Mi casa es su casa.

Since I first became imprisoned in Corporate, dreaming of my bed has become a recurring hallucination. Whether I have been stuck in rush-hour traffic for eons or too-broke-to-afford-the-bus and forced to undertake the grueling task of trudging uphill anyway, whilst Ed Sheeran’s “I See Fire” blasts through my headphones, as I imagine ambling through the Misty Mountains with Bilbo Baggins (nerd alert! another hallucination), my destination has always been set, Home.

Which is not entirely surprising. If you’re stuck in a 9-5, or as I am currently, a jam-packed, 10 hour straight shift, lunch break excluded (I kid you not), Friday nights, or in my case Saturday nights, (yes I work 6 days…again, not kidding), are the best time of the week. When you are such restricted in time, the very few and free moments you get to yourself are savored like the steamy aroma of a hoodia or ginseng blend chai . They are mine, and they are precious. (Insert Gollum voice)… My precious.

I love to plan and organize my time. Especially when I don’t have much of it. Read a book, write my book. Check emails, check the news. Catch up on weekly show episodes I missed, catch up with friends. Study, Sleep. All planned, to the meticulous end. Which is why, when I heard a faint tapping on my door one stormy night, I whispered a desperate plea to heaven that it was only the rain on my window pane.

“Please God, I need my space..”

But then it came again, more insistently. I let forth a quick sigh, still hoping it was just the neighbor wanting a cup of sugar. Or something. But alas, it was not to be. I swung the door open to reveal one of my girlfriends, completely drenched, teeth chattering, matted hair and puppy dog eyes.

“Hey Wong, can I stay the night?”

No explanation needed, I bustled her in like a mother hen. It took me a minute to locate the extra toothbrush and towel, (kept aside for such a time as this), and a pair of one-size-fits-all wooly socks because let’s face it, there was no way we would get her massive size-seven feet into my tiny-three slippers, I am no fairy godmother, this was no Cinderella moment. And in no time, we had her warm and cosy. What was supposed to be a carefully planned evening of me-time, was transformed into a girl’s night. Bippity-boppity-boo. *waves wand*.

Life interrupted.

Sometimes I wonder what it was like to be around when Jesus walked the earth. To be one of the people He “interrupted”. Think of Zacchaeus, busy with his business. Jesus comes along and is like, “Hey Zach! I’m coming to your house for tea”. Or the guy with the donkey… the disciples were like “Yo man, can Jesus use your ride?” And so on…Sometimes we expect Jesus to show up on our doorsteps literally, in white robes and everything. We don’t realize that we see Him everyday. Are we letting Him in? Do we allow Him to turn our me-time into we-time? We may not realize it, but sometimes our only ministry is in our actions. How will they know? Without your fruits? Not everyone will see you donned in your Sunday best, lifting up your hands in Church. They’ll see you Monday to Saturday. At your 9-5, and on your bus commute. Think about it. He said it Himself in Matthew 25,

35 For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ 37 Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? 38 And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? 39 And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ 40 And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’

41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.’ 44 Then they also will answer, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?’ 45 Then he will answer them, saying, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.’

Show Jesus. See Jesus.

xo, Wong.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Chanda says:

    this is lovely!!!! Thought provoking too. We can never hear it enough. Whatsoever we do to the least of our brothers.

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