Archive for August, 2007

d2y2: from the art, to the heart

date: july 17, 2007; tuesday
published in: d2y2 magazine / d2y2 online
url: from the art, to the heart

From The Art, To The Heart
by Cheryl Mohan

Mother’s Day and Father’s Day ended not too long ago. I remembered back when I was at Sunday school, my teacher would teach each of us to make something during handicraft session and ask us to write a special note to our parents so that we can present it to them as a gift for that special day. The handicrafts became harder to make as we grew older. From just colouring a picture of a flower, decorating it with gold dust and pasting it on a straw, I remembered that there was one year I had to literally plant a flower in a pot. Of course, the poor flower did not survive long and I came home with gold dust all over me. And I doubt that pleased my mom much.

Sunday school season ended for me. I became too old for it. And so the handicrafts stopped. No more flowers for mummy on Mother’s Day. No more self-made picture frames for daddy on Father’s Day. No more bright red hearts and stickman pictures that supposedly represent my parents. Mind you, I was never an artist so stickmen were my best attempts. Instead of making gifts, I resorted to buying them instead. Fewer headaches, looks nicer and plus, it’s the thought that counts, right? After all, I did get my parents gifts to show that I appreciate them and that I knew when exactly was Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.

Okay, my point is this: my gifts didn’t show that I loved my parents more or any less. In fact, I only gave them gifts because I felt that it was a ‘proper’ thing to do to make the day a little more special. And on a side note, I have nothing against giving gifts.

But frankly, how many of us have a close relationship with our parents? By close relationship I mean to say that we share From the Art, To the Heartwith them about the happenings of our life. Maybe we were close to them when we were younger, but what about now when we are older? I’ve heard and know friends who remark that they barely have a relationship with their parents because of various reasons. And instead of waiting of our parents to spend time with us or even show their love to us, why don’t we as children take the first, and second, and third and the tenth initiative to do so.

Show you love and care for them all year round. Not just through giving gifts but through your actions. Love your parents by honouring them (Deut 5:16). And by honouring them it means that we respect them through our way of conduct and behaviour (Prov 28:7), we speak well of them (Prov 30:11-17), we listen (Prov 1:7-9) and obey them (Eph 6:1-2), and we take care of them (Prov 19:26, 10:5) and do not give them unnecessary cause to worry.

“Romance fails us and so do friendships, but the relationship of parent and child, less noisy than all others, remains indelible and indestructible, the strongest relationship on earth.”—Theodor Reik

About the author: Cheryl loves the sight of lightning flashing through her window and the sound of thunder. Uniquely also, she has preference for melted chocolate.

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d2y2: walk on

date: december 18, 2006; monday
published in: d2y2 magazine / d2y2 online
url: walk his trail

walk his trail
by Cheryl Mohan

‘If I were in their shoes, would I be able to say yes, full heartedly to such a calling? Would I be able to have such solid-rock faith in God and boldly press on even though I know the odds are against me and Death is possibly my final pit stop?’

These were some of the questions that were left hanging in the back of my mind as I stepped out of the hall together with my friends.

Directed and produced by Colin Kirton, Walk His Trail gives us a glimpse of what true courage and purpose can do. Based on the best-selling now-classic books “Through Gates of Splendour” and “Shadow of the Almighty” written by Elliot’s widow Elisabeth Elliot, Walk His Trail not only reveals to us the trials and hardships that the five young and determined missionaries, Jim Elliot, Pete Fleming, Ed McCully, Nate Saint and Roger Youderian—together with their wives—had to face when they tried to reach the Waodani (“Auca”) Indians living in the jungles of Ecuador with the gospel in 1956 but it also shows us the reality that missionary work is not just another feel-good work but it requires commitment and readiness to follow whole-heartedly after the will of God and to trust in Him, even till death.

