How often are we conscious of God’s presence in our midst?
Familiarity breeds contempt, so they say. That probably drowns my consciousness of God’s presence.
But on Wednesday, I had a change of routine. This week is Communic Asia Expo 2011 and I was on duty at Marina Bay Sand Convention Centre. Colleagues advised me to take the train there to avoid the exorbitant car parking price. OK, it has been a long time since I last took the Mass Rapid Transit and I have not even taken the Circle Line since it started operating.
In the train, a heard a lady about my age kept grumbling: “I am squeezed!” and the train I was in was not even fully packed. I was a bit irritated and start harboring ill feelings about her, when I felt within me whispering: “Don’t judge!” My mood immediately changed and I told myself that she was not feeling well. It was then that I heard her daughter asking her about her medication.
Hmmn, was God trying to teach me something?? Does God still speak to me? For me, whether God speaks loud and clear or the “still small voice” inside me speaking does not matter. What I need is able to response correctly to this “still small voice”. Maybe that is the way, God gets my attention …
… after the fire, came a gentle whisper … (1King 19:12)
Agape
