When I saw Helen's mail in my in-box, i knew something was up. Helen is not the type to email... she always says she doesn't know how to fiddle faddle with her PC - its a complete mystery to her apparently... so for her to email is most unusual to say the least... and indeed, it was to be a rare ocassion - she was headed back to sunny M'sia and stopping over a couple of days in KL, for once. That had me scrambling to somehow pull together a gathering of whoever are in KL to welcome our dear grande dame home. So it was, that on a Sunday nite, 2 guys and 4 gals from the BM/HS gang met up with her, and with each other. Ha ha, as i said, it takes a homecoming M'sian to get local-ites to gather!
Helen is... well, Helen. She hasn't forgotten her Hokkien, despite all her years in Aussieland, notwithstanding her definite 'ang mo kau' accent. The couple of hours we sat gathered around a table of KL's famous (ie famous to all except me, the 'katak dibawah tempurung' who doesn't venture out much, and definitely not to such 'hi-fi' places) Sky Bar on the 33rd floor of a hotel whizzed past much too quickly. So we ladies just had to plop ourselves down on the lobby cushions for some 'extra time'. If not for the fact that some of us had to work the next day, i venture we would still have been sitting around till the counter staff chased us out!
For me, it was also a really once-in-a-blue-moon chance to see the 2 guys; and meet their wives and Hock Seng's 3 pretty princesses. As we recalled the names of the others, it was with a tinge of nostalgia in my heart, remembering our school years, when all we had on our agenda was exams and pimples.
Now, i can only guess at how full some of our lists are - probably can churn out spread-sheets galore! And so we say we have no time; got so many 100001 things to do. Actually surely time has always been there for all of us. God has always given 24 hrs a day to each of us; no less no more than when were 15, as now when we are 50. So really its merely a matter of choice what we do with those 24 hrs. I could spend it getting bogged down with worries about my kids, my job, my watever... or I could spend it getting focused on the things of God . I could either work an extra hour (doing stuff, more of which will still be there tomorrow, and never is finished anyway), or pray an extra hour instead (which however will not add anything to my earthly bank account). The first may earn me a promotion up the corporate ladder, (and with it, more stuff to do ); the latter blesses my heart with the peace of God that transcends all human understanding.
I made my choice 8 years ago when Jesus knocked on my door...someone once quizzed me, how is it that when everyone aims to climb up the ladder, i appear to be climbing down. Ahh, i tell this fren of mine, you see, we are climbing different ladders....
..."So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal"...2 Cor 4:18
