in tandem.

the first week into august,
was really quite a-gust!
been busy wif office shifting,
and a few other stuffs.

each morning i wake up at 7 wif body aches,
and i can't remember if i even exercised!
quite obviously, my english has deproved.
maybe coz i haven't been reading or talking much.

but i was privileged to catch the NDP
at the balcony of the muncipal building at city hall!
the famous balcony where presidents and ministers stand
to do their signature waves and rallies at elections and chingays.

i saw the marchpast and the fireworks,
not having to crowd wif smelly pple
nor a certain rowdy race in the midst.
it was splendid..

as the contingents marched through,
i suddenly had some thoughts striking in my head.
the contingents were lined up,
seemingly in accordance wif their discipline level..

the colour-party was the undisputed contingent
wif the most synchronised and pride marching.
followed by the best unit in SAF,
the red-berets and so on.

and as i was enjoying the marchpast,
and reminiscing the times when i was marching,
i had a bittersweet feeling within me.
there's just something abt drills and uniformity i guess?

some of you would've known,
that i've been in a uniformed group even before my voice broke!
and drills had nvr been more natural in my gait.
i just loved to see drills and do drills..

and as the contingents parade past,
suddenly, i was reminded of how God might view us.
amidst all the discipline and rigidity,
there was always the big picture to salvage our dirty linen.

as much as the contingents were intended to be in line, in step,
there're bound to be some pple wif faster steps,
slower steps, lower armswing, sloppy armswings, etc..
but it still looked beautiful, isn't it?

a saw the contingent as a body.
like our body-in-Christ.
each of us had a part to play..
and each of us are of a uniform responsibility.

there are different soldiers of different ranks,
and different appointments.
but they're in a contingent,
from the same unit, or the same discipline, they're the same!

unless one or two jokers try to out-perform others,
the contingent will be seen as one.
isn't it like our church?
a church, seen as a body?

we all haf different 'ranks' in our expertise,
or different appointments in our service in different ministries,
we're still ONE.
and God doesn't see how we excel individually, but as one.

like how i don't particularly notice a certain man's armswing,
i'd view the contingent as one in tandem!
so our role in church is nvr to out-do or compete wif one another,
but to do our part, so that the CHURCH can be in tandem.

likewise, we're not better than one another,
neither are we worse than one another.
we're made the same,
albeit wif different gifts and personalities..

i think service to God is not all that individualistic, is it?
serving as one, is a service too!
our parts to play are important.
in fact, it is crucial.

i've heard too many pple say dis to me,
"today's games damn sian. don't feel like going."
yet, when the same person plans the next event,
"wah, i hope pple would turn up.."

see how selfish we can be?
support is also a form of service and edification to the body!
how we support and encourage others who planned,
sometimes, just being there is alr a blessing to the organiser..

so let us be ONE,
doing our own small part.
let our service, big or small,
be a worship to God, be a service to church, shall we?