the poor life
Today, a most powerful sermon had been preached. And I felt so blessed to hear it.Rev Chiu Ming Li is really quite an extraordinary man. His style of delivery was amazing - the gentleness yet firmness of his voice allowed his heartfelt message to strike deep into the hearts of the congregation. "God in our midst" was a deceptively boring title - it was anything but. He serves in prison missions, and was telling us how God had been real to the prisoners, offering them a new lease of hope despite them feeling worthless. He showed us how God had been real to the victims of crime by allowing them to let go of their hatred, shame and fears. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, he reminded us how often we forget that sometimes we, too, are entrapped in our own prisons, through our personal hatred, addictions, fear and even pride.
The one sentence he said that struck me the most was, the people who are truly broken-hearted are not those who cry. The people who are truly broken-hearted are the ones who are unable to shed anymore tears because their hearts have hardened due to the protective layer they have created around it.
I teared.
I'm seldom this touched by a sermon. The genuinity and sincerity with which he delivered his message warmed my heart deeply. Poverty in Singapore is truly more terrifying than in less-developed countries. Imagine being the small minority of the truly poor in a supposed first world country, whereas in less-developed countries, there is at least tiny joy in having companionship in sufferings. Sigh. The comforts I enjoy suddenly seem sinful.
posted by solitude @ 11:25 PM
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