The world is in need

It's time to go home now. So pack my laptop and head towards the door. I say goodbye to one or two colleagues on the way and head towards the lift. You know the drill. As we walk towards the exit of the building, I take a deep breath. Once again I have to pass through an area where bird-droppings are more common and leaves falling off from the trees. I guess this is how the world repays us for working hard.

 

Then someone lights a cigaratte as we pass through the non-smoking sign. I give a disgusted look, but make sures that no one sees it. I react to a disgusting act, but I don't want pick a fight. Along the way to the train station, there's a bus stop, and there I see more people smoking. And I don't see anyone near them.

 

I see more of them at the train station. The low roof and the weird bridge I passed is already depriving the fresh air I need, but they don't bother to care for others. I meet another one along the way to my dad's car, here to fetch me back home. She as well, couldn't wait till she walked to a wider area where everyone else can avoid her easily, or at least think they could. I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that my dad isn't a smoker.

 

So why does these smokers have to smoke? Why do they do it in public? Why can't they wait till they're alone to feed their addiction? Can't they consider others? In spite of their addiction problem, don't they have enough good in them to be considerate and caring? How about those who drink and drive? What about those who sexually abuse others? Why can't they control themselves?

 

I come to a conclusion that someone with a problem will most likely trouble and hurt others as well. A gambling uncle can't stop asking for money and just can't discontinue his bad habit. A man's devotion to work causes him to lose his family. A druke driver kills an innocent kid, throws a family into mourning and shock, and be thrown to prison himself, leaving behind a family that is dependant on him for income.

 

I'm only mentioning small portions of the issues faced by the society. Where are the solutions to these problems, these illness of society? Sure, law with greater punishments are in place now, but aren't we still going on a decline? The world as it is now is going on a downhill slide, and we need something fast.

 

Lunch (1)

If it weren't for my desire to spend more quality time with my colleagues, I would have avoided many unpleasant lunches. There are 2 things about them that I find everyone of us. Something rather obvious and undeniable.

First one, is the weird behaviour of returning to something bad with the knowledge and experience that it's bad. We know the food is lousy and expensive. The boss is angry that we choose to enter their restaurant and pay them money they don't deserve. Not forgetting also their extremely slow delivery and almost predictable forgetfulness...

But still we go, because it's within our comfort zone. We don't really like it, but we don't mind settling for low quality - as long as we are fed. We laugh it all off and pretend to be enjoying ourselves. We somehow manage to distract ourselves and our lunch-mates with petty conversations and rather lame jokes. It's only when we get back to our respective stations that we feel the regret, the loss, and our minds become occupied with "Lunch was bad. Lunch was really bad"... Lunch time has become a routine. It's just something we do in between the working day so that we can get our minds off of our jobs.

Now, if you know me, you know I'm not really talking about lunch, even though I am. I'm talking about the fact that we, humans, tend to settle for the easy, comfortable, safe way of doing things. We tend to dwell upon things that aren't really good, and we don't really care. Why do we settle for the ordinary or the good, when we can go for the best?

I'll leave it as that for now. Do read this. It's really good.

My Dream

It's my birthday today - 21 years old. My supervisor couldn't believe it and suggested that I get a plastic surgery. He said I look older than my age, and I don't blame him. When I was 18, a church member thought I was 24. But it doesn't really matter, I know who I am.

My brother, who is now in Australia studying song-writing and theology, asked the right question. He asked me 'how does it feel being a 21-year old?'... It feels like it's way past to make an impact here on earth. It feels like I'm living on borrowed time, solely on grace alone... There's a mission that has to be accomplished, there's a dream that must be fulfilled, there's a hope that must be passed on, there's a script to be completed, there's a story that needs an ending, there's more love to give...

But as I say to my youth group, the Dream-Giver isn't interested in what we do or accomplish - that's how the world measures your worth. Yes, the world judges facts. They look at your certificates, at your trophies, at your bank account, your accomplishments and failures... What He really wants is YOU. And so He looks into your heart. The Dream-giver, in my opinion, dreams not to have things done, but that His creation fulfills their purpose, their function.

So really, this is my dream - to fulfill the Dream-giver's dream - to be all He has destined me to be from the very beginning. And so as I continue to write a script about knowing the Father's love, I allow Him to be the mastermind of it all.