THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Just read Nel's blog
here. I cried.
To Nel:
I often remember how many times I made you angry, or disappointed or sad. I always wanted to live up to the role of a CL and leader. I've learnt through the camp, though, that that's not what I'm supposed to do that. I've to be led and grown into the role. Led by the Spirit, and grown into a leader. God has always reminded me that time is limited. I won't blame my personality or what. I should take the responsibility. I really really really really really really really really look up to you as a leader and model for my life and want to become a leader, if only I can share the life transformation testimony that God meant for everybody. I won't waste anymore time le. Alvin's chicken pox really got me thinking. No more distractions.
And then I went on to Liyan's blog. My apologies for being a silent visitor. I'm really looking forward to evangelism tomorrow. I know I do not have as much faith as I want to have, but I'll grasp as much as I can and bring it to the frontline. After hearing from Alvin (through the phone), about several leaders, I can't help but wish that I could be like them. Nevertheless, I'm positive about the future, because I know where God wants me to be and for what. There will be trials ahead. I pray that I can stand up to them...
Concurrently, I was talking to Heng Yu.
If there's a deeper love I can grow for my sheeps, I'd love to grow it. If there's anything more that I can do for my sheeps, I'd love to do it. Not hard being stumped sometimes. Not easy trying to pick up and reconsider. But everytime I think of where Heng Yu will be if not for God, I dread to give up. God help this shepherd help his sheep. I'm glad to take up any challenges and problems. Fear is a common problem. Faith is uncommon valour.
My pastoral is key.
Psychedelic;
10:12 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
