但是,所謂"信息的平衡",並不是在指基本教育。
有些人不承認聖經兩約有不能共存的衝突,
任何事,任何創物,任何理念,只有指向與連接到耶穌才得有意義。
那如果同意這樣的解說,不能要求將神與任何它念做平衡,我問: 什麼是神祂自己? 聖經講的很清楚 -- 耶穌,聖靈,真理,與恩典。
不是的,恩典是完全的神。我們不需要擔心如何平衡恩典,
James
6/07/07
1973… It was more than 30 years ago. So much time, so many memories between then and this moment. Yet, it seems only a translucent veil that divides us from those dusty yesterdays. And now, standing here, I realize the significance of the fateful times in the 70s…something I imagine only an over-the-hill 47-year-old is want to ponder. That year, our family of 6 immigrated to the land of freedom and opportunity. In this second life, many doors were opened by good people that enabled us to carry out a rewarding life in America. But the very first one was held by Uncle Ming, who welcomed us into his home with open arms. Like an impressionable baby chick, the times spent in Landover, Maryland left an indelible mark on me. I reminisced even then that Uncle Ming was friendly, funny…and something of a macho dude! See, years before he came to the States, and on some visits to our home in Taiwan, he would horse around with us. I recall Uncle Ming rolling up the sleeves to reveal and flex his bulging biceps! I was a scrawny little kid then, and was completely in awe! In ’73 the same friendly, funny Uncle greeted us at the airport just up the road from here. I was 12 then, and was most impressed by his shiny gold Dodge Dart! He then bought a brand new cream-colored Buick Century, and drove us kids around town, stoking my life long love affair with cars -- and especially, Buicks! But there were no more playful muscle shows…maybe we just grew older; I didn’t know then as a youngster that Uncle Ming was already battling a new enemy that required a different kind of strength and courage. He refused to give in to the debilitating and elusive foe, but continued pursuing his profession and passion, and finding a special partner in life every bit his equal – and everything he needed. Together Aunt Su and Uncle Ming created a family, and raised three wonderful and accomplished children. Looking back through a renewed focus, I see so much to admire about this special man, and so many life lessons to learn from him. It is only a soul forged in the crucible of adversity that burns hot enough, and bright enough, to radiate warmth and light for others, and itself transformed…no mere flesh and blood, but invisible strands of steel that rushes through his veins! While losing certain physical freedom, Uncle Ming willed himself into a giant oak tree that towered over the field, a landmark for wayward souls, shelter for tired spirits and nourishment for those who hunger for wisdom. He is at once the fragile, ordinary human being, and the powerful embodiment of an alien sun! Behind the gentle, endearing frame stood a man who commanded respect. Endlessly inventive, and incurably inquisitive, Uncle Ming is famous for his” WSOTD,” or “Wise Saying of the Day,” dispensing observations and anecdotes about life, art, philosophy, religion and politics that profoundly influenced and instilled in us new perspectives on being a more-aware and more-decent person. Alas, the epic battle may have claimed the warrior’s body, but the man – spirit indefatigable – lives on, triumphant and freed finally from forty years of chains that bound. He was loved by all, but no one had the lock or key to this last gateway. After a lifetime of opening doors for others, this one he earned the right to unbolt, and walked through it proudly into the golden light, no doubt already exploring the grandeur of the heavenly domain, and sizing up his place in the company of deserving men, and the eternal God he had come to terms with. Dear Aunt Su, Elliott, Susan and Emily, the missing never ceases, but the pain does subside. In breaking this earthly bondage he is made whole once more. And please know that he calls with each stirring of the heart and welling of tears, and is as close as the blues, and oranges, on a blossoming bird of paradise… Thank you, Uncle Ming. I am all grown up now, but the kid in me will always treasure the spring in 1973, and the little things you did that changed our lives for the better – a sentiment, I am certain, many here and in far reaches share that, although different in details and circumstance, remains constant in a lovable man named Hsu Ming-Yen.