Distributing Flyers

Today I distributed flyers to inform residents that we will be surveying them for our Community Health Project (CHP) over the next week. Randomisation had it that some units were chosen, and some were not - not all the units on a floor or in a block were chosen. When I was looking at the list of units I had on my piece of paper, going around putting the flyers in metal grille or under the door, the image of the Lord passing through every household in Egypt - sparing the firstborn of all the families who painted blood on their doorframes and killing the firstborn of all the rest who didn't, came to my mind.

Thank God the main block I was given had one continuous corridor, sparing me the agony of my other friends, who had to make 5 trips up and down between the 2nd and 12th floors because the corridors were disjointed. I practically finished giving out all my flyers in half the time my friends took.

Anyway, some doors were open; many others were closed. For the open doors, it was quite interesting to see what was happening inside the house. There was this elderly Indian gentleman who was either sleeping or stoning in his bed, with his door and gate wide open. I waved and said hello; he didn't respond to me. I wonder what would happen if a thief/burglar came by. There was this elderly Chinese lady who was ironing when i said hello; she shouted something in Hokkien rather loudly. I didn't know what it meant, but it sure didn't sound too friendly; I was prepared to run if she came out after me with a stick. There was a elderly Malay lady who didn't understand English, so she went to the Malay family next door to ask what I was trying to say.

I wonder what the Lord saw as He passed through the households in Egypt.

I'm praying hard that the Lord will work a miracle. I really don't wish to survey a full day on Sunday. Not because I loathe surveying or want to slack. Just that having rearranged and pushing away all my appointments on Thursday and Friday night and not being able to be there for my ministries on Saturday, Sunday is the least I could have. I understand that CHP is important; results (of both the survey and the subject) are important. No doubt, Sunday may have a very good yield of survey respondents, because more people will be at home. But work is not my life. Why insist that a full day of surveying be done on Sunday? Does half a day make that much of a difference? What is the real value we're getting from this half a day, and are there more important things we have lost in this half a day? Are results really everything?

Just finished watching Flywheel, a movie about a dishonest used-car seller who experienced a change in His life when He came to Christ. He was struggling to make ends meet, owe the bank a lot of money, and was about to be forced to sell his business to pay the bank. But God blessed him when he came to Him, and on the day the bank was supposed to come for his business, he sold 32 cars in 8 hours, a miracle by his measure. There's a lot more to the movie. Go watch it yourself.

I should trust God to make a way. *nods*