Sunday, September 30, 2012

Mooncake Festival, Oct 2012

The first of the month (1st) is a holiday in Hong Kong. I was invited by two parties to go travel, but I do Wife's tired body cannot make it, so we do the best we can locally. Yesterday I received two mooncakes, so I had to start eating and devoured the small one and two small taros for lunch after breakfast with relatives in the morning. Surprisingly more things happened yesterday rather than today. The three Southlanders (Augustine, Alan and I previously lived in Souther California) sang "The Impossible Dream" at our church carnival. Augustine was the star because he stuck to his bass part while we blew our tenor parts and I even fluffed the lines. Mostly, it was fun and joy. It has been more than ten years since I sang in a choir of some sort. The parts were beautiful, wished I had put in more practice. On Tuesday Wife asked me what is my impossible dream. I said to develop future expositors and lead the Chinese church into exposition. Now that is a tall order.


Three generations ago my grandparents immigrated from Donguan to Nanyang and I was Americanized in the States for 21 years, but on Thursday (4th) I became a Macau brother. My Chinese roots are reconnected in a strange and wonderful way. Now I have a reason to remain in Asia and to resume in missions. In the meantime I am still determined to be a Hong Kong brother as well since I spend most of my time here now. Maybe I should do more for Macau but I am up to my neck.

The ferry tragedy was too painful for everyone. Tears just dripped from my eyes when I read some stories, especially one I handtyped from a newspaper in the library titled "Trapped in Sea with Rope Around My Neck, I Cried "Lord Save Me." Hopefully there is healing for those who read this story.

Prayer has led me to two visitors to church and two wondrous preaching sessions on Sunday (14). I managed to bring a relative and a neighbor to a gospel meeting on Saturday (13). Even though they did not accept Christ but I was satisfied to know that God had answered my prayer because I prayed before inviting them, not ask them first. Further, for the last month I have prayed more for the audience than the sermon. This is a breath of fresh air. I can imagine how immature I was before, caring for performance rather than people. Now I pray for my next mission trip and my next church audience.