On Monday, some RP students and I had dinner at Plaza Sing and because it was too noisy one of them suggested that we go out to pray. He said he knew a quiet place nearby and so we followed him. After walking about 5-10min, we reached a small taxi stand which was wet because of the rain...and we stood and prayed for one another. It was a fresh experience of prayer.. I haven't prayed in a taxi stand before, except when I needed patience in the long queue haa.. Well, that's something I'll remember whenever I'm in a taxi stand I guess:)
“No man is greater than his prayer life. The pastor who is not praying is playing; the people who are not praying are straying. The pulpit can be a shop window to display one’s talents; the prayer closet allows no showing off. Poverty-stricken as the Church today in many things, she is most stricken here in the place of prayer. We have many organizers, but few agonisers; many players and payers, few pray-ers; many singers, few clingers; lots of pastors, few wrestlers, many fears, few tears; much fashion, little passion, many interferers, few intercessors; many writers but few fighters. Failing here, we fail everywhere.” - Leonard Ravenhill, 'Why Revival Tarries'
We spent the morning after fishball mee @kopitiam at a small park nearby, sitting on a bench with the playground before us. There were noises-birds cooing, kids playing and cars whizzing. It was still serene. I looked at him and he did his bad-man eyebrow twitch. "What?" "Flirting with you. Okok I'm irritating you." "Thanks ar" Half the time, after every few sentences, I have to go back and explain which "Jason" I was talking about, or rephrase a sentence. And I got super irritated. "I'm in a box ma" "Which one?" A friend recently told me we are an interesting couple. "You are blur and he's straight." Well, yep that's us, interestingly, for better or for worse.
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