Here I Am

We were falling in on the road after lunch the other day. As usual, we were slightly late which led to some members of the platoon being stressed and one such fellow imposed a question onto Shaun, who had carelessly left a gaping hole in the file which ruined the formation.

Guy: Where are you!?

Shaun: I am here.

I guess a straightforward question deserves a straightforward answer. Nevertheless, much laughter and amusement followed and it was probably moment of the week for me.

Sometimes, all it takes is for us to say "Here I am." What more is needed to justify our existence? Not all the time do we need to think we are undeserving or inadequate to receive the love of God. On the contrary, we lose sight of Him in our struggle to climb a mountain that can never be overcome in a lifetime. He calls out, but we reject Him, saying wait, let me get there and then we can speak and forgetting that he is not waiting for us at the top of the peak, but climbing it with us. How can He help us get to where we want to go if we won't even tell Him where we are?

Interesting how the whole idea of Here I Am has been hounding me over the past week in army life, daily devotions and bible study.

On to other parts of life, Queen musical was a decent watch. Great music but plagued by a lousy ending and lack of any climatic scenes. Got the cheapest tickets which weren't that bad. Noticed some families which left the show halfway. Must've been too much of a shock for the children when they were suddenly exposed to the pr0n and nudity (statues). After the show we discussed Freddie's overflowing gayness in the song Don't Stop Me Now, such as having a ball and being a rocket ship to Mars, where men are from. Radio Ga Ga and the B.Rhapsody solo got stuck in my head for the whole week amidst the jungle bashing and 2.4km IPPT run.

Can't help but feel that as my NS life goes by, certain groups of friends just seem to be inevitably disappearing. The image of Chee Heng trying to do the swing trainer comes to mind, as he reaches out to the next bar, but alas his arms are too short and despite having a look of constipation on his face, he still loses grip on the previous bar, falling into the sand pit in quiet disappointment.