On 13 August 2010, I had dinner as usual before my cell group meeting. In my heart of hearts, I wanted to have fish head soup with thin bee hoon (rice vermicelli). So I went to a nearby coffeeshop where there was a zhi char (cook and fry) food stall.
I placed my order for one person’s portion with the dignified-looking man whom I figured is the big boss. The stall was so well patronised that the usual and highly experienced customer-oriented lady staff was away from her station to help out at the dining tables. The man said that I would have to wait and that it would costs SGD 6.00. I was game and said okay even though one could procure it from SGD 3.00 to SGD 4.50 elsewhere.
Afterwards the aforesaid lady staff made her round to my table to confirm my order but said that it would costs SGD 8.00 without batting an eyelid. So, I ventured to ask whether it was a special kind of fish for the relatively steep price. She reassured me that it wasn’t the case, at all. I considered switching to other options such as sliced fish bee hoon, which I had ordered from her last Friday for SGD 5.00, or perhaps Hong Kong noodle.
Somehow, I sensed a supernatural peace within me about the pricing of my desired dish and went for it. Why waiting for it, I read “Say Goodbye to Powerless Christianity” by Pastor Che Ahn.
When the dish came by the by in a huge round soup bowl, I exclaimed audibly (but not too loudly), “So much!” It sounded like a mild complaint, actually. I quickly composed myself and paid for the stuff, gave thanks to God, and dug- in lest I be late for the meeting.
I ate, and ate some more, but there was still so much more. It was well cooked and I decided to keep going, spoonful by spoonful, and get done with it. The amazing thing was that when I was through with the eating and was having my cuppa of tea that I actually felt happy from within. It was truly a happy meal!
And, I must confess that I can’t remember the last time I actually felt happy after a meal. Most times we could say that the food was superb and enjoyable, yes, even when it had cost us an arm or a leg, but happiness did not quite kicked-in or served-up, I reckon.
While experiences are not equal to truths, we do need experiences to show forth a truth to us. A blind man, for example, may never see a sunrise or sunset but his lack of experiences do not invalidate the splendour of dawn and dusk.
At the same time, an experience does not necessarily equal a truth. Just because we experience sourness or trials in life, it doesn’t mean that God is not good.
In my aforesaid experience, I verily believe in praying and receiving the double portion of the Holy Spirit and, in a wondrous sort of way, I had an experience of a double portion of blessing albeit in the matter of food. It would be even more fantastic when it’s a double portion of the Holy Spirit!
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