the lights in the city pulsing, little beams flashing, far far below. someone lives there.
the stars in the sky twinkling, faintly glimmering, far far above. someone lives there too.
the little puddle of water, no matter how muddy, can reflect the sky if no raindrop falls on it. ah, peace like a river, glory like a flowing stream. (isa 66:12) but There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked. Isa 57:21
it is the people.i used to be afraid, but now have realised that this is all that matters.the people.the souls.be it broken images of God or clay in the making.human interaction can alleviate a headache,prevent carsickness,turn a bad day around,make the difference between life and death.just a smile,just a little action that shows u care,just a pure and simple act of love.it is different.
the ripples of muscles along the surface of the skin.so beautiful yet so terrifying.
uplifted.physically.literally.defying gravity,suspended.but we have to obey the law.the law of gravity.we fall,freely,ironically.the sensation!it leaves every nerve tingling with fear.it evokes something deep inside us.sometimes life just feels like a game doesn't it?sometimes everything feels like just a dream and you'll suddenly wake up to your real world.guess what?u're right.just like a game,you have to make the right choices.and like a dream,you don't know when it'll end.
i am a creature of habit.
when someone is going to kill you, can you say you're more ready to die? indeed, faith is the evidence of things not seen, the substance of things hoped for, the reason why true christians would not retaliate when reviled, and not fear when they stare death in the face. yes, because we are more ready to for the judgement after death.
if i were in that situation, if my four beloved brothers were brutally killed for a selfish trivial lie, would i still have that compassion, to see the need of those cruel souls? i can imagine the grief, the pain, the questions i'd be asking. yet in the end His ways are always higher than our ways. the sacrifice of the missionaries for the salvation of the tribes - they are worth it.
had post-winter camp committee dinner yesterday at meiji japanese restaurant. it was raining kangaroos and platypus! had to go through some kinda 'night safari' - sighted a few waterfalls and crossed a few streams before we reached the restaurant tucked away in a corner of little bourke st. but the food there is good and fellowship was awesome. haha it's fun being out with crazy people talking shamelessly about all kinds of issues.
how pa always held my hand when we cross the road in malaysia.
how we used to buy a roast chicken from carrefour and split it among us and how we would always get the drumstick.
few but precious. little yet significant.
i realise it is not the place. you just need to be still. just to take time to be still. be still and know, be still my soul.
the chill doesn't thrill at all. start pumping!