Walk His Trail

The props were simple, nothing fancy. The video clips aired throughout the show were there as evidence, reminding us that this is no Hollywood-drama story made to tease and stir your emotions. The Footstool Players brilliantly accentuated every little detail of the production—my heart gripped with sorrow during the scene when the missionaries had to walk away from their wives and when they were repeatedly stabbed with spears, both scenes enacted in slow motion. Walk His TrailBut even all that could not do full justice to the exact feelings of these missionaries and their families during those difficult times. Although those young men were murdered within days of their first attempt to connect to the Waodani tribe, nevertheless their labour was not in vain as over time, Elisabeth Elliot and Rachel Saint (Nate’s sister) succeeded in bringing the gospel to them. Today, not only is the tribe transformed but the missionaries now considers the Waodanies who murdered their loved ones as their own family.

I walked out of the hall thanking God in my heart for the selfless and courageous act of these fine young men, for their story, without doubt, is a testament of God’s faithful hand working through each and every situation, even in the midst of tragedy. Their lives, left in the will of God, now shares the truth that there is power in the gospel to love, forgive, change lives and set people free. Walk His Trail

About the author: Cheryl loves the sight of lightning flashing through her window and the sound of thunder. She prefers eating her chocolate when it is melted.

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think: no limits

here’s the one and only feature story i did for THINK when i interned with them for three months, from mid nov 05-mid feb 06.

as this was my very first field work experience and i was all alone, it was quite exciting yet scary as well. thank God i found much favour. Nala from KLPAC was really helpful and i got the opportunity to learn about reporting from ex-newscaster Ras Adiba who was present at the workshop.

it took me quite awhile to write out the article tho.

but at the end of it all, it really wasn’t that bad… i think

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date: january 2006
published in: think online
url: no limits

No Limits

A cool draught blows across the packed hall. Rows of foldable chairs and black curtains hang from the ceiling at the Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre.

Within seconds, the room is pitch-black. A musical strain intensifies, and a faint ray of light emerges at the left corner, lending an eerie air to Pentas 2. Slowly, a balding, disfigured image in a skin-coloured leotard snails its way beneath the hem of the curtains. She is crawling, gliding, rolling back and forth; struggling to make her way to the centre of the hard surface.

This was the opening scene—‘The Fetus in the Darkness’—of the performance entitled My Mother, by Taihen, the first performing arts group in the world made up purely of physically handicapped people.

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Manri Kim“I prefer to use the word ‘metamorphosis’ to define Taihen,” explains the troupe’s Korean-Japanese artistic director and chief headliner Manri Kim.

The word taihen is in fact a deformation of the Japanese word hentai, which means queer. But for the 53-year-old Kim, it appears that physically able people sometimes need a bit of mental readjustment. “Society needs to break free from their fixed mindset that if a person is severely disabled, it means that person cannot do anything and needs support in everything.”

From a young age, Kim often mimicked the performance of mother Honju Kim, a Korean traditional dance artiste who actively performed during World War II in Japan. She was the anointed successor—until she contracted polio at the age of three, leaving her severely disabled. She was then sent to a home for disabled children at seven, and stayed there for the next 10 years.

It was here that Kim honed a fierce resolve to be more than just a social white elephant. “My mother and teachers had the mindset that it would be hard for a person with a severe disability to blend in with the public. I was determined to prove them wrong.”

Together with her similarly disabled friends, Kim decided to learn to live as an independent, contributing member of society. She went from college to college with her comrades, handing out flyers and seeking volunteers who would be willing to support and help the group.

“The movement was based on the idea that you didn’t have to be specially trained to take care of a disabled person,” she says. “Anyone and everyone can and should be a helper or supporter of the disabled.”

It was a cry of freedom. A statement of strength. It carried the message that despite your limitations, you can help yourself and others around you. And Kim was not alone.

BIGGER THAN THEIR BODIES
At 18, Peter Tan was diving at a swimming pool when he broke his neck. The accident left him with an injury to the spinal cord, and Tan was left paralysed from the chest down. Soon after, his mum was diagnosed with cancer and was referred to Rumah Hospice for more than a month before she died.

Tan remained resilient however. “After my mom passed away, I explored ways that I could help the hospice. These were people who gave hope when all hope looked lost.”

