduced in many ancient civilizations when a king vows an oath to be the benevolent protector to his people. I will attempt to explain what I have learnt in my Covenant classes in the coming blogs. This concept have really gripped my heart this particular semester and I am truly awestruck by it all.

In sum, words have power, you see. And this power increases the greater and more important the speaker is. The reverse is also true. The greater the feat a speaker's words accomplish, the greater the speaker must be. And this is our God - He speaks and creation replies by spinning it into existence. But we must not forget that He, being God, could have chosen to write the world into being, or chisel out the planets and trees. He could have chosen trees to walk and talk in place of man. He could have done a million things other than the one He chose to do. He is after all, G-O-D! Instead, He chose to speak His heart to man and swear Himself to us, that He is now and forever, bound to us, and we, in return, are bound to Him.

And so it is fitting that my first post of my blog to myself and alter ego a.k.a. my closest friend, Ms. Vino (strange but true!) , is sung in honour of God's first creative act known to mankind. Spicy Chicken Strips should be just that, little strips of spicy meat crisps . Nothing profound. Only a collection of thoughts and letters to God and closest friend. Some thoughts are my amateurish attempts at writing. Some are just plain confusions of life and my hashing-outs. Bother! I simply just wanna map out what's in my head into tangible words so that they rearrange in an orderly fashion. Hopefully, they'll help me get on with life after that.

So I dedicate this blog first to You, Lordie, the One who invented The Word, the stream of consciousness and thoughts in words and mental images.. and then to my family, Ma or Mommey, Pei and Ming. Hopefully one day, Pa, you'll be reading this too.

Till then, a toast to Spicy Chicken Strips:- Long life to the man who eats us with a happy heart!