Your Mind is Blue |
 Of all the mind types, yours is the most mellow. You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. You don't try to think away your troubles. Your thoughts are realistic, fresh, and honest. You truly see things as how they are. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about your friends, your surroundings, and your life. |
You Are Snow |
 Magical yet potentially destructive You are well known as fun to play with People anticipate your arrival but then are quickly sick of you You are best known for: your serenity Your dominant state: reflecting |
Your Scent is Pumpkin Pie |
 Warm, comforting, and a bit old fashioned You've got what men want - believe it or not! |
How is Jesus Lord in your life?
I think first and foremost, He is someone who loves me. I was (and still am) a thickheaded person who somehow doesn’t learn until something bad happens and I have turned my back to Him countless times, questioned Him countless times. But everytime when I am in need and appealed for his assistance, He would still come to my rescue. And the worse part was that, the next time I knew, I was sinning all over again. But yet He did not turn His back on me ever. And all I could do is to just worship and worship and give thanks.
Another thing about love that He thought me was how to love others and myself. I used to be pretty spiteful of people who were mean to me as I felt they just didn’t like me because I wasn’t like them. But throughout my Christian walk, He has showed me that they are truly empty people inside who has no aim nor purpose and they only pick on people in a desperate attempt to fulfill something lacking inside of them. And my heart began to go out to them and I began to try to make friends and be nice to them instead or being all upset. Perhaps because of my upbringing and all, I have always had a low self esteem. But when Jesus came into my life, He told me I was special, I was important and I was perfect. And He begun to show me what I was good at, what He made me to do. Sure enough there were some things I couldn’t do, but God proved that He gave me enough to survive and do His purpose. And slowly I began to embrace what I could do and I began to just love myself (not in the narcissistic way of course!) for who He had created me.
He is also the hope and the light at the tunnel for me. During my tough patches when everything felt utterly useless and nothing seemed to be working out, He was my source of comfort and solace. I had a number of people asking me, How do you know God is true and they start citing how God hasn’t been good to them and etc. I do not know how to comfort them but to only say God never fails. And indeed, God had never failed me. Not a single time. And because of that I know whatever happens, I will be alright. Because God will make sure I’m alright. Every night when I look up at the stars, I am always reminded of something God said to me once. The star shines the brightest in the darkness and He will shine the brightest in my darkness as well. And so when I stare at the stars, I know, I know He is watching over me.
He also gave my life a meaning. I had always been a curious child wondering about why on earth I was here for. Even until now, when I look around at the people labouring aimlessly for money or chasing vainly after some form of relationship, I would still question, What for? God himself was the only answer that made emotional and intellectual sense to me. I mean what for go after let’s say money? For once you get a certain amount of money, you would want more and the cycle goes on. And my theory went, since that was so, then I might as well die right now since after I die, nothing matters. But now that I know God, suddenly everything I do has meaning because I know He sees it, I know I would be rewarded in heaven.
--Reflections.
I suffered from a case of misconception. I thought prayer walk meant something like walking around praying as what the name PRAYER WALK denotes. But apparently PRAYER WALK here meant walking around the estate, knocking on their doors, inviting them to our church.
But any case, it doesn’t matter since we are still doing God’s work. As a team, we had our fair share of unopened doors, hostile gestures but overall it was an eye opener.
To start off, It was absolutely appalling to know how unreached these people were. Coming from a mission school (ACJC) background where three to four in ten were Christian and all have heard about Jesus, it was easy to spread the Word around. But back in Woodlands, which is ironically, my homeground per se, out of let's say the 15 houses that opened up to us, only TWO were Christians with one of them a Catholic. The percentage is possibly lower since half the world wasn't home. And I start to wonder who actually bother to spread the gospel to these people?
While Edmund said most people would not reject a prayer, the contrary was true for us. Nobody wanted us to pray for them. And that made me wonder. I mean back in AC, we prayed for Christians and non Christians (and even Muslims) just like that and it made me wonder what made the neighborhood so different. Coming from a Chinese background myself I could guess why, the word PRAY had relation with things like joss sticks, kneeling down and extremely religious. I would not be surprised if they think praying for them means they would have to change their religions or something. Well, I was reminded of my own life before conversion and I started to realize, while it is important to spread the Good News, it is also as important to clarify some of their thoughts about Christianity. I mean, if people think that stepping into a church equate to becoming a Christian, then they wouldn’t even dare to step into a church and they might never even get to hear about Christ ever.
Another incident that affected me, though not exactly in the most holy sense, was the door that slammed upon us. Well, perhaps I was sensitive, but I mean, you either don't open the door but don't open it and say "I'm not interested" and slam it back as though you opened the door simply to scream at us to get off your back. And the most irriating thing of all was that, ti wasn't some cranky old woman but a teenager with make up on. It took me totally by surprise because technically we are supposed to be educated people right? On a side note, a few days later I found the same girl in the MRT station and I had a feeling that she recognized me.
One of the things I learnt from the trip was how to relate with unreached people. Well, like my dear CG said, SMILE. I think a smile brings us a long way. And second was to place yourself in a inferior position. In other words, instead of starting with, I’m going to share a gospel with you which places us as the superior ones who were bringing a message, starting with, We are sorry for the noise and the inconviences put us at a inferior position and they would be more open to listen about our sharings thereafter I think innately, the people know that they have the right to scream and shout at us and slam the door on us but they wouldn’t do it because by being nice to someone who was wrong in the first place, they would be gracious. And I guess people feel good about it. On a sidenote, I guess the difference between Christians is that, we do good because God was first good to us but for them to do good is a sad pursuit of self satisfaction.
The so-called sensitive groups caught my attention as well. On the optimistic side, they were really nice to us. They smiled and they said hi (I think many Christians are meaner than them) and I felt really comforted by their responses who pretty much soothed many of my personal fears. But on the pessimistic side, you realized they are pretty resistant to the gospel. As long as you said something on the lines of inviting them to church, they go (in a very nice way), I’m a Muslim. And the conversation kind of get stuck there. The question now is, what methods are there to spread the gospel to these people when they aren’t even willing to listen to you?
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I have an interesting journey out just now. Will post it later =)
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