When I was in school, during one of the school holidays, a group of us did one day of Karang Guni work (collecting old newspaper) to raise fund for the purchase of our NIKE sport jerseys. Being students, we could not afford them.
We hired a lorry with a driver, who accompanied us the whole day and helped us to sell the newspaper collected.
One full day, 14-15 of us. We were totally dirty and exhausted at end of it.
It was hard work and one of the participants commented she enjoyed it thoroughly.
When I heard the comment then, I was momentarily glad and proud of her, a rich young girl appreciating hard manual work, ... ... until I took a glance at our lorry driver, who has been most helpful and silently follwing us around. Whose family dailyhood depended on him as a Karang Guni man, day in day out.
Living in a penthhouse unit, commuted daily to school in her sport car, I believed my friend has never experienced any maual work before. So I guessed it was fun one-off experience for her. Good exercise for the body, maybe for the soul as well.
I wonder what similar one-off hardship / sacrificial experience I have "put myself through" for the enrichment of my soul? A mission trip to the less developed area, an occassional "simple" living ...?
I wonder when Christ came, was it also like that?
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