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I’ve been chewing on this. Do give it some thought.

Who is the person you would share your sorrows with?

The friend you are closest to? The one whom you meet up the most frequently? The one who listens to you the most?

For me, I would pick the friend I’m most comfortable with…

Then the second question:

Who is the person you would share your joy with, first?

Generally, we would love to share our joy with everyone; the people whom we see, whoever that cross our path while we receive the joyous news. Hence I added the word “first”. When you know you aced your national exams, received an award or won a medal, who is the first person you would dial on your mobile phone to share the news with? That person would be different from the rest.

I think I would share it to the person that will rejoice with me the most…

I pray this makes you more aware of those who are important to you.

If there’s one thing that really blows my fuse instantly, it would be getting hung up by someone just like that. It is just PURE rudeness and disrespect. There was no “byes” or whatsoever, just the click of the phone.

I just had done to me.

It was an accident of course; clarified and dismissed casually. However, this incident really made my head  started to whirl with many thoughts.

How many times did we just hung up on God just like that?

All that overnight prayers that never had an “Amen”; all the silent prayers that were interrupted by friends that were eager to talk to us.

I’m sorry God.

I know the church should not be a hospital, it should be an army. But even the army has a hospital!
-Angela Soh

I have (perhaps) come to realize how to benchmark faith tangibly.

Our faith is not only measured in our beliefs, but in our disappointments. Disappointment fundamentally stems from failed expectations. We get disappointed because we place our faith in something we trust. We can say that we truly believe in somebody, but that can be merely lip service. True faith is only reveal in the presence of disappointment. This is why our enemies never disappoint us; we expect only that much (or that little).

Hence, only those who are disappointed with God can profess to have truly placed their faith in Him. Not that God ever fails, just that our expectations are flawed to begin with. How can we say that we believe in God’s healing powers yet not be disappointed when the ill are not healed? Either we are really mature, or we did not expect the healing to occur in the first place. Come to think of it, it is little wonder why children cry easily; their child-like faith made them easily disappointed by the numbed adults around them.

Faith asks for the gambles of undiluted joy or intense sorrow. She would have none of that in-between nonsense.

And they said the issue with humanity was poverty…
We need forgiveness, not economics…

Title: Breathe Me
Artist: Sia

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there’s no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I’m needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I’ve lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I’m needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

“The public memory is 10 days long.”

We reacted along with the others, we sympathized with the hurt, we pondering in their disbelief, yet didn’t we forget them like the rest?

9-11 Attacks, Aceh Tsunami, Bali Bombings, Hurricane Katrina, not forgetting the latest: Virginia Tech Shootings.

You know who remembers? Only those that have been hurt. Those that experienced a personal loss. For the rest, its always end up being something statistical. 30 dead, hundreds homeless, thousands wounded. Yet, we all can’t help but ask THE question:

Where is God when that happened -upon further distillation- Why, God?

Somehow, I think only those hurting few deserved to get an answer. Those that have lost, those that will never forget, those that will always remember. Then again with much irony to the author of this post…

God remembers.

The first essay.
Finally out. Please feel free to give comments on the comment link below or you can also email your personal comments to me at zachary.thedreamist@gmail.com

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