Busy City Folks

Today I went earlier for my 1st Aid course, and since I was early, sat down at Jurong East Station. The hordes of busy people swarmed past me endlessly. There was a NUS student there selling flags, but nobody stopped to buy from him. A few did. But very few. One lady put in a $2 note. It reminded me of Jesus who had the leisure time to watch people put in their donations. I did not see any widow's mite, but I saw few generous Singaporeans. Perhaps we are suffering from charity overdose. Personally I wouldn't have donated. But today I saw the poor boy and when asked, dropped in 60 cts. I had the time, though not much money.

Liquid egg to hard-boiled?

Today is one of those Sundays where God spoke. First it was through the worship song and then the sermon.

We sang all ‘oldies’ today – but it was good once a while to remember our songs of old, instead of the newer and ‘noisier’ songs. When it came to “How great Thou art”, there was a phrase there that struck me, “When Christ shall come and take me home, what joy shall fill my heart…” A quick thought struck me – is it joy that will fill my heart, or something else? Maybe shame. Or regret?

For me the certainty of Christ’s return has never been a doubt. But yet, I’m still somehow stuck in the wallowing process. Where I will meet the Saviour and yet had little to show and yet feel indifferent and not fearful enough to do anything about it. Sad. Shame. Apathy. The communion that we had just gone through came forth as a reminder – don’t just sing and shout about your love for God, show Him the works. Where do you love God? I can last time. I cannot now – sure I have tokens here and there, but deep down I know it’s not enough. The heart has not changed yet.