REJOICE! HE HAS RISEN AS HE SAID HE WOULD

The church bells and altar boys ring their handheld bells in celebration that our Lord Jesus Christ has risen…on the third day after His death, as He said He would.

Going back to the time over 2,000 years ago when this was not just a re-enactment, but the real thing, I can imagine that there were basically two large groups of people then who trembled:
1. Those who said, “Crucify Him” and put Him on the cross.
2. Those who believed every word He said.
Then, I ask myself, “Which of these two groups would I have been, if I was there at that time?”

Yesterday (Saturday, April 19th), I received a text message from Judith, a good friend of mine: …”I saw your post (1) on the group chat…I wanted to share that I saw Passion of Christ on Netflix and balled my eyes out”.

My reply to her was that “Easter is working on you”. She was touched…She was moved.

We rejoice that He has risen as He said He would. Alleluia!

Happy Easter to all Christians, the world over. May His love resonate in all with Peace, Joy and Happiness.
Jeannie & Alan

NOTES:
1. https://leatherpotato.com/2025/04/18/if-this-isnt-love/

EVERYONE NEEDS A HOLIDAY

One thing that has remained the same in over 60 years is the view of the sea as we drive up towards Port Dickson (affectionately known as “P.D.”) town and along its coastline towards the multiple hotels and private homes. The sea is not sea blue (it has never been as long as I can remember). It has always been a chalky lime-green in colour.

Ponder: “To sea or not to sea”

Another thing that has always seemed to be the same is that the sun is scorching hot once it hits the 10.00am mark onwards to late afternoon. It does break if rain show up, and it shows up whenever it feels like it.

The beaches and sea have never failed to entertain. I can remember the days travelling in a little red and black mini – uncle Jeff’s and Aunty Val’s go anywhere vehicle. it never seemed too small or small. It fitted all 18 of us nicely and comfortably. O.K. Not 18 but close. There was Uncle Jeff and Aunty Val, Brendon, Shenton, Jennifer, Nigel and myself – that’s around 18, thereabouts.😉😂

As for a comfortable ride, I can’t remember. The adrenaline (don’t worry if this word seems like a tongue-twister and you find it tricky trying to pronounce it. Try spelling it out on the keyboard. I had to correct spell it several times before the right one stuck to the screen)… so, the adrenaline rush got us excited with the idea of going to the beach to play in the sand and water.

As we came up the last bend (it was a sort of slight slope climb) of the road and tuned left, we could see “paradise” on our right. It was not the end of that road, we, the kids; were not interested. Believe me, the scene which was everyuthing “sea”, was phenomenal…breathtaking to us very young kids in the late 1960s. By the way, Uncle Jeff and Aunty Val were the hip couple for us young Atkinson cousins; both good and everything (and I mean, everything) mischievous.

The recent trip that we (Jeannie, my wife; Laura, our daughter; and I) made, rekindled the days of the 1960s. P.D. is modern by today’s standards. The good thing is modernisation has not affected the sandy beach coastline too much. We still can feel some beach sand under our feet and see the sea. Let’s hope modernisation, urbanisation and every thing futuristic will leave this landscape remaining unchanged.

I would strongly recommend to take the break from the rush and dust (that too) you have always wanted, even if it for no rhyme or reason (I have not heard that phrase in a long time – English class😅). P. D. is a fairly short drive from Subang Jaya, P. J. (Petaling Jaya) or K.L. (Kuala Lumpur).

Sometimes, when we are too much into what we are doing, we may not be at optimum level. Taking a break, even it is for a short while, from whatever we are doing, especially if it takes up a good amount of our daily time; can do wonders. Have fun. We sure did.

This is how to enjoy the blazing sun, sea and beach – in the comfort of air-conditioning.😁⛱️

Difficult decision – Here, as we look outside, we are debating on whether we should go outside to the beach and get sun burnt, or stay inside and enjoy the air-conditioning.

MARRIED

As we were crossing the very busy street of Jalan Sultan on the overhead pedestrian bridge which connected P. J. State to the Registrar of Marriages building, she put her hand around my shoulder, and I put mine around her waist. We didn’t talk, yet much was said. She knew it. And, I knew it. The beautiful song, “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle, did not and could not capture those precious minutes I had with Laura…as her father…

THE FULL STORY WILL BE IN MY BOOK, SCHEDULED TO BE ON THE SHELVES OF BOOK STORES, IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS.

COUNT MY BLESSINGS

I HAVE TOO MANY FLAWS TO BE PERFECT.
THERE WAS NEVER A NIGHT NOR MY MANY FLAWS THAT COULD DEFEAT SUNRISE OR HOPE.
I HAVE COUNTLESS BLESSINGS.

