Oh give thanks to the LORD!
Call upon His name,
Make Known His deeds among the people
Pslams 105: 1

I lunged upon my easy chair and stared upward into the night sky. Having cast my eyes upon the vast black space, I drifted briefly into my thoughts. The past week had been more wonderful than I could have asked for. Having plucked my wisdom teeth, I was given 8 days of MC. Prior to that I had to reschedule this extraction twice, from december the year before to March and finally to late June. And throughout this week, He has shown me why He is indeed God alone.
While I thought and marvelled, I could sense my King's beckon and I scribbled this down on a note pad

Grace has called my name
My heart throbbed at His beckon
For my heart was no longer mine

The days of my MC allowed me to join a 24 hr prayer meeting with Cornerstone church. Chong Wei and Oliver came along and from 12 to 3 we joined with our brothers and sisters in prayer and it left me humbled at how the Lord was convicting His church to intercede. I was able to see my primers again for bible study because on tuesday, the day i had my teeth plucked out, Lee Min asked me to come and share on Luke 12 (i prepared for Luke 11 :P). And it was a joy to just talk about Jesus with them and I thank God that He kept me in His grace throughout. And then there was youth camp where rather unexpectedly, I could share the gospel with some youth. To be able to share the gospel! What joy to know that the Lord should give me the undeserved honour of talking about Him.

And to think I started the week, really sapped out. Really cranky in fact. And He gave strength to a weak spent out man so that we may know that He is indeed good and in supreme command!

What Grace! He has planned and determined it all along and now I must as Pslams 105 says, tell everyone of His good work.

Shall we praise Him even now? Can I encourage all who read this to just look back upon our lives and remember the mighty and good things He has done and bless His Holy name.

Grace has called my name
My heart throbbed at His beckon
for it is no longer mine.

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass wither, and the flower thereof falls away: But the word of the Lord endures for ever. And this is the word which by the gospel is preached to you

1 Peter 1:24-25

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children's children; To such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.

Pslams 103:15-18


I am a frail creature and the more I think about my life the more I am sure of it. With "Who am I" by Casting Crowns in the background, one can sense the mood of the moment.

Increasingly I see why its a joy to glory in one's weakness because it glorifies the cross. Why boasting in the cross is a great delight.

Anyway, am rushing back to camp.... :)

The next batch goes

So I thought to myself, " thats pretty saddening, ain't it?" and the truth of the matter began to hit home. Here I was, standing before an emptied Company line, looking up into the once-lively bunks of my recruits and feeling a distinct sense of nostalgia. Sentimentality has always been a great friend of mine, in fact, we are so close people gossip. Never liked to leave home without her really. Anyhow, another batch of Recruits had finished their short 2 month stay in our lovely resort and were embarking on their next adventure - into some dark and wet jungle, somewhere if not anywhere.

Of course, that had to mean abandoning me behind in this regimented disneyland. And seeing people come and go hardens one abit as well as saddens one continually. On one hand, the sadness depreciates as every batch leaves because I'm getting used to seeing them go. On the other side of the coin, I wonder if I'm destined to be with people only for a while and then watch them fly away. Take my BB Boys for example, I think many of us officers commit way loads of time to the Boys. The problem, of course, is that we aren't paid like teachers and we don't get to teach and meet the Boys everyday though many of us would want to meet them more often than the casual saturday. But we sacrifice tonnes and tonnes of time/money/friendships (you name it) during the week. But at the end of the day, I sometimes feel like a side dish, you know the french fries to the main course. Really adds to the flavour, but we can do without you.

So when I watched my BB Boys finish their term, I thought well, there they go, at least I was a stepping stone to their next stage in life. We worked with them toward their President's awards, their university placings, tuition them in subjects they were weak in and teach them the bible. The real joy was in seeing them grow closer to Christ. Certainly, some of them disappointed, some grew unexpectedly but the truth still remains, all of them moved on. But at the end of the day, there were few illusions, we were there so that they could learn about Jesus. Despite some of the ideas of what we had to be, I still strongly believe that we're there solely for their eternal good and not to raise the reputation of some organisation, or to play some tactical game to be the most well liked officer in the Company (which is crazy, because to be that sort of officer, you just had to be nice and teach an easy to swallow Jesus. ) Like my army Boys, who happen to be rather more grateful (perhaps its because I became like a teacher finally, I could have them everyday, 24/7 uninterrupted to teach them everything), after spending time together, its just time for them to get along with life and i just hope that they learnt a little abit about my God at the end of it.

The grand truth? well I would like to have them call me and talk to me or at least tell me how they all are, just once in a while, doesn't have to be too often really (not once every hour, once a day would be nice :P I'm kidding, just once in a while). Its sentimentality whispering in my ear really. But at the end of the day, hopefully, I was used by God to show more of Christ because people like myself, just happen to be stepping stones to Jesus Himself. I find myself very flawed and its easy to find my weak points. Yet its in my flawed nature that I know when God uses me, its a divine privilege and i just hope that when I meet God, He would become my prize.

So here I am staring at the bunks, the sadness has departed with the writing, I'm about to move on, but before that I am going to smile.