I’m sitting in my cubicle sipping caramel tea right now. It does smell so much worst than it sounds, but once you get the gunk in your mouth it ain’t that bad. I finally begin to understand the huge commitment it takes for one to eat durian. Its when you have muster enough courage and take a big risk against your olfactory senses which tells you what kind of gross that you’ll probably have to put up to in your mouth. Then again, all these becomes irrelevant when one faces dire starvation.

Sharing the gospel to the affluent does feel very much the same way. No rational can birth the appeal of God’s love; because it doesn’t exist in the mind other than an impression of a religious and legalistic concept. You don’t feel love by understanding its concept. In fact, how many times do we kill love by applying pragmatism to it? At some point, you have to take a plunge.

Maybe I’m still into it because deep inside, despite me not understanding so many things and at the same time have so many reasons to find the gospel incomprehensible; there’s still some hunger for the truth. And I suppose its a good kind of hunger.