Lessons from the field - The birds and the rice
Was in the van with Tita on the way to the mall on our second last day, when she suddenly stopped on the way out of IFL. She stared at the ricefields and then got out of the van. She looked pretty upset.
There were birds in the ricefields. Hungry birds.
If nothing was done soon, there would be no more rice for harvest.
Such a fitting end to the mission trip, I thought. A reminder.
In a few hours' time, we would return to Singapore. Back to the busy-ness and frantic pace of city living. There will be "birds" all around. "Hungry birds" that will require our time, our efforts, our energy. If we are not careful, there will be no rice left. If we are not careful to guard what lessons we have learnt from the field, if we do not ponder them over in our hearts, we will lose the fruit in no time. Nothing left to harvest.
So what do I do with the lessons from the field ?
There were birds in the ricefields. Hungry birds.
If nothing was done soon, there would be no more rice for harvest.
Such a fitting end to the mission trip, I thought. A reminder.
In a few hours' time, we would return to Singapore. Back to the busy-ness and frantic pace of city living. There will be "birds" all around. "Hungry birds" that will require our time, our efforts, our energy. If we are not careful, there will be no rice left. If we are not careful to guard what lessons we have learnt from the field, if we do not ponder them over in our hearts, we will lose the fruit in no time. Nothing left to harvest.
So what do I do with the lessons from the field ?
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