Dark charcoal-ed grayish clouds dominate the sky, accompanied by fierce forceful storms and dreadful gusts, not forgetting the thunders and lightnings, trouncing the sky and instilling jitters in every soul. Ironically, just everything disperses, as if quicker than a blink of an eye, and the souls are calmed and composed again. What is more essential is the fact that the sky is now filled with birds and bees, soothing light blue surfacing the great sunlight, and thus reflecting a stunning rainbow. This is the moment where all souls of the earth are filled with nothing but awe, mesmerized by this magnificent creation and contrast, nothing but fear, for the Almighty One.
I don't know, the rainbow thingo just spontaneously came to my head so I thought I'd just write it down. How amazing that amid the lengthy relentless storms, God could simply calm it and bring in the Sun and the rainbow, where the sky reflects all of his beauty and love for us. The attacks on churches in recent times is something new, something somewhat shocking, hostile, unbelievable. And I'm thankful that the situation is subsiding and not as serious as how you might perceive it to be. I like what Keith wrote in one of his Facebook statuses (i might as well copypaste it here): "Lord when we suffer help us not to ask for the pain to stop but for the strength to persevere and endure. Help us to turn our cheeks and bless those who curse us and help us to love one another." If you carefully think about it, it is one of the most basic request God ask in us - to love one another.
And also, today feels different. Perhaps alongside a little bit of my typical reflective mood, I stayed behind after my Sunday School worship duty, observing the person on the microphone, the parents, the kids, the rest chit chatting away, and just everything surrounding my presence; I felt strangely emotional. There was this particular boy (his name is Clarence if im not mistaken) I feel as if I'm specifically 'assigned' to observe him. He could be hyper at one moment, quiet another, rebellious after, that sometimes it reminds me of myself. His dad was there, looks pretty young for a father, and i later discovered they are pretty new (around one year). Clarence goes around disturbing people, creating annoyance sometimes, and everything but paying attention to the program, and at one point dad has to drag him to one corner to tell him off nicely. He refused to take the rm1 from dad for offering and when dad did he cried so hard, as if he has just lost a thousand times more than the amount. I with the Garfield notepad somehow managed to overturn his emotions, and like how a stormy sky becomes bright day light in no time, Clarence was cheerful once again and more well-behaved. Throughout the whole period, I had this strong sense of sympathy (or however you would want to describe it) for the father (or mum too). How much you love your child despite him being at his worst attitude (and worse, at such a young age) and the need to be constantly patient. I was thinking, what if Clarence's parents actually screw up their emotions and start spanking him? The look on dad's face told me otherwise, but I wouldn't know it anyway. But just basically, the enormous indescribable feeling i got by observing the whole situation made me ponder a lot about it. I actually prayed silently in my heart that the parents would be patient with him and take good care of him whilst continuing to bring him to SS/church, and that Clarence would behave himself and learn more about God.
Damn, it was too emotional then, and i still don't know why.
p.s i wish i could post up pictures of Clarence or his dad or a rainbow or whatever, unfortunately i don't have a camera. sors.
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