Last Sunday morning, I was in a mad rush to make it for prayer meeting.
Thank God for cabs, I thought to myself.
Me: Uncle, Commonwealth MRT station hor.
U: 好, Commonwealth 啊...
We both fell silent. Like always, I don't like to talk to strangers.
Then at a major junction…
U: 你去教堂啊?
Me: Uncle 你怎么知道?
U: 星期天这么早出门，不是去庙里拜拜就是去教堂 lor.
Me: 哦，是这样...
U: 以前我也有去教会的，小时候在那里长大。
Me: 那你为什么现在没有去了？
U: 哎呀，都一样啦，人不就是要在死后上天堂 lor. 你们 Christian 说上天堂，我们佛教就说去极乐世界，还不是一样?...
I don’t think Nirvana is a place that Buddhists believe they go to after they die.
We were around Queenstown at this point. Anyway, the uncle went on.
U: …你们讲信耶稣就上天堂嘛， 我们做好事就可以去极乐世界。
Me: 那么Uncle，你有把握去极乐世界吗？
U: 极乐世界 ah…很难到的 leh…
Me: 所以你没有把握啊？
U: 只可以尽力做啦...
The cab pulled into the taxi stand outside church.
Me: Uncle, 我很肯定地知道我以后会到哪里去。如果你想知道为什么我那么肯定 hor，我的教堂就在前面，你可以来。
U: Okay, okay 谢谢你 ah…
There's something cheerfully comforting when He turned my weakness (lateness) into an opportunity.
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