|
on Sunday, December 31, 2006,4:15:00 PM
The Year Of Rest
Hey guys, in, like . . . 7 hours and 40 minutes from now it'll be 2007. But not for the Caucasians, right? Imagine half the earth already across the border and in the new year, while the other half is still awaiting that final stroke of the clock hand. Cool. Just came back from church at the Indoor Stadium, but that's not where we usually meet; it's usually at the Rock Auditorium at Suntec City, but the last Sunday and this one are special. Anyway, you know how in the Bible the seventh day is the Sabbath? Just like next year will be the seventh year? I guess so next year will be the year of rest. Pastor Prince was talking about this verse in the Bible,
'Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world.' 1 Peter 5:8
about how the devil does not cast troubles your way first, but about how the devil tries to shake you in your faith first, to take you from the peace in Jesus' embrace. Something like that. And that is so true. Really.
Anyway, I will be having dinner later on at some restaurant and then going on to my Maternal aunt's (I know people don't call their aunts that, but I wanted to let you understand) son's with his wife's new house. Well, technically, that would make him my cousin, but I don't think of him . . . or any of my Maternal relatives that way. I don't think of them as my cousins, or my aunts or uncles, or anything like that. Except maybe my grandpa. But it's a totally different scenario for my Fraternal side. I was closer to my dad's side from the start, the atmosphere, the people, the way they spoke, behaved, all appealed better to me. My mother's side are mostly Chinese educated, so their English sucks, and the way they behave, they speak, even the way their house looks and their religion, everything wasn't very . . . me. I attended a Christian kindergarten, so the seed of belief in Jesus was planted in me long ago, and as Pastor Prince was saying, for kids, once it's planted, it's like concrete. That's true, I guess. And two of my uncle's houses (blargh, I'm not used to thinking of them that way) have altars. With all the red lighting and the statues and everything. So not me. Plus, the eldest brother in my mom's family's house is filled with Buddhist artifacts, I promise you. Even when you're just coming up from the garage/gate you come to the top of the stairs you see a jade statue of the Kwan Yin or whatever. And everywhere you look, there're Buddhist artifacts, like hands or . . . you know. But my father's side, they were English educated, their houses were all fabulous, you know, just so classy and cool, they way they spoke, behaved, their religion, were much, much more . . . me, I guess. Plus, what am I supposed to do? If they have a kid, (that married guy's house I'm going to)- wait,don't even talk about a kid. What am I even supposed to think of his wife, which I don't really like, anyway, the reasons of which I will disclose later. Maybe I should call her 'couwife'. Haha. Right, I won't even talk to her.
Anyway, the reason I do not, absolutely not like her was the first impression she bestowed upon me. My grandma (Fraternal. I lived with her) had just died, and according to some stupid Chinese beliefs, it's unauspicious. But my mom was doing the makeup for her mom and some other people, and when we were finding our way round, we knocked on the door and she opened it and saw us. She gasped, and I mean gasped, and quickly closed the door in our faces. I remember feeling pissed off immediately. Then she got some other friend to talk to us and direct us. Well, that pretty much made me mad the rest of the night/evening/late afternoon, and we went home after that. See, the wedding invitation pretty much deffected itself once my grammy went home. So I miss my gram now, but she was a Christian, so I know she's gone home to Jesus anyway.
But still, I'm not really looking forward to going to her new house anyway. I'll probably despise her kid if she has one anyway, because of the stupid rotten mother, but hey, you know what they say, first impressions last forever.
So for closing, I'm just gonna say this. Anyone who wants to come to church with me, please tell me. And don't hold back, it'll change your lives. I know because I held back too, initially.
Come, Year Of Rest.
|