There is no doubt that ever since I was young, I was born, trained, to serve, in church. My parents have brought me up well in that department. I still remember going to the church office after school, or learning Clown performance, so I can help out in Children Ministry, or playing guitar for caroling, and it was the same in Alor Star, with the drums, and now here in PJ, it’s really awesome, and not to mention as time goes by my horizons expand, to designing, video , drums, and all sorts.
But it really thrills me to serve in church, wherever that may be. My boss in Coffee Bean once asked me, whether I got payed to play drums for church, I said no, he got a little shocked and asked why, I just smiled. Knowing my reward isn’t here. =)
But honestly, if I ever stopped serving, that would be the death of me. I cannot imagine not serving. It’s so hard to go to church on a weekend and not do something, you know, whatever it is, running somewhere to get something, folding, decorating, wrapping, anything, as long as I’m playing a part, I’d be glad.
I find more joy playing drums for church than anywhere else, it’s more worth it.
But that’s just me. I can’t change that fact, that good ol’ fact. Heh.
What use are hands that cannot hold,
Or feet that cannot walk,
or heart that doesn’t yearn to serve.
My death will come when I am no longer capable of serving. Till that day arrives, no human being can stop me.
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