2010 - Taking Stock
We usually stock-take on the 31st of December, supposedly. I don’t suppose there’s any harm doing it a day or two earlier so my reflections can be unhurried and carefully articulated. It’s the 29th today, just two days away from the deadline for 2010. So here’s my little and final contribution to the worldwide web for the year:
2010 has been one hell of a heavenly year. It sprung a number of surprises on me, some executed by external forces, and others self-inflicted. By and large, it was a great year; and I mean this literally. It has been one of the best years of my life. If I’m delighted that the year has ended, it’s only because it’s been so great I’m looking forward to another year of happiness.
But 2010 wasn’t a year of parties and savouries. Life inevitably comes with its crosses of various weights and sizes which we all have to bear. That is a given, a non-negotiable. But what remains negotiable is the attitude with which we carry these crosses, for they have the power to lead us to either morbid despair or victorious resilience. This is perhaps one reality that characterises every year of the human life. To suffer is to be human. Some learn this lesson too slowly and spend their entire lives attempting to evade the inevitability of suffering. Of suffering, we cannot choose. On a related note, Gandalf the Great offers us this wisdom: “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
With this moment that is given to me, I look upon the year 2010 with much gratitude. I am grateful for many things. And inasmuch as these things may seem too innumerable to mention, I must try. We spend our lives counting many things, but we seldom count our blessings.
I am grateful…
… for the news in February that my wife had conceived and that we were expecting our first child. The pregnancy was relatively smooth-sailing, and there were no major complications coming our way. There were moments of some anxiety when the position of foetus didn’t seem to shift at the expected time, but it was quickly rectified by a sacrament of the anointing of the sick administered by a kind priest.
… for my ordination into the Holy Orders in June this year, on my birthday. After some years of struggling to discern my vocation in life since my entry into the Catholic Church, Mother Church had finally decided that I was ready to be conferred the sacrament of the Holy Orders. I was ordained into the Order of (Permanent) Deacons for the Diocese of Melaka-Johor and continue to serve the Church as the Director of the Diocesan Pastoral Institute. My memory of the many relatives and friends who travelled far to witness the event still invokes much gratitude in my heart.
… for a family that’s supportive of whom God has called me to be/become. I have parents who’re willing to be proud of me despite their son not being wealthily successful or having a high-flung career to brag about like many other sons do. I have a sister who continues to be a source of inspiration for me in her appreciation of life and determination to live for others. I married a wife who is meek, gentle and patient, but who has surprised me time and again with immeasurable resilience throughout trying seasons of our life together; and who has, by the way, become a superb mother to my son.
… for the birth of my son on 20 September, on the Feast of Sts Imbert and Chastan (and the Korean martyrs). He has been named Chastan Kuek Wei En. He’s a very cheerful pebble with sparkling eyes and a cheeky grin. On the more difficult days at work or ministry, he administers healing to me just by smiling and cooing when his eyes meet mine.
… for the ministry that has been entrusted to me by the Church. I consider myself very privileged to enjoy the company of many good men and women, religious and clergy, as my co-workers. Some people have asked me if getting along with religious and clergy has been a challenging thing; the answer is “no”. My situation may be quite an anomaly if compared to the more prevalent claims made by other people; in my present capacity, I’ve faced oppression from some lay people, but never from the religious or clergy before.
… for friends in the faith who have ceaselessly surprised me with the gift of loving kindness. After some experiences of rejection, persecution and betrayal in past years, the kindness I’ve experienced in these past two years from friends has become quite a heavenly treasure for me. Many gestures shown by these many friends have often left me speechless. Because of them, I am thankfully reminded to always embody the loving kindness of God to all people I meet in my life journey. It’s strange how God turns up sometimes.
… for new faces and people I inevitably meet in my ministerial journey, some of whom become friends and others who remain distant acquaintances. Every life tells a story, and I’ve learned that I must learn to listen. Every story that I’ve heard so far has tainted my life in one way or another. Our human stories are so vastly different, one from another, and yet there’s always a commonality that binds all our stories together to form a wealth of human experiences which makes us each more human.
So there you go. 2010 has been a swell year. I think I’ve learned to become more human; a little more like Jesus, I’d say. But I do need one more year ahead to journey deeper into the life of God. It may not be an easy year ahead. But I’ll see you there.








