Monday's diary, belated

Just got back from church camp. Reaching home, I looked and saw Qian Xi in the TODAY newspaper, having written something about DPM Lee. Then checked my inbox and saw lots of events incoming. Returning to normal life via checking mail reminded me of the 2,762 things I need to organise/help out with/write for/think about, including the (largely futile attempts at) activist/intellectual networking I have begun engaging in. And as is my nature as a Go-Getting Scholar and High-Aiming Achiever, my initial instinct was to get cracking NOWNOWNOW. How true it is that, “when the trials come my human nature/ shouts the things to do/ and God’s soft prompting can be easily ignored.” . But by His grace was reminded that all these 2,762 things to do were meaningless, as a chasing after the wind. And thus I prayed.

I have so many things to do, so many things to push for and care about. But if it is Your will for me to fail in any of these endeavours, then I will fail them, and gladly. Yet I beg of You that, if it be permissible in Your plans, these endeavours be allowed bear fruit, for Your servant has put much heart into them and much thought into the serving of his fellow men.

And above the computer’s insistent hum, the hum of the World, I listened to His advice. Then I turned off the comp, with the 2,762 things to do undone, and just slept.