Tuesday, March 01, 2011
march on
no wonder the old folks say that time flew by them without them noticing it. work life really does make the days feel that much shorter. the only memorable events now only occur during the weekends. every monday is a countdown to friday night. and after the countdown the weekend passes in a blur, and then the countdown starts again. in a year there are 52 such blurs, and suddenly it's the next year. for me it's not yet 2 months and i'm feeling it already.
last sunday was the last weekend of sunday service at expo. expo, to me, is church. although i started attending church at the jurong west building, it was not until after the services moved to expo that i really began attending church and cell group regularly. and in the past few years so much had happened, so many memories, that tears just came to my eyes when pastor said that it was going to be city harvest's last service at expo.
expo was where i truly believed. it was where my faith was tested. it was where i found a family of friends. it was where my hopes and dreams grew. it was where i loved and foolishly lost. it was where i struggled to face God again. it was home to me on sundays. and it always welcomed me back whenever i was lost and lost again. as with most things, i never really knew how important it was a place to me, until the realization that i wouldn't be there again for a long time.
with the beginning of march marks the end of a chapter to both my church and my life. but as the church marches on to greater heights, i march on in my life.
no wonder the old folks say that time flew by them without them noticing it. work life really does make the days feel that much shorter. the only memorable events now only occur during the weekends. every monday is a countdown to friday night. and after the countdown the weekend passes in a blur, and then the countdown starts again. in a year there are 52 such blurs, and suddenly it's the next year. for me it's not yet 2 months and i'm feeling it already.
last sunday was the last weekend of sunday service at expo. expo, to me, is church. although i started attending church at the jurong west building, it was not until after the services moved to expo that i really began attending church and cell group regularly. and in the past few years so much had happened, so many memories, that tears just came to my eyes when pastor said that it was going to be city harvest's last service at expo.
expo was where i truly believed. it was where my faith was tested. it was where i found a family of friends. it was where my hopes and dreams grew. it was where i loved and foolishly lost. it was where i struggled to face God again. it was home to me on sundays. and it always welcomed me back whenever i was lost and lost again. as with most things, i never really knew how important it was a place to me, until the realization that i wouldn't be there again for a long time.
with the beginning of march marks the end of a chapter to both my church and my life. but as the church marches on to greater heights, i march on in my life.