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Title: Church-
Hey.
As I promenaded along the slope, enjoying every inch of cool dawn breeze that blows right before me, with the birds around chirping, singing in the name of God that gives a sense of serenity and accompanied by the faint sunlight which kicks start the day perfectly and frees the mind and soul from the yawns and drowsy eyes accumulated from the unfamiliar time to wake up and the late sleeps nights earlier. Everywhere was peaceful. And it seems like I was directed to where I should belong from the path I was taking as the light gets brighter as I take a step further into the building. That’s when Jesse McCartney’s songs came to my mind. All those acoustic and piano songs, along with the slow paced rhythm, just helped to raise the tempo with the sense of belonging even on new grounds. The coldness turned into warmness moments later.
Asking for donations were never talents of mine. Nonetheless, I took up the challenge. The smiles I was supposed to give; I know they are a must, yet they came all from the heart. Because the notion of giving items instead of demanding for money made me seem so warm. The entire environment was more of giving out of sincerity and goodwill rather than begging helplessly, especially when everyone we approached made us feel that sense of touch that we all understand each other with those who donated. The chemistry just seemed so strong, which was why giving sweets were the best moments I had.
I was going down the slope towards the main gate when a little girl was heading my direction. She looked real little, maybe for my height and everything, with a lovely little pair of spectacles that were circular and tiny while carrying a cute pink bag. Going the usual way, I went like this, “Hello! Would you like to have some sweets?” Thinking that it was doing a good deed, I bent my huge body down for her to take them. But think again. I seemed like a bad stranger that was tempting her. How innocent this poor little girl! Thank goodness I wasn’t evil. Really. Then she asked, “Can I take one for my sister please??” in that pleading and timid look which made me feel so bad if she couldn’t pick her lollipop up as she wished.
This little moment was one of the many that happened today. There were also kids who were quiet or felt like they wanted sweets but were afraid that their parents might not like that idea. I can’t quite remember, but here’s what happened. My mind was concentrating more on giving sweets to little kids, but apparently I missed a pair of girls who were walking past me quite slowly. When I realised them, I tried to ask from their backs but it appeared rude. Their mum said a ‘no thank you’, but I always thought girls of ages like 10 shouldn’t have a problem with controlling their teeth, which was when I walked up to the younger girl, where both of them were waiting beside a car for their mum. She hesitated, but took one for herself. I have no idea why, but probably just as she did, my mind was running at full speed. I was thinking, ‘Am I doing more harm than good? What if I get her into trouble?’ They never stopped, until she took the other one for her sis.
Then there were those grannies that rejected my sweets straight away. “No thank you,” they said. “But... they might make you healthier and sweeter!” I commented, but an immediate rejection came along, “No, old people like us might have diabetes. Not healthier...” in a convincing tone. Sometimes it turned into a slight conversation, but something’s for sure. They ended things with a smile. :) Still, the next moment they take their purses and coins out. Instantly, I felt like there’s warmth all over the community with those sums that were never small.
While there was time to make more flowers before the next session, the nine of us sat in an oval-shaped position. With a little zoom out, it was imaginable to see that we are just a tiny part that sits at one corner. Simple talks they might be, they helped us to know each others’ interests and find out our common goal. Lovely.
That’s why I love the church environment. Thanks jojo for suggesting your place!! (:
yup, so that's what happened (:
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(Sunday, 4 November 2007-) +11/04/2007 11:02:00 pm]*
Title: Church-
Hey.
As I promenaded along the slope, enjoying every inch of cool dawn breeze that blows right before me, with the birds around chirping, singing in the name of God that gives a sense of serenity and accompanied by the faint sunlight which kicks start the day perfectly and frees the mind and soul from the yawns and drowsy eyes accumulated from the unfamiliar time to wake up and the late sleeps nights earlier. Everywhere was peaceful. And it seems like I was directed to where I should belong from the path I was taking as the light gets brighter as I take a step further into the building. That’s when Jesse McCartney’s songs came to my mind. All those acoustic and piano songs, along with the slow paced rhythm, just helped to raise the tempo with the sense of belonging even on new grounds. The coldness turned into warmness moments later.
Asking for donations were never talents of mine. Nonetheless, I took up the challenge. The smiles I was supposed to give; I know they are a must, yet they came all from the heart. Because the notion of giving items instead of demanding for money made me seem so warm. The entire environment was more of giving out of sincerity and goodwill rather than begging helplessly, especially when everyone we approached made us feel that sense of touch that we all understand each other with those who donated. The chemistry just seemed so strong, which was why giving sweets were the best moments I had.
I was going down the slope towards the main gate when a little girl was heading my direction. She looked real little, maybe for my height and everything, with a lovely little pair of spectacles that were circular and tiny while carrying a cute pink bag. Going the usual way, I went like this, “Hello! Would you like to have some sweets?” Thinking that it was doing a good deed, I bent my huge body down for her to take them. But think again. I seemed like a bad stranger that was tempting her. How innocent this poor little girl! Thank goodness I wasn’t evil. Really. Then she asked, “Can I take one for my sister please??” in that pleading and timid look which made me feel so bad if she couldn’t pick her lollipop up as she wished.
This little moment was one of the many that happened today. There were also kids who were quiet or felt like they wanted sweets but were afraid that their parents might not like that idea. I can’t quite remember, but here’s what happened. My mind was concentrating more on giving sweets to little kids, but apparently I missed a pair of girls who were walking past me quite slowly. When I realised them, I tried to ask from their backs but it appeared rude. Their mum said a ‘no thank you’, but I always thought girls of ages like 10 shouldn’t have a problem with controlling their teeth, which was when I walked up to the younger girl, where both of them were waiting beside a car for their mum. She hesitated, but took one for herself. I have no idea why, but probably just as she did, my mind was running at full speed. I was thinking, ‘Am I doing more harm than good? What if I get her into trouble?’ They never stopped, until she took the other one for her sis.
Then there were those grannies that rejected my sweets straight away. “No thank you,” they said. “But... they might make you healthier and sweeter!” I commented, but an immediate rejection came along, “No, old people like us might have diabetes. Not healthier...” in a convincing tone. Sometimes it turned into a slight conversation, but something’s for sure. They ended things with a smile. :) Still, the next moment they take their purses and coins out. Instantly, I felt like there’s warmth all over the community with those sums that were never small.
While there was time to make more flowers before the next session, the nine of us sat in an oval-shaped position. With a little zoom out, it was imaginable to see that we are just a tiny part that sits at one corner. Simple talks they might be, they helped us to know each others’ interests and find out our common goal. Lovely.
That’s why I love the church environment. Thanks jojo for suggesting your place!! (:
yup, so that's what happened (:
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HEY EVERYONE!
Someone somehow at somewhere decided to find out on something somewhat sounded like the 'random quote of the day' at sometime of the day.
Never believe anything until it has been officially denied.
~Claud Cockburn (1904 - 1981)
So yes! You should be feeling optimistic about whatever that comes in life and NEVER BE AFFECTED BY THOSE WHO DEMORALISE YOU! STUDY HARD K! (:
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