Wednesday, August 02, 2006  1:04 AM
Kissing freedom goodbye
It's a little strange being in the last week of holidays, because I can't imagine reverting my life back to that. Being stuck in the west with food that is less than palatable, air that smells like burning cocoa and no signs of the sea within a 10km radius.
But it's been a good week past as the holidays draw to a close. With Campus Crusade FOC filling up the whole of last week, I think I've finally found what I'm really seeking in the next semester. Although I'm committed to numerous committees and there'll be many meetings and trainings to come, somehow I know that this is what I really want to do. To be able to serve God on campus, and to be a living testimony for Him. I'm apprehensive, definitely, and more frightened than my exterior portrays at what the next semester is going to be and how all this is going to affect my life - whether God will bring me regular disciples unlike myself the whole of last year, whether I'm ready to actually lead a discipleship group, whether I'm good enough to write for the Crusade newsletter, whether I'm worthy to serve in the worship team - I'll need your prayers as I step out of my comfort zone and into a world that I'd never thought would be mine. And for those who don't already know the hermit that I am, I dislike change with a vengeance.
But Crusade camp was good despite getting dirty and smelly and running till my leg muscles ached. However, I took a few precautionary measures. I avoided getting too dirty on the spreadsheet covered in dark sauce and flour by using only my hands and legs, prayed that nobody would actually throw that disgusting bag of rotten egg yolk and squashed papaya at me during Captain's Ball although I ran around pretending to look active and chose the safest position during the passing water-bomb game. I loved Spongebob Squarepants even though we were always the last ones to sleep, to breakfast or to anywhere, for that matter. For some reason, our quiet time in the morning and buzzing sessions at night lasted approximately an hour more than the other teams. The worship sessions and testimonies also impacted me greatly and I left camp with 'Let Your Glory Fall' on repeat mode in my head. The balmy nights were memorable with long conversations with Jules about how some people look tall, and some short, how the world looks different from a shorter person's perspective as opposed to a taller one and the breakthrough that we didn't wear accessories or makeup at camp. We talked with the cold air forming mist on the foliage across the road until we slowly drifted off to sleep at the bus stop.
And talking about back to school outfits - a new top and a siren-red patent clutch that will be part of the glam bag collection ensued today after Ben & Jerry's by a most interesting fountain. And that's my third new top this week. I tried convincing my dad to give me some money for 'school uniforms', with the theory that in secondary school and junior college, he gave me money for new school uniforms and now I should get some for back to school clothes. But it didn't quite work on him. Fathers don't see logic at all.
Let Your glory fall: -
Father of creation
Unfold Your sovereign plan
Raise up a chosen generation
That will march through the land
All of creation is longing
For Your unveiling of power
Would You release Your anointing
Oh God let this be the hour
Let Your glory fall in this room
Let it go forth from here to the nations
Let Your fragrance rest in this place
As we gather to seek Your face
Ruler of the nations
The world has yet to see
The full release of Your promise
The church in victory
Turn to us Lord and touch us
Make us strong in Your might
Overcome our weakness
That we could stand up and fight
Let Your glory fall in this room
Let it go forth from here to the nations
Let Your fragrance rest in this place
As we gather to seek Your face
Let Your kingdom come
Let Your will be done
Let us see on earth
The glory of Your son
3 comment(s). Your thoughts?
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