Thanksgivings - "More Than That!"

Thank God so much for the past few days, and esp how He answered my prayers.

Thank God so much for the good time running with my colleague Alex, and more than that, how he managed to find me in that vast crowd... 'cos was praying specifically, asking God to help me find Alex and run together with him the entire 10 km... AND to be able to keep up with him! And everything turned out even better than i expected! :D and got to know Alex's friend too... it was a really good time chatting with these two guys, very blessed by them honestly. :D

thank God also managed to meet Peter, HQ, Sarah, Solongo together with Alex. :D great time of chatting too.

thank God also for today, for the timely call to Weizhu. Wanted to call him for dinner, and it turns out that he's at home resting because he's sick. So visited him tog with HC and we had a good time of dinner and fellowship. :D

more than that, i was approached by a credit-card salesman, and the offer looked quite good, actually, so sat down to read through the terms and conditions. then the salesman started chatting more about himself (not his goods), and i was blessed by his sincerity - which i think is rather rare nowadays... turns out he's studying part-time in SIM. anyway, he asked me where i was going after this, and i told him that i was going to visit a friend who was sick, and dabao-ing dinner for him.

the salesguy said thoughtfully, "wow. such friends are very rare nowadays."

so i sensed an opportunity to drop a hint... "yah. thank God indeed..."

and the guy nodded and replied, "yes, thank God for such friends."

ah! he could be a fellow Christian. in these days of secularised smooth and shallow talk, such conversations seem, to me, like the innocently-drawn fish symbol by persecuted christians of roman times.


so that was today, and not to mention the friendly taxi-driver who shared with me a very interesting history from the army days of the 70s', when gangsters still ruled singapore during the post-Japanese occupation period. of how everyone in a platoon could belong to secret societies, and why that platoon sergeant, even tho the army training was tougher then, didn't dare mess with his recruits even tho the sergeant himself was from a gang...

... because all his recruits could belong to ten other gangs.

so one gangster sergeant versus ten gangs of ten gangster recruits - the odds would be literally a hundred to one.

so i guess that was army welfare for '70s soldiers. :P

interesting!