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Last Saturday, I had this very interesting encounter. I was queueing up to pay my credit card bill at an AXS machine in Bukit Merah.
"Hello. Can you help me to the toilet? Very urgent." I heard someone asked me from behind.
I turned around and saw an uncle on a wheelchair. I recognized him. He always sell Sweepstake tickets in that area.
I was a bit flustered, to be honest. I didn't know how to respond initially. I half-wanted to just give some excuse and leave. But something stopped me. I almost forgot that I'm on this campaign to be a blessing to people around me. Now, it's the best chance for me to bless this uncle.
I put aside my credit card and plucked up my courage and started to push the uncle towards the toilet. Well.. it is then I realised that the only toilet that can accomodate the wheelchair lies on the other side of the road. I was a bit shocked because I had to wheel him across the road (there was a overheard bridge, but the lifts weren't working). Gosh.. This task kept getting harder.
Nonetheless, I pressed on. I slowly wheel the uncle cross the road. Thank God that there weren't that many vehicles at that time.
When I finally reached the toilet, I was half hoping that I can just push the uncle into the toilet and he can settle the rest himself.
Well, I was wrong of course. I went on to help him relieve himself. I'm not a nurse, I had never done it before and felt quite clumsy and embarrassed about it.
After that, I pushed the uncle all the way back to his original position, next to the AXS machine. Yes, I had to cross the road again. Thank God this time, a SBS bus captain helped me stopped part of the traffic so that I can wheel the uncle across.
Upon reflection, I felt that it's not just the uncle who is being blessed. Actually, I'm being blessed too. I realised that when I overcame my initial fears and discomforts and blessed him, my heart was kept soft.
Every time we see a need,and we ignore it, our hearts become hardened. I prefer to respond to the needs around me, as much as I can. I want to be tender-hearted always.
Today, God put in my heart to go back to the secondary school I taught in, to visit my mentor class, say hi to some colleagues (sell Teachers' Conference tickets also), follow-up on a 100K blessing student, and prayer walk the school.
I want to give thanks because though I didnt have a chance to do the 100k with the teachers, I managed to bless the key people I worked with, with encouragement notes and packets of M&Ms.
What was more divinely planned was this: In the whole tenure I was there, I NEVER saw the prinicipal ate in the canteen. She would usually packed food to eat in her office. But today I saw her eating with the VPs and some discipline masters, so I plucked up my courage to bless them with the notes & M&Ms.
I sense the spiritual climate change, as they (the teachers and my mentor class) were genuinely very surprised to see me back. I have a feeling there was no precedent before me.
I may not have done the 100k card with them, but in blessing them, I felt God telling me that I am breaking the spirit of disillusionment (many teachers dread to be posted to teach in neighbourhood schools) and spirit of individualism (with the heavy admin load, many of the teachers have lost the heart and passion to care, and just want to mind their own business).
Anyway God threw me a surprise. I got a 100k blessing filled up after all. The person I was following up with, brought along a friend, so I had the chance to share with her. It was amazing because she wanted ALL the blessings that her friend received. Maybe it's because as a N(T) student, nobody has cared or blessed her before.
I felt through this, God was teaching me a valuable lesson that the down and out has a special place in God's heart. In blessing them, I have blessed God's heart as well.
Elkan
My testimony dates back to the first person I blessed, and an example of how God answered my simple prayer of opening doors.
On that weekday, I had to go to Clementi Primary School to resolve outstanding costume issues for NDP. As I stepped into the train at Jurong Interchange, in trudged a crippled man with a deformed left foot. His left foot was bent toward the ground, to the point where, he'll walk on his toes instead of the sole of his foot. I simply told God that if I was going bless him if he get's off at Clementi with me.
He did get off at Clementi. I walked next to him, still hesitant on approaching him. That hesitation lasted all the way till I reached his house that was directly above Botak Jones, when I finally talked to him about the 100K. As we stopped and talked, I realized that he wasn't that mentally stable too, but, at least, he was willing to be blessed for healing.
I'll continue to pray for complete healing over his foot!
David
