At the Workshop

Me: Abang sudah lama sini hor?

Workshop Abang (“WA”): Tak.

Me: Ya meh?

WA: 2 tahun saja.

Me: 2 tahun bukan panjang meh?

WA: Kalau jadi foreman, kena 7 tahun.

Workshop Abang got grit.

Perhaps the key to lasting a little longer is going to the workshop. Kereta pun kena servis. Apatah lagi manusia.

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Sniffly kids

As I entered the lift, a kid, clearly red faced from crying, saw me looking at him and immediately hid behind his mum (or at least some lady who I assume is his mum).

All I could think of was how I just wanted to put my hand on his tiny shoulder or give him a pat on the head. It didn’t matter if his face was red and sticky with tears, or even if he did some crap that legitimately warrants a nice scolding. All that mattered was that he was crying. And something in me kept poking and pressing my internal sympathy buttons.

But the more I looked, the more he hid from me in what I suspect was shame (or maybe just fear la sebab ada creepy stranger tengok kot. Siapa lah tidak creeped out kalau macam tu). But I was thinking “budak nangis biasa la tu, kau tu malu kenapa?”. 

And I saw myself in him.

I am that sniffly kid – snivelling, snot nosed and puffy eyed, hiding from God out of shame. As if hiding would make any difference. As if God doesn’t see. As if God doesn’t know.

Not that God doesn’t discipline his kids. I’m thinking that hand in hand with the role of disciplinarian is this other side of God: the father who just really wants to tuck us under his arms and wipe away all that snot from our sticky, tear stained faces. That Father, who actually wants us to come to him, with whatever shameful thing, rather than sniffle and snivel alone in a corner. Yang malu, aku jer.  God boleh jer handle.

 

“He’s in town!”

So, Ravi Zacharias will be in town to speak in April. And boy, am I ridiculously excited to go listen to him speak!

It somehow feels different if you’re hearing someone speak live, or if you’re watching them speak on Youtube. I dunno why. But there is excitement in the fact that this person will be here, well, in person!

Then I wondered: if this is how excited I get over Ravi Zacharias, I wonder what it would have been like when Jesus was in town! The people must’ve gone nuts! Absolutely bat shit bonkers over the fact that Jesus was coming to town!

When I think of prominent RZIM speakers and my other heroes of the faith, I find the need to constsntly keep myself in check so that I worship the God whom they preach and not the one doing the preaching! Which is why when I overheard someone comment that Michael Ramsden of RZIM is a “phenomenal speaker”, my self-righteous inner Pharisee was doing inner eye rolls. BUT AFTER HEARING MICHAEL RAMSDEN SPEAK, I am in complete agreement that he is a “phenomenal speaker”! And this makes me think: if this is Michael Ramsden, what was Jesus like?

Did the thought of Jesus coming to town make the people restless with excitement?! How soon did it take to become talk of the town that Jesus was coming?!

I think of those people who took pretty extreme measures just so they could meet Jesus in person – the friends of the paralytic, Zachaeus, the crowds who swarmed after Jesus sampai Jesus kena duduk dalam sampan while they gathered at the water’s edge to listen to him speak – and I’m in awe.

This guy. This guy who, at the start of his ministry, goes to the synagogue, stands up and reads out a portion of Isaiah, and then announces to all present that on that very day, that scripture was fulfilled in their hearing. And “[t]he eyes of everyone in the synagogue were fastened on him.” Crazy stuff! Absolutely crazy stuff. :)

To see and hear Jesus live. What an amazing, amazing thing to look forward to!

God is able!

When the only thing you can say to God is “What’s going on?”

Bila rasa macam mau jatuh mati pengsan flip table.

Snippets from old Sunday School cartoons I watched as a child came to mind; I remember a young lass saying,”The battle belongs to the LORD” before killing a killing machine.

The opposition is massive. Serious business is going on. Not against flesh and blood, but powers and principalities.

But God is able. And the battle is the LORD’s.

Count your Perks

More perks from working late:

1. Sheer joy when you find a kitchen still open and willing to feed you;

2. Restaursnt staff who have the time to patiently put up with your indecisiveness in ordering food;

3. (What I think is) extra lauk in your fried rice (unless they really are generous all the time?). Also realising what you thought were 2 chicken wings were actually 2 pieces of a whole quail. 

4. Emptying your glass to discover that you are lucky(!) (as seen below):

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Or maybe they meant Thailand, not you. Amount of luck probably directly proportionate to the size of wording anyway.

5. Awkwardly looking at someone standing outside the restaurant, who then smiles and says, “Thank you! Goodnight.” which sounded like music to my ears. Good English is magical.

 

 

“We are not alone.”

So my colleague and I leave the office late. I expect the lift to zing past every floor to straight away reach the bottom. Surely everyone else would have gone home by now?

But the lift stops. And 2 other persons get in!

Then I say to my colleague, “I feel like we’re in one of those alien movies, where, you know, the people in the movie suddenly discover that aliens exist and that we are not alone 8D”.

And after the 2 persons exit at Level 5, I pause for 2 seconds before saying “I wonder if they thought I was talking about them and felt offended”. 

Ahh well, the perks of staying late. There is entertainment value. 8D