For there is hope for a tree if it is cut down,
that it will sprout again and that the tender shoots of it will not cease.
Though its roots grow old in the earth and its stock dies in the ground,
Yet through the scent of water,
the stump of the tree will bud and bring forth boughs like a young plant.
What a beautiful picture of redemption and restoration. This quote from Job came at a time of his life when everything he had was taken from him. If a poor, broke and sick person can see beauty in abject misery, whilst bound in the old covenant of the Law, I can believe for better things since I have a better Covenant.
Sometimes I forget that I’m not of the world, and it’s a learning process of not confining myself to the realities of life. Everything boils down to the internal belief system, cos everything flows from the spirit. Someone once told me that if my lenses were pointed at an ugly crocodile, even though my eyes were fixed on a cute panda, if I pressed the shutter, the image I would get is, that of an ugly crocodile. Perspective, perspective.
It’s a beautiful thing to have an exit route to run to from the madness of this world. As much as I avoid magnifying malaise (everyone has a share of battles to fight), truth be told, there’s a limit to which how much we psych ourselves out of quagmire. If there’s one thing that I need to remember, out of the one million things thrown at me, it’s to rest. Never abdicate your high place of rest. Hold your peace, there’s a special portion grace everyday.
Job never stayed poor, sick or broke. The Lord restored twice of whatever he had lost, either bumped up in quality or quantity, wherever applicable.
I have come to give you life, and life more abundantly.
Tis is the season of Japanese Literature. I’ve been faithful to my first love despite my downright insane schedule, finding time to appreciate art in the written form. This post is dedicated to Keigo Higashino, and his thoroughly amazing ‘Journey Under the Midnight Sun’. The plot intricacy for his new book far surpasses his cult novel – ‘ The Devotion of Suspect X’. While Suspect X charmed its reader by unveiling the complexity of the Higashino mental process to excite the plot, Midnight Sun surpasses it.
So what’s so special and poignant about ‘Journey Under the Midnight Sun’? We see a lot of unwillingness from Detective Sasagaki in closing this particular unsolved case. Though unsolved puzzles do happen, this particular one has been gnawing on his heart for two decades, as if the dead were crying out for vengeance and the truth to be exposed. In this case, the victim himself was a shady individual, involved in a line of work that profited out of other’s helplessness. Yosuke Kirihara’s death was the first domino that set off the chain of unfortunate events. But what if his death meant one less child molester/pedophile lurking on this earth? And the killer was none other than a young boy wanting to protect a childhood friend from the throes of his Dad’s perversion? So Ryo Kirihara’s Journey under the Midnight Sun began at age 10. An innocent expression of loyalty to protect a friend had morphed into a life of duplicity, covering up his crime tracks as the domino pieces began to fall, living under the radar of the system.
Children are not that innocent or indifferent to their environment, something adults can forget. A clandestine affair, a suppressed perversion, a double life, trust a child’s intuition to sniff that out. The earlier a child is exposed to dysfunction or pain, the more prone he/she is to develop a coping mechanism to manoeuvre through life. Yukiho, the victim of child prostitution, had weaved out an intricate plan to rid herself of her mum and her fate of poverty. She willfully ignored her mum’s suicidal tenancies, and garnered enough sympathy through a carefully staged countenance to be eventually adopted by a wealthy relative, sympathetic to her plight as an orphan. There, her life took a turn. Yukiho got private education, was trained in the ways of Ikebana and Chado (flower arrangement and tea ceremony), skills of a quintessential Japanese wife, skills potential husbands would prize. Such a twist of fate would not have been possible without her quick thinking to pull herself out of that miry trash of an upbringing. So it became a reflex to shake off her shameful and shady beginnings, and her beautiful face served her well in portraying a facade of elegance and upper-class aura. However, the thorns in her eyes were unmistakable, as described by Kazunari, the president of the dance club Yukiho was part of. Yukiho had her fair share of fans, but Kazunari, the golden boy, had his eye on Eriko, Yukiho’s best friend. From here another complicated plot twist begins to unfold.