Saturday, September 18, 2010

Calvary Care Home Mini-Camp At Paya Rumput III

John slept on the sofa the two previous nights. According to him, he always woke up automatically at around 5am. So he was the first person I talked to after I started my day in the kitchen at 6am. Albert was the next person to join our conversation. Having transferred from the living room the first night to the VIP guestroom the second night, he managed to gain some sleep to recharge the battery.

David was also one who did not stay long in bed. This time, I could not offer him any swimming pool outing. So I let him be immersed in the nice smell of garlic bread.

My foster son's gluttony "virus" spread to Albert who, since the second morning, had been claiming his special order of kaya-butter toasts and coffee-chocolate drinks. He observed what David had, then he also wanted the same, if not more. He ended up being the last contented person to quit the dining table.

We were supposed to have Sis Christine as our guest speaker in the morning. To save Albert's trouble of travelling several times, I suggested that we rescheduled her talk so that she could take her time to minister to the boys and spend the night at my house and go to church with us the next day.

After David and Matthew left with George who had come as a family to fetch them for tuition, there were six of us left. Albert asked John to organize some indoor games.

This time, he himself became an active participant.

Last December, we saw the boys playing the musical chairs at Avillion Legacy. Nine months later, I was competing with four guys whose big buttocks were all powerful enough to squeeze out mine.

At 5pm, Albert left with his car to send John to church for his music practice, brought Matthew and David back from the tuition centre and picked our third guest speaker in town. I was very glad to have this occasion to receive Sis Christine since the eve of the prayer meeting at St John's Hill last November.

Recovering from a bad cough, she somehow looked energetic. During the teaching session, she urged the boys to take their moves to come forward individually for repentance.

She also reminded us that Jesus is in the midst of us when we worship the Lord together.

Next, she asked us to stretch our arms and imagine the physical suffering of Jesus who was hanging on the cross. Albert and I took turns to count a hundred. After about five minutes, this elderly woman still had no problem keeping her arms lifted. Her junior who had been exercising his back and limbs excessively since the afternoon telematch was already having aches all over his stiff body and needed to apply cream to ease the pains...

A former school teacher, our guest speaker was abundant in words as well as gestures in order to explain to the boys persecutions they as followers of Christ might face in future.

After this mini-camp, I totally agreed that teamwork makes the dream work. I thank God that everything was carried out as we had expected and pray that God continues to bring revival to CCH.

1 comment:

JJ said...

I wish a was there. :(