Home home sweet home….
Sandakan
. No other place like the City of
Nature
. Constant black outs and water shortage. Nostalgic, said my bulky brother back from
London
.
One more thing not seen in KL…. Traffic checking.
The day I sent off Angie’s friends Yee Ling and Yin Yin at the airport.
The day I went to the airport to pick up my brother Ryan, I was caught in a traffic check.
West-Malaysians had minor minor experiences on this unless you wander at the highway at 3am weekends, cops do an alcohol check. I just escaped a Saman a month ago at Pontian, just talk, no dirty money included… SOOOO praise God.
Anyway, I had my license, shoes on, decent looking (ha), nothing to be afraid of, nothing to lose. The jam involved was bad, and I eased out of check point with no problem. As I exited the check point, on my left, I can’t help but noticed a circle of young ladies squatting by the grass. Immigrants without passports.
Even a glimpse, I felt the hopelessness and fear in their eyes, waiting for the next moment which seems to be taking forever. As I continue to drive, I wondered what the cops will do to them later. I put myself in their position and I felt terrible. I don’t belong here, I don’t have the papers. I don’t belong here… As human being, they are no different from us. Human being human, God made us to want the feeling of being wanted (and welcomed).
The next thing on my mind is…. serious, man.
This world is not my home
I’m just a passing through
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue
I have a home. Somewhere I belong. A place where family gathers, a safe and secure and joyful place where I know that my presence is welcomed and cherished. A place the great I AM provided, looking forward.
Heck… World. The prince of the world is out there. So many attractions for us to enjoy and devour. Slowly, we’re attached and wanted to stay in a place which isn’t meant for us. Just a little longer, I’m extending my visas. I wanna acquire this and that. I’m building a bigger barn here. Soon, I lost my IC and home passport which doesn’t matter, as I’m here long enough to be a PR. Then suddenly, we’re caught. O… pity..I’ll be sent back to where I should be.
Cop1 : “Send them back or send them to jail?”
Cop2 : “Kidding me, this dude with no nationality dunno where
from. Send them back to where? How about jail hell for
those who fool themselves thinking that this is their home?”
How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! – 1 John 3:1
Have we got our heavenly citizenship? It’s free. No paperwork.
You don’t even have to stay there for minimal 3 years to be a citizen.
Nope, you are not automatically a citizen when you marry someone who is.
You are not automatically born a citizen if your parents are…
Simple. Living is Simple.
Yet to all who received Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God – John 1:12
It’s a big deal when GOD is your daddy.
