| Thursday, August 06, 2009 |
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My salvation was brought right into my face during the company's retreat last weekend.
On 1 August, which was a Saturday, I received a call from my uncle in Singapore.
Uncle Robert is not one for chitchat, so his calls always meant something, either good or bad. He then told me to let my mom know that her youngest brother, Uncle Johnny had died, aged 61. Although we have no idea what it was that took his life.
As a first generation Christian, I have failed to share my belief to my nearest and dearest, even my mother's 'conversion' was somewhat under confused state. She had wanted to experience the peace that I had, and ended up being told to repeat the sinner's prayer.
Now, reality kicks in... I know I am saved, but what about my family? Are they? Am I doing anything about it? What is it worth, my own salvation, when my loved ones are not?Labels: Emotions, Random |
posted by charisMA @ 2:21 PM  |
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