Over nye, in a zest to cheer empress dowager up, we brought her to C for dim sum. It wasn't until 4 days later that she told me dining in that place reminds her of Aunt A. Of how Aunt A said she would continue to bring her there for food in future, of how Aunt A and her talked about the old celebrities. At that moment, empress dowager cried. I found a huge apple in my throat and salted h2o gathered in my eyes.
In relating and discussing this, we agreed never to bring empress dowager to C again.
In relation to Aunt A, I acknowledge that while yes, letting go of her death is the thing to do, however the cause remains much debated. I know that words preached with weight should have a certain responsibility pegged to them. Esp. when one is priority and his or her words seemed like promises or saving grace. One has to be cognisant of the impact.
I have a soft and weak heart. In the last few months, I realised my anchor pastor of 7yrs has become an extremist in his teachings. I could not bear to stay.
The place I started going to for a few months now maybe boring and conventional...however, the priest's teachings are simple and never convoluted.
Sometimes I wonder - in all the wonderous pull of charasmatic churches dispensing savoury teachings, has anyone stopped to ponder the flipside of the coin?
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