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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Day 45 - Leave your hands open

A long but wonderful day - woke up early to get the house sorted out and then rushed for mass at 915am. Yesterday and today I've been recruited by mum and her friends to share my journey with the kids at church. For those of you who don't know, Children's Liturgy is when they bring the kids out of church and give them a fun kids version of some parts of the mass.

So, being pentecost (the 50th day after easter and after Jesus was taken up into heaven and came back down to give the disciples the holy spirit) they thought my story would be quite apt - having ventured out and now hiding and afraid, needing something to fill them with courage to set out to do what they were meant to do.

With much anxiety I agreed to it - I said that it wouldn't be a problem if it was youths or adults, but kids? Scary.

It actually turned out quite well - I wasn't nervous once I was up in front all of them and they were so captivated by my story. I told them about how lucky we all are and about how those who have the least give the most - about how I was robbed and everything.

I told them, I had no money, no place to go, no friends, no food, no water, no mummy & daddy, there was only one thing I could turn to, you know who? And they all shouted, God!

So cute!

I was even thinking of approaching the youth teachers in church and offering to share with them - but this time about different issues.

Headed home and cooked - Jun joined us for mass and was a great help at home! - everyone came over and it was much fun. Haven't seen Dad's side so it was great seeing them. When it came time for them to leave I was so sad that I cried - I know it must have seemed really silly but I don't know if anyone understands what I'm feeling about leaving family and home again.

I'm still waiting for my pentecost flames to give me courage, y'know?

Anyway, some of them decided to stay on and I showed them pictures and notes from all the boys I met along the way - they said I was such a heartbreaker.

Mum, Jun and I headed to Speakers' corner for a demonstration for Aung San Suu Kyi's freedom. Met some great people including Braema Mathi, former AWARE president who now runs another Human Rights ASEAN foundation, MARUAH (it means Dignity in Malay), which she asked me to join and said I could work with them whether I'm in Singapore, Vietnam or Cambodia. Awesome!

1 comment:

  1. I think what you did was wonderful. Those children will remember you & your story for a long time to come. You have such a big heart.