Immersing himself in numerous charitable organisations such as the Independent Living for People with Disabilities and the Japan International Cooperation Agency, Tan hasn’t looked back since. Now a popular blogger, the 39-year-old Penangite recently shaved his flowing long hair to raise funds for the Hospice-At-Home Programme at Rumah Hospice. Together with four other friends, they pledged to shave their heads for a donation of RM5,000. To their delight, they raised slightly more than the targeted amount.

Another person who has risen above her plight is Yvonne Foong, a 19-year-old diagnosed with neurofibromatosis type 2—a genetic disorder that causes tumours to grow in her brain, spine, and along various nerves. Together with her friend John Ling, they have both embarked on a mission to encourage creative writing in the nation.

“Whenever we come across any aspiring writers or even people looking to get published, we encourage them wholeheartedly, offering advice and even helping out where our abilities are needed,” says Foong. Her website has even helped someone obtain a proper diagnosis of neurofibromatosis after his wife stumbled upon Foong’s blog. Her husband was spared from further complications, and they have become kindred friends ever since.

“Many people tend to look on people with disabilities as a group that needs help and welfare,” says Tan. “[But] given the right tools, support and a suitable environment, we surely are able to contribute more to society and help others who are in need.”

Manri KimFor a polio casualty, Kim is remarkably busy these days with Taihen. The ensemble was birthed in 1983 after Kim’s simple observation of the way each of her handicapped friends ate, talked and moved about.

“I became aware that every physical movement made by them was unique and different from each other. Although their mobility was restricted, they were still able to crawl, wriggle, squirm, walk, run and jump without aid. There was beauty and artistic form that went along with their supposed twisted and distorted body,” she describes.

Traveling to various parts of the world such as Kenya, Taiwan, Korea and Malaysia, Kim’s message is always the same: be proud of who you are. “Don’t be afraid to acknowledge that you are disabled,” she declares. “Don’t compare your body movements with someone who is ‘normal’. You can do what others can’t do. The more physically impaired you are, the more unique your movements can be.”

With a golden opportunity for physically handicapped individuals to express themselves and inspire others, people with cerebral palsy, spine tuberculosis, muscular dystrophy and other disabilities have jumped at the chance to demonstrate their passion and spirit. A dream once thought lost has been reignited.

As Foong puts it, encouragement has brought her past the stereotyping into a new level of confidence, best seen by the publishing of her autobiography I’m Not Sick, Just a Little Unwell. “Do buy my book when it’s published,” she says. “Even if you think the book is not good enough, at least it gives me a sense of accomplishment, that even a limited person like me can publish a book and sell it. It’s about giving us hope, directly or indirectly.”

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With only a malformed arm to assist her, Kim manoeuvers her lifeless legs and shapeless body. She rolls on the floor, using her mouth to move her legs by biting the toes, and her chin to push it around. She plays the Chinese drums by placing the drumsticks in between her crooked fingers. She proudly shows off every detail of her disability—from her twisted hip to her bent limbs—with only intermittent pauses in between acts.

As the fifth and final scene closes, Kim takes a bow from her sitting position. Without hesitation, the crowd gives an awestruck standing ovation. Those who can’t stand, bound by the constraints of their wheelchair or walker, rain their own applause down, mesmerised by the sheer determination on display

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h2o ministry: Rumah Hope

below are picture slides of some my previous visits to the Rumah Hope orphanage:

photos taken on sept 3, 05 (sat)

this collection of photos was taken during my first visit to Rumah Hope. as ACTS’ h2o outreach ministry was relatively ‘new’ to this home as well, we spend the time getting to know the children and helpers there. adeline looi led the team!

photos taken on sept 14, 05 (wed)

our first english lesson with the children there. daniel eng led the team!

photos taken on dec 6, 05 (tues)

we taught the children to make christmas cards. these cards were sold at ACTS and the funds raised was used to contribute to their building fund. team leader was me!

photos taken on may 6, 05 (sat)

our visit after the new building was completed. but sadly, we forgot to take a picture of the new building. team leader was again me!

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