From the beginning, I knew I was going to need a miracle. Five months ago I decided to apply for an elective in a cutting-edge, world leading research lab in the United States. My chances of getting in were extremely slim. My CV didn’t have enough bells and whistles: I was from a comparatively unknown medical school, I didn’t have enough experience in a lab, I didn’t have any letters of recommendation or awards to distinguish myself and I was a full-time student in rural South Australia, which made it logistically difficult to do anything about these issues.
Furthermore, I had also applied to do a second elective in Papua New Guinea but had not received a reply for months. The resulting uncertainty regarding dates of my availability made planning near impossible. When I later missed out on my first preference and the medical school gave me a timetable that was logistically incompatible with the USA elective – my dream became an impossibility. That night, I got down on my knees and prayed late into the night that God would do a miracle. I didn’t give up – I believe in dreaming big with God.
And God began to open doors.
EVERY TIME A DOOR…
Within 36 hours, three things happened: a student colleague offered to swap timetables with me making the elective logistically possible, Continue reading
I’ve been re-discovering the joy of filming.
Making short films brings me back to my childhood when my siblings and I used to make home-movies, just for fun. It was the early 2000s and the digital camera was just starting to take off. We were all still in primary school and had never owned a camera before.
Then one fateful day, a package arrived from our relatives overseas: behold – a second hand, hi-tech 0.5 megapixel point and shoot!
It was bulky and clunky (I think it even stored the footage on floppy disks!) – but none of that matters when you’re a kid. It didn’t take long for summer holidays to become movie making time: everything from sci fi’s and westerns to horror movies and comedic skits.
We would do everything: write elaborate scripts, act out the parts (low budget costumes included)… and do our own stunts of course. Afterwards we’d spend countless hours Continue reading
In 2011, I was in my second year of Medical School. It was the holidays and I was at a Christian church camp listening to a visiting minister named Dylan Knight. He was preaching a sermon about the life of Jesus when he suddenly paused mid-phrase.
“Just a couple examples where Jesus responded…”
“You sitting down there – what’s your name?”
He pointed halfway down the crowd at someone in front of me.
“No sorry, just behind you,” he said.
I realised he was pointing at me. I told him my name.
I now quote verbatim what he said.¹
When I think about Christ’s tomb, it reminds me of times in my life where hope is stopped dead in its tracks by catastrophe, where brightest hopes are dashed, where highest dreams come crashing down.
It reminds me of breaking points, of giving up after giving so much, of the final sigh of resignation to Continue reading
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Martin Luther King Jr was martyred because he stood up for African Americans.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer was martyred because he stood up for those oppressed under Hitler.
Joan of Arc, Ghandi; many have been martyred because they stood up for their people group and their countrymen.
But only one man in all of history has been martyred for standing up for Continue reading
Spare time is precious to me.
The time commitment of studying medicine has taught me to value any spare time I get to myself.
As I look to the future – I can only see things becoming busier with increasing demands, responsibilities and commitments.
I’m sure I’m not alone. It’s not just medical students – we are all busy in this fast-paced world.
Every day there is the tension of Continue reading