Monday, March 17, 2008
Sandy feet... ...
Back from Cambodia already. Thank God for all things that went well, there's no major illnesses or such as compared to last year or so I heard. Maybe a few minor hip-up like Master Kon losing his passport till he reach Cambodia immgration point, Shermaine swollen ankle, Mervin and Aaron got "lost" in the market, Cheryl losing her lovely hat, blah blah blah... ...
Well, there are just too many things to share bout the trip, dunno where to start. One of the thing that struck me there and then was the sand that "stick" to your legs day in day out!!! We wore slippers everywhere and the roads were all filled with SAND. When we washed our feet, the water litereally change colour. This song that I knew 10+ years back struck me instantly. Its bout the famous passage where CHRIST washed the feet of the disciples in the olden days. We are all so privilege in Singapore the I never knew the extend of it till now. So song of the week will be this song titled "The Basin & The Towel" by Michael Card.
Too many photos and videos taken during the trip. I took 700++ myself, Jeremoo 2000++ and Aaron Wong 234 shots, all the rest dunno how many more. God goodness never end and I hope to complie and sort them out as soon as I can to share God goodness with all of you. Videos are more than 100MB so cannot upload, come my house view if you all want too, haha.
Ok that will be all for now, very very tired. Accumulative lack of sleep finally caught up with me. Slept on the train back from work till I needed a kind samaritian to wake me up at Pasir Ris MRT. Will be sleeping early I HOPE!!!
The Basin & The Towel
In an upstairs room, a parable
Is just about to come alive.
And while they bicker about who's best,
With a painful glance, He'll silently rise.
Their Savior Servant must show them how
Through the will of the water
And the tenderness of the towel.
Chorus:
And the call is to community,
The impoverished power that sets the soul free.
In humility, to take the vow,
That day after day we must
take up the basin and the towel.
In any ordinary place,
On any ordinary day,
The parable can live again
When one will kneel and one will yield.
Our Saviour Servant must show us how
Through the will of the water
And the tenderness of the towel.
Bridge:
And the space between ourselves sometimes
Is more than the distance between the stars.
By the fragile bridge of the Servant's bow
We take up the basin and the towel.
(Chorus)
