Return to faith

I haven’t really written anything about anything spiritual for the most part of this year. My intimate encounter with God whilst I was struggling to find a job, fearing about the uncertainty and steadfastly holding on a glimmer of His promise, seemed like a distant memory now. In its place, is the constant day-to-day work issues – things to analyse, projects to worry – and the niggling question inside, what other things that are in store for me in life? In other words, is this it? I have asked myself this question on numerous occasions and I’m sure that as I get older, I will continue to do so.

I came across Mitch Albom’s latest book Have a Little Faith on Friday, and couldn’t resist myself. I have read all of his previous books and enjoyed them as well – his fiction works are a tad melodramatic but I was really enchanted by Tuesdays with Morrie. I will write more about my review about the book – but having read three-quarters of it makes me want to recommend it to my friends. The topic may seem heavy or religious but the book is written in a light-hearted manner – not too preachy, and bitey enough to be thought-provoking.

One of the reasons why I don’t like reading a lot of so-called Christian books about faith, God, and our relationship with Him, is that I don’t like to be preached on. I like to be advised but not patronised, encouraged but not cajoled, rebuked but not belittled. A lot of those books seem so preachy and self-righteous. I know that I shouldn’t fall into the same trap, that’s why I make a conscious effort to be silly, to muck around with my friends at church, and try my best to be approachable, to be more patient, and to tolerate their youthful enthusiasm and ‘foolishness’. Hahahahaha. 😀

Back to the book, it has made me revisited my faith and made me remember all the people from my childhood who have contributed to my spiritual quest. I remember my old Sunday School teachers like Tante Anny, Oom Ronny, or Oom Andre – they were probably my age when they taught the children and invested themselves to tell stories and to introduce us to God. It’s because of their hardwork, prayers and faith as well that I am here, still holding on to God, thirty-something years later.

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I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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