'Hey Malcolm how has life been for you?' I asked while sitting on a rock. Malcolm sat on the grass just glancing down. 'Since the last time we met, i have done things i dare not speak about.
'Hmm.. dare i ask what they are?' I asked with a mind full of wonder.
'the form of sin that leads to the heaviest penalty of sin.' malcolm said, now moving his hands across the surface of the grass.
Then he told me his life story. when i was young, i thought life was all about myself. I thought as long as i had a life of fun and had someone to love, life would be good. remember Sgt Lionel? The one i told you about while he played at the street soccer court. He was one i looked up to. But as i grew i realised he was concerned only over his own interest. Then i met Shin Wei and i tot i met a trustable person. Similarly.. he was all about tennis. all about playing and having fun with himself. I just couldnt trust that many people i told myself. but stupidly i went on trusting people.
when i was in poly, i tot i could start life a new. New friends. in a mixed gender society. I placed my guard down. I thought it would be fun. but life turned out worst than i could imagine. Then, you spoke to me online. I know. I just felt too bored with life to answer you... Malcolm then paused...he then started crying.
Now, years in to where i am, i regret who i am. My life is such a fail. I cannot even say i am a christian. I cannot even claim to be anyone who loves God. Till death, i thought i could wait to the last minute before setting my life right. but sigh.....
it happened all too fast. I tried to grasp my life line. Before i could do anything, it was gone. I took my last breathe and all history of my life flashed before me. So vivid.. and now i am here everyday waiting for death.
Jesus warned the nations. but we rarely take heed. Now i am doomed. what should i do. what should i do?
As Malcolm continued crying, i knew i could do no more. I pat him on the back and felt the urge to move on. A spirit called out to me and i went towards it. The sobs of Malcolm diminished in to the distance. I heard him no more.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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