I remember talking with tears of conviction when sharing to fellow friends; hoping to share something that gripped me so much.
Then a different season entired my life. Of pain, till I could feel no more and became numb. Of tears, where I could cry no more.
I still went to church, but I heard words, not truth. Sang but not praise. Gained knowleged but not conviction.
And thus, for 3 years I never could bring myself to go back to Petaling Street Ministry-even though by then my sister was involved.
I could not go to serve the homeless, because I did not know myself what goes God's love meant. How to make sense of God in this broken world. I did not want to say words I did not mean and talk of a God I did not know......
....But....somehow there is a new stirring in my heart. Little reminders in
A church that God has brought me to that is passionate for the lost.
A new young adults cg of ppl who are concerned about social justice
A fellow intern who despite his busy-ness has gone out of his way to befriend the homeless in the city (where as I cannot even be nice to nurses I work with everyday)
A random facebook message about the street ministry
And wonder of wonders, I now have that little teary voice (HAHA) when I talk about what I truly hope for......(although it is quite impossible to happen)
and so even though I do not like to turn my blog into youtube, this song does hold some meaning...especially the words...Stepping forward keep us from just singing
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Отличная статья! большое спасибо автору за интересный материал. Удачи в развитии!!! :)
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