mossadance

went for tracting after sunday school today. basically, we knock on doors, and give out really cool fliers [believe me] for vacation bible school. 29th nov to 2nd december, for kids 5-10. went to some hdb blks at tiong bahru and just started knocking, slotting, doorbell pressing, sweating, enjoying every bit of it.

well. had a creamy. cake during sunday school. it's the second time im eating tht cake this second-half-of-the-year. mum bought it before. so..so.nothing. er, it was a noble cake-eating time, cos we sort of ate it for the birthday boy, who's down with dengue. [some things are meant to be, some cakes are meant for me. - though then again, i would be fine without that cake for a second time]

was saying i enjoy tracting, cos seriously, to be able to 'sell off' something on the spot, is not easy. u don't know who ur audience is till that second that person opens the door. i mean, we're not putting salvation and church and stuff on 'sale' but im just trying to say, its at least, to non-believers, a package, a promotion; another salesman. [or saleswoman]

u have to know what to say, like, if u see an old man looking super annoyed and closing the door even before u speak, some will say 'sorry'. but, really, i think it's this short episode of peer-manipulation. the old man could be really curious about what you're there for, he's just, trying to put on airs, like..the usual resident's attitude - 'what..another salesman asking for my favour...be done and over with it'. it's more effective just to lighten up and go, 'hey, i've got a free lantern for you...' ahem. Singaporeans, at the word 'free', they loosen up, u see the ten frown lines at the brows drop to 3, just showing how he is failing at his game of hiding his interest. then u go on, 'u free on midautumn festival?' we've got a really good and FREE performance just for you. there, he tightens up again, 'what...wad performance from another church, want to convert me isit'...then shoot him a line of 'you don't have to go, really. i really want to hand u this pamphlet. i hope u like the lantern', byebye UNCLE [though he's an old man]..lala..end of the game.

ok.that was a real generalisation. a light-hearted something. of course there are real scary moments like..when people are totally hostile towards you, they point to their altars and say, 'do u see the religion'. poor aunty clara had to say..oh...okok.. yea..well, it's just another door, just God's plan. so be it.

we went for two blocks, but so many families were out. so, there was a lot of tract-slotting. we heard dog vocals display too..they shld be really small dogs..but my...they are loud. on the way back, i had a 380N weight sit on me, cos we were squeezing into the car back to church. [to think the low petrol light was blinking when we set off, we were lucky to make it back to church..]

hm...had a thought during sunday school that i go for tracting for two main reasons, one is the main purpose,the primary reason to tell of God's love to the neighbourhood and stuff, to bring forth good news, [and have beautiful feet, ha, sry], but the other reason is really, doing such groundwork i believe, is the only way u can really open up ur eyes, move out of ur 'zone'. not neccessarily 'comfort zone' cos..well..everywhere is a comfort zone. He's been everywhere, and He's everywhere, and He's the one who sets the ground for us! yea. i look forward to rejections. that's where the challenge lies. I dunno, but one way to show ur love is really when people are hostile towards you, and you still have that gaze, that cheerful tone. that beats the wind outta them- not that we're out to do that!

where else do u get rejection so free. no. its not because my life's been so smooth-sailing that i have to yearn for tracting opportunities annually to get a taste of rejection. well, let's just put it this way. rejection comes in so many forms, and this kind of slam-door-rejection, is the most out-right kind of rejection, its within ur control. it does not do you eternal harm if you have that right attitude. its not that national exam whereby u purposely scribble wrong stuff to get 'rejected' to college or something. this type of rejection's different. that's where it's valuable. that's where it's rare. that's where it is...just...something i feel grateful for. we aren't always grateful for rejection, are we? it's a gd training ground. not that you'll become some superhuman where no rejection can shoot u down or discourage you of course...

hm...i am regaining momentum since Friday...im really afraid of boredom. then again, let's hope i engage myself in purposeful activities this september holidays. the june holidays left me really dissappointed with myself. so much so even my mum came up to me and said that she was dissappointed with how i spent my june holidays. it was obviously horrible. i really don't want that to happen again, ever. its in my hands. pastor timothy said..look at ur hands..say they are miracle hands..

i sense i'll be going through some 'lows' in life. i'm just slowly wading across this mess. but with God's help. everything's going to be so cool, i tell you, i bet you. but no doubt, it's going to be difficult.

thought: but if there are lows and life's a wavelength, that means, i'll be anticipating a new 'high' again, will i? [don't tell me that after the 'high' its another 'low'] don't tell me, cos when its a low, i'll just reask this question. its more...optimistic. goodnight.

kmli blogged at 9/05/2005 02:09:00 PM

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