POTENTIAL OF LIFE IS FULL OF ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

~ ALAN IAN ATKINSON
Writer, Author, Storyteller

TRUST YOURSELF

YOUR POTENTIAL IS ENDLESS.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFULLY AMAZING. IF YOUR START IS BAD, YOU CAN STILL HAVE A FANTASTIC ENDING.
AND, IF YOU’VE BEEN ON A WRONG PATH FOR WHAT MAY SEEM A VERY LONG TIME, YOU CAN STILL MAKE ADJUSTMENTS AND GET BACK ON TRACK.

THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS TRUST YOURSELF
THAT YOU CAN DO IT AND GET IT. BELIEVE.

~ ALAN IAN ATKINSON
Writer, Author, Storyteller

THE BOOK’S MANUSCRIPT

I can see it, I can feel it. It’s heavy! My book is taking form. In the “real”. Two years or more. Now…

The manuscript is in its rawest form.

The manuscript in its rawest form.

The idea first floated about when I started leatherpotato.com. Wouldn’t it be nice to write a book? What shall I write about?

That is a question that many people have answers to, except me, I guess. However, I did have many ideas floating about. Yet, many a time, I’d sit in front of the computer and just stare blankly at the screen. Too many ideas… “noise”. Can you imagine, too many ideas?

I have been trying to get my first book out well over 2 years ago. I did not have any material. I started on something, then junked it. Then, went on to something else. Then junked it again. This had been going on for a “long” sometime. I guess I am my biggest critic.

Then again; I am a dreamer. To me, my mind is my biggest playground. Joanne Kathleen Rowling has an imagination with no boundaries. She wrote beautifully, her series of Harry Porter stories; she writes beautifully now. She recently x-ed (formerly known as Twitter) that she has at least another six books more in the writing. She never ceases to amaze.

Coming back to reality, the unpolished “manuscript gem” is only but the beginning. Now, the next round of work is about to begin. Putting the manuscript together. What goes into the semi-final manuscript, what stays out. That is going to be interesting.

When I had the chance or opportunity to start authoring a book when I left school or even when I was in school, I didn’t. I wanted to pursue other interests, which I did. Photography was one of them. Worked for a cinematography film company for a short while until they fired me for bringing my own camera and doing my own thing. That was a long, long time ago, a few years after I started my working career. It was fun while it lasted. I do not look back with regret. I am glad that I went through the several “stepping stones” in my life which has offered me the many experiences; many ups and not so many highs.

It shows, doesn’t it, the “doing my own thing” part?🤔 Even here, in my writings, I tend to do my own thing with the English language. Having fun.😉😅😁

But (not a good way to start a sentence, right? Just teasing you, the reader) these are experiences that have afforded me the honour of meeting and knowing all those people in the “experiences” that I may have not met otherwise.

I have to give mention to my classmate from La Salle School, Klang; who has a role in getting me to speed up the process of “The Book”, my first book and many more to come – Mohan Singh.

Mohan telephoned (rang, called, gave me a ring; not Whatsapped called me😉) me a couple of months ago (early May) and said, “I have read your writings that you have published. I think that you write well. Why don’t you write a book?”

I told him that I was working on it. Although several publishers had touched base with me, I did not give it much thought. “What? So soon?” That thought did cross my mind.😲”

“I know a publisher who is good at what he does. I can put him onto you. Have a chat and take it from there.”, Mohan said. So, that kind of sped the process up a bit. No, not really. It sped things up a lot.

The Batik Influencer, Jeannie my wife; and my daughter, Laura; are the “daily drivers”, ensuring that I put in the time to see this first book and many others to come, published and become bestsellers.

I need a coffee…

Insider news: My th…

LIFE: DON’T STOP BELIEVING

What is life? That is the question. Not William Shakespeare’s “To be or not to be?”

How many times have you heard the answer, “like that lah” (Malaysian expression). “The same”, “as usual”, “boring”… and the “expressive” or “non-expressive” list goes on, including “have time to kill”.

There are those who will describe life like pictures of people running through fields of long grass (not lalang), big smiles on their faces, with butterfly nets, trying to catch those colourful little creatures that fly, everyone so happy, with orchestra-type happy music filling the background; no space for white blank blotches or anything like that.

Life, besides having to breathe air (especially the oxygen part), is about experiences. “Experience” may seem general. It is. It would encompass everything that has happened, is happening and is going to happen (the past, the present, the future).

“Phew! The past. Glad that it is over.” This is an expression of having experienced some really challenging times. It is an expression from those who have made it. Some expected the difficulties and hardships during those times, were prepared, somewhat for it, and “pulled through”. Others were not so fortunate, when these challenging, painful times hit them. They were not prepared for it, yet somehow, they endured it; and have overcome it.

