February 2006 / I love to watch figure skating. Whenever the skaters jump, I feel a bit of anxiety. Flawless performances are rare in this sport. People fall, people have to push on to finish their programs. But when they land their jumps and every other elements work, it's a beautiful and elegant thing to watch. Life is like that sometime. If you play it safe, you'll never fall on your face, but your life is just a blah. Be a daredevil once in a while. Have some fun. Take risks. JUMP!
The 2006 Winter Olympics in Torino, Italy makes me think of the disputed shroud of Turin. It has an image of a bearded man (the crucified Jesus?) imprinted on a burial cloth. Testings have shown conflicting results about the age of the shroud. Some theories even point to frauds and show various ways the image can be made by simple means. In May, The Davinci Code movie will be out, no doubt the discussions will resume about Jesus and his life. There was a man Jesus. Was he Christ, the only son of God? Did he marry Mary Magdalene and/or have a child with her? At this point in human history, the truth really does not matter much. People believe what they want to believe. And if their faith is threatened, watch out. I have read many versions of Jesus' life. One even suggests that he did not die at all but healed himself, then escaped to India. One denies his existence and credits the New Testament to brilliant works of fiction writer(s). Is it so bad that perhaps his was not a virgin birth, or perhaps he had sexual relation(s), or perhaps he did not die? Well, maybe those are questions that shouldn't be raised at all. Muslims just act their faith. They don't question the Qur'an. They don't relate to God like I do, in my casual, informal way. I think of God, Creator of All, as my best friend / teacher / lover / or whatever else that I need in my life. This is blasphemy to some people, punishable by death even.
But, it's how I can establish a personal relationship with God. I usually say I-love-you to God before I go to sleep. And whenever I perform, in drag, in clubs, or for Vo Vi, I'd imagine that God is sitting somewhere in the audience, and I'll do my best for Him. I wish you too, my reader, your own personal relationship with God. The world might turn its back on you, God will always be there. And God, Master of the Universe (or Multiverse), won't fault you for bringing Him down to your level. Yup! God is very understanding and generous that way.
