There is a show by the same name. It is a show that never fails to inspire and touch my heart. I never thought I would meet one in real life. I did. In the form of a taxi driver.
On the third day of the Chinese New Year holiday, I took a cab back from Bradell station. I don't know the name of the driver, and I wished I had asked. Usually taxi drivers place their name tags on the dashboard. He was a freelance taxi driver who drove only for those few days of the CNY holiday. Hence, he didn't have one.
As we chatted, he revealed more to me about his job, and I came to discover that he was a christian counsellor. On the way that he drove me back home, he asked me a simple question:
How do you know you are a Christian, a child of God?
I explained to him, and eventually, he told me that I am one of the rare people whom he asked who could give him such a clear answer why I believe strongly that I am a child of God. This was not what mattered to me though - the praise that he gave to me on how well I answered did not matter to me.
I realized what mattered to me - that I am a child of God. Nothing is going to change this fact. I am a child of God. I read Psalm 73 on the way out of my house the same day, and that very psalm stated that even I had envied the way of the sinners, and behaved foolishly, God is still the God who holds me by my right hand, and guides me with His counsel.
As we spoke, he revealed even more on how whenever he drove the taxi for a living, he'd never fail to strike up such a conversation with people, and from the place where he picked up the passenger, he'd never fail to present the gospel within the span of the journey. I was inspired, yet at the same time saddened. I knew very well, I had lost that flame within me. The very same flame that this taxi driver had. The fire within him that keeps him being an ambassador for God wherever he goes.
As I got off the cab, I told myself, I must have met an angel who was sent by Him. He has spoken through this person. He is clearly calling out to me. I told Him the past few weeks that I am seeking for Him once again. He lived up to His name. He touched me once again in a way that I receive the best. As I walked back to my home, I told Him that I have returned. I am now by His side, and long to be even closer to His side. I want to listen to His voice, and to know more clearly how much He loves me, how much He is the one that I know I can't live without. Everything else becomes small when I am embraced by the one and only Abba Father who always patiently waits and speaks words that I ever so need to bring me back to the race that I had started, but digressed from. The journey is still on, and I am not giving up. The inspiration for this race is the love that I have daily with Him. I may fail, and forget who I am, but He never fails, and never forgets who I am, and the purpose He had created me for.
Each day, I journey with Him, at times I run, at times I walk, at times I limp, at times I crawl, but the journey still goes on. As long as He keeps His breath within me, His purpose for me is still being unveiled. I look forward to His daily revealing of what He wants for me. I know that it will always be the best for me, whatever the situation.
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