Testimonies

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The streets of Chow Kit
Buried in the center of Kuala Lumpur
Many would just hurry by it
Or dread to even stop by
It was the home to many addicts and prostitutes
A place many would say is void of hope and future

That day I walked the streets of Chow Kit
With packets of rice in my hand
It was the first time
For the very first time I stopped and paused
Partly this was the work of the street outreach
To bring a light of hope to the rejected and dejected

My friend was a nurse
She carried along this suitcase full of medicine
Hoping to help some poor fellow be relieved of pain
As many who lived in that street will barely afford the luxury of medicine
Our purpose was not to preach
Ours was to reach out to a fellow human being
In the hope that in our love and compassion
They will have this taste of the love and mercy of God

I was uncomfortable
I had never been so close to suffering as this
Some might say they deserved it
They suffered for their mistakes
Our hope is that these people who walked the streets of Chow Kit may one day tread on the golden streets of heaven

Then I saw him
No legs... amputated... only his two hands left
Injected the wrong vein with drugs they say...
My heart was crying silently...
I whispered this silent prayer to my Father...
'God, please don't let him loose his last two limbs'

That day, a whisper so gentle filled my heart
A love beyond my human creation whispered in my ear
'Son, you worry for his limbs but I care for his soul'
'I care for his soul'
'I care'
'I care for his soul'
Suddenly this selfishness drowned in the depth of His compassion
The one of earth came face to face with the One from heaven
That day, the scales fell off these eyes
That day, I realised how distant my thoughts were from Him, how far my ways from His...
That day, I knew I was not walking the streets of Chow Kit alone
The one who walked the steep hill of Calvary, the feet who tread the streets of heaven
Walked Chow Kit with me that day

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