Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Just a post!

Hi people... (wonders who else other then Praise and Ming Han will notice this) Here is a bit of me being random. Do forgive any mistakes here as i'm writing this while sick (diarrohea really sucks). Please do have the patience to read it till the end despite the lengthiness though.

As you all know (or not...? O.o), due to busyness of each and everyone of us and just plainly people having different schedules, a reu which has been scheduled around the end of this month has been put on hold for the moment.



So...

What are we really busy with? World cup? (hehe.) Studies? Dates? Work? Church? Socializing? Sleeping (lol!)? Eating? Emo-ing?

A sudden question pops to mind, is it all that we do worth it of our time?



-maybe i was asking this because i was sick, but anyways...-

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For there was once this story of a kid in primary school who was the nerd of the class. Thick specs, front row and centre student, first to raise his hand to answer a question (and typically correct). Blur to anything else but academically excellent (i dun think any one of us is like this LMAO). In short, he's teacher's pet. He was never absent.



Except this once. And oh this teacher felt it. Asking around, no student knew why (no one was good friends with him anyways) he was absent. Second day, same. Teacher got worried. But then he showed up on the third day... wearing a silly hat with two large black silly ears... Complete with this silly grin.

"Tommy (the dude's name), why were you absent and now wearing this hat?"

"Oh... Daddy brought me to Disneyland... =)" The whole class shut up on that word. Class nerd's now their jealous hero.

"well Tommy, i guess everyone wants to know how was your trip in DisneyLand,"

"OH!!!! IT WAS SO EXCITING!!!! We arrived at this HUGE CARPARK! There was so so so MMMMAAANNYY cars! We parked the car and there was this tram that we got on to..."



The whole class clung on to his words.

"... and the tram drove around the car park and brought us to this place with a HHHUUGGGEE GATE! We lined up at this counter for an hour..."



"...and then, then we bought a ticket and they gave me this hat... and, and, and, I got back on this tram and rode around the car park for the WHOLE DAY!!!! It was SSSOOOO HUGE!!!!!"

A pencil dropped, sending and eeery echo around the class room. Tommy was sounding so pleased, but something was wrong...

"Tommy?"

"yes?"

"Did you get in that gate to Disneyland?"

"I can?"

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Laughing? or not? It's painful, isn't it?

I've been thinking a whole lot, and i guess as we drift around in life, we need to constantly check ourselves. Are we missing the point in what we do? When you find yourself getting busy, getting involved, is it all worth it?

We all hold a golden ticket. A ticket of salvation. A ticket commissioned to make our lives worth living. A ticket direct to God's throne. And a ticket that gives us power and responsibility.

But have we, like this fictional story, been like Tommy, riding the tram of life and never entering into our promise? Never making it worth while? Never, *shivers*, understanding or doing it right?

And are we too busy with things that doesn't really matter? And i mean even with church?

That's all i wanna leave you guys with for the moment. I really hope to talk more with you guys, and i really hope our relationship will not continue to drift apart as we hold our separate lives separate as it is, as i believe we have something special. But then i realize, even relationships count in this race of life. We need to get it correct.

Found in 1 chor 9.24-27, NIV:

"Do you know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, i beat my body and make it my slave so that after i have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize." - Paul



-end of post.-