(I was so tired when I wrote this article, however, I would like to share my deep feelings inside right away, so I wrote it in English as the typing was easier. Please "tolerate" my English.)
Today, when I walked on the street, I passed the church where the memorial service of Vanessa held (I share about Vanessa in my last article). It recalled my memories with her. Tonight, I went to another funeral. Just like Vanessa, Wah is my "friend" (a child patient), who passed away in his young age, too. (It's so sad to attend more funerals than wedding banquets in a year)
When I came to the funeral, I was so sad when I saw how thin Wah's mother was. Although she's very sad, she still expressed her thanks to us, saying "thanks for bringing happiness to Wah when he was here".
I was so heart-breaking and my tears ran out immediately. I spoke nothing, just kept on asking questions on my mind: "how about if I brought Wah & his family not 'hapiness', but 'salvation'?", "Why he suferred so much & passed away in such a young age?", "Why I can stay alive till today? Why I deserve to have what I have?" At the moment, I'd no answer to the questions. What came to my mind were the Words of God:
Ecclesiastes 7:14-15: "When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider: God has made the one as well as the other. Therefore, a man cannot discover anything about his future. In this meaningless life of mine I have seen both of these: a righteous man perishing in his righteousness, and a wicked man living long in his wikedness."
Althoguh there are always questiones left unanswered about life, I believe that my life is in God's hand. It's not because I'm better or stronger than others that makes me alive, but the mercy of God makes me so. When I can breath, eat & sleep, I should not take it for granted. Rather, I should give thanks to our Creator and offer my life as a living sacrifice to Him & bring forth "life" to others.
My friend, may you rest in peace.
