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wondering about Singapore

we were talking about race and class issues in soci tutorial the other day and for once, sociology had a practical application for me. to help me understand the frustration that i feel, has a basis and explanation.

i think, beyond my own tendencies to be over-conservative, there are totally decent reasons why we can afford to be more classless and raceless. One: God is. Second, it's hard to reconcile racist jokes and the fact that you have friends and people you like who are of those races. i was totally convicted that i still held a lot of views that i wouldn't want to be on the other side of.

Pastor really drummed the message in this week -preach it Pastor! Thank God that He is able to do a work in me, regardless of my narrow-mindedness and stubbornness. I know there's a lot of views I've to change, but I'm glad that I'm on the way. That I'm in a church that will be committed to transform lives and mindsets, that we'd actively be on the way to emulate Jesus, means more than I can say right now.

And that is why I give. and will continue to give. because if my God is real, then He will provide. and if my God is real, then I've no basis not to believe 100% with my actions. And i guess, beyond that, I can't explain why else we'd fly against human logic, to give in a time of economic crisis. But boy does it feel good to be part of something greater than myself =)


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