Then, another two groups of people exist. Both live rather, safe, happy lives.

One group goes about life with no challenges. Everything seems to work out for them, Day in, day out. It’s so mundane. They don’t really complain. They go about life, existing. This is what they were meant to do, and they are doing it. They don’t think it special. It’s just there.

Then, there is the flip side of this group, with the same plus(+)s in life. They know they are more privileged than others and don’t take things for granted. This is the group that do not look down on those that don’t have what they do in life, but recognize them as equals. After all, “We are all human beings”.

In every moment that has passed in life, an experience is formed. If you come to think of it, no two moments are the same. They can never be the same. We are never the same age. We get older each passing moment.

Life is about One Direction – forward. We have to keep moving in the direction of improving ourselves in every little way. Every moment, which is the future, avails itself to us, giving us the opportunity to better ourselves in every way, in our own way, in our space. Therefore, we become our own competitor. Improving ourselves from the last moment, is a win. We could say it builds self-confidence.

Probably one of the best ways of doing this is to look for the positives of people. “Oh, that’s hard to do”, you may say. Sure, practice doing that all the time. Practice (the right way), makes perfect. Soon enough, you will not have the time (nor the patience), to notice anything negative because your time is consumed looking for the positives and moving forward.

In no way is this pretending that challenges in life do not exist. They do. Many a time, we do not have answers to them. However, we have to face / meet these challenges head on and at times circumvent them. This can only be accomplished if we continue to strive to look for the positives.

Life: Don’t stop believing.

LIFE: ALL ABOARD! NEXT STOP IS THE NEXT MOMENT.

NOTES: Being grateful

HE IS NO LONGER HERE. HE HAS RISEN!

http://leatherpotato.com/2024/03/29/good-friday/
http://leatherpotato.com/2024/03/30/in-stillness-earth-awaits-the-resurrection/

Following up from the two earlier articles. Not sure if I can call these essays, including this one which is about to be told, unfold… however you may want to read them.

When I started with the Good Friday article, I never planned to have the next one about the waiting period between the time of crucifixion and his resurrection. It just came to my mind while I was sitting in church. I started penning down my thoughts and then work on it, since I had my tools of the trade: my Samsung Fold 5; with me.

And now I am writing about “HE HAS RISEN”. At mass that Saturday evening (where I wrote IN STILLNESS, EARTH AWAITS THE RESURRECTION while waiting for mass to begin); we heard the readings from the Old and New Testaments, we held lighted candles to symbolize new life (and hope), we had the Litany of Saints, the sprinkling / blessing of Holy water…it was a “High Mass” (a term rarely used in church today). It was everything an Easter vigil mass should be. We were reaffirmed that this God who became man, Jesus; had died for us on Good Friday and now is risen.

Going back to over 2,000 years ago, when the large stone or boulder covering the entrance to where Jesus’ body was buried. “He is no longer here. He has risen, Alleluia”, said the angel.

I cannot help but feel the relief these people had when they heard that statement. They would now feel that all they went through was not in vain, that it is all true. Again, at that time, computers, google and other modern day technology was not available. They had to go by gut instinct, by faith and believe that it was true. Many who were fence-sitters or wait-and-see believers; now believed. If I was there at that time, I would have had more questions to ask. I would definitely have believed, but what’s next? It sure would have been quite the experience: seeing first hand the direct connection between heaven and earth.

My earliest memories of Easter was maybe when I was around 5 or 6 years old. It probably was Easter Sunday morning. We, meaning the Atkinsons; would have gathered at my grandparents’ home in Section 8, Petaling Jaya (it would have been around 1964). The Atkinsons, would have been dad, his siblings and families. I remember receiving a big Easter egg, made of chocolate. It was wrapped in colourful wrapping. I think if I remember correctly, I asked myself, “What am I going to do with a big egg?”, not knowing that it was made of chocolate.

I think when it came to our (as parents) turn, we gave our daughter, Laura; a big Easter egg and a Tamagotchi Easter (not too sure if it was an Easter egg) egg. Tamagotchi never included a warning that parents would soon take over the looking after and maintenance of these things, as children soon got tired of these electronic, noisy pets. End story is that Laura ended up having three of these devices. She also had Easter chocolate eggs for some years to come.

With the faith of the people who were with Jesus Christ during the time of His crucifixion right through the time HE HAD RISEN and AFTER; we the Atkinsons, wish all our family and friends around the world: HAPPY EASTER!

HE IS RISEN, ALLELUIA!