Monday, June 14, 2010
Going back to the mother church felt like home coming. It's like you left the old home town you grew up in, ventured into the big city and came back to visit once in awhile. So, as I sat there in the youth worship, everything felt so familiar; warm and fuzzy. It brought me back to those times where I was still taking part in worship practices, planning worship schedule and being so involve in everything. The crowd is still the same; some new faces here and there, all grown up.Heading back to Mawai felt familiar too, but this time something is amiss. Sutari and Kok Peng wasn't there, new huts were build, the kitchen and fireplace area changed and even the puma-addidas shoes changed. We were not going up Panti this time but Arong... much lower but challenge was still there. I don't remember the bus journey to Panti, I just remembered we had to walk for very long to get to the mountain foot.. By the time we got there, we were already dead tired.. Arong felt different, no long walks and no ice kachang stall. We took half the time or maybe even lesser to go up but I really enjoyed the going down part.
I slept at the same spot I did 7 years ago. Same spot, same haunting... Don't worry Steff, not from your spot.. HAAHAHA! Water activities seems the same and the journey back to Singapore was super fast. This time no fruit farm visit.. and no Jia Ying getting chased by dogs.. :D
And just before I left Church, Pastor PS came running after me and he went.. "This is your mother church! You're always welcome to visit!"
I laughed and walked away as those words echoed in my head. Then, I thought to myself... Yeah, this is my mother church and it will always be :)
# . Grace Eleora Loo : 6/14/2010 10:29:00 PM
