finally get a chance to sit down and blog as in peace. its becoming increasingly difficult to use the internet pc in camp nowadays.

just read jia's blog regarding 2nd generation Christians and couldn't help but add my 2 cents worth. being one myself, i kinda grew up following the very routine process like the rest; waking up early on sunday morning and being told to hurry up and get changed to attend church. attending church wasn't that bad, but it also meant that i'd miss the sunday cartoons, so i wasn't exactly VERY keen on going initially. then later on, having made a bunch of friends in church, it sorta became a whole new ball game; i actually looked forward to going church because it meant that i could have fun with other kids of my age. i'll never forget the many nooks and crannies that i managed to find in Orchard Road Presbytarian Church when i played hide and seek there so many years ago.

and then it happened.

i don't really recall how it happened or why it suddenly occurred to me. was sitting on the pew in the sanctuary, listening to the speaker drone on and on when suddenly it just struck me how much i've taken my relationship with God for granted. or rather, i realised that in spite of the fact that i had been in the church for more than 10 years, sundays after sundays, i never personally accepted God as my Saviour; being born in a Christian family meant that i never experienced God's wonder as much as 1st generation Christians did. ironically, there and then, i actually envied people who have experienced Him first hand. and there, i made a simple request, for Him to enter my life and be an integral part of it. and that was how it began. and i never want it to end =)