Zh'ng My Car

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law (Galatians 5:22-23).

Today, I set out from my house at 6:45 a.m. My car refused to start. I dunno why. I’ve already sent it to the mechanic for the umpteenth time. It has an undiagnosed disease. Sometimes, it can start. Sometimes, it cannot start. The problem is, whenever I send it to the mechanic, it can start (but of course what. If the car cannot start, how can I get the car to the mechanic in the first place?) I’ll need a live-in mechanic to figure it out.

Great. Now, I cannot go to school. What would Jesus do?

Love: I lovingly picked up my handphone, lovingly called my father, and lovingly asked him to tell the school that I won’t be coming. Even if I come, I will be late.

Joy: I can hear other people’s cars around me, joyfully coming alive at the first try. I sit in my car with joy. I have a valid excuse not to go to work. The other fellows have to go to work. Poor fellows.

Peace: I walked back to my house, took off my shoes, read old newspapers, and watched tv. Peace.

Longsuffering: I wish I can get a new Myvi… Like, tomorrow. But, I may not be in Penang permanently. I don’t have a steady paycheck yet to foot the installments. I cannot find anyone to buy this car from me. So, what to do? Longsuffering.

Kindness: I saw a Hot Wheels Grand Prix toy car on the dashboard. I kindly ripped the wrapping open, and played with it. It’s a red racecar. A token of kindness from my father’s car.

Goodness: I remembered the email I read some time ago, about how some people’s lives were saved because some unforeseen circumstance happened to them, and they turned up late at the World Trade Center, and their lives were spared from the terrorist attack. My goodness.

Faithfulness: I still have faith that somebody, someday will buy my car. Faithfulness.

Gentleness: I gently popped the hood to check the air filter, gently opened the air filter’s cover, gently put the cover back, and gently closed back the hood. Gentleness.

Self-control: I said the word that I learnt from Adam Sandler’s Anger Management. “Goosefraba.” I sang the song I learnt from the same movie. “I feel pretty… Oh so pretty…”

Against such there is no law: I arrived at school at 8:10 a.m. No law.

Actually I very geram la... Sigh...









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