i took this sign in a small township on the outskirts of Gaborone, the capital of Botswana. we were lost!
we'd been driving all over this sprawling community trying to re-locate the decrepit school hall (also the council hall) that the pastors last used on their outreach here 2 years ago. when we got on this path (it really cannot qualify as a road, really!), Ps Manny was quite certain that the old hall was down this way. problem was: this sign was posted smack in the middle of it: Road Closed.
pretty simple message, wouldn't you think? but, with these pastors being the Africanised-rules-not-from-God-are-rules-to-be-challenged murutis (it means pastor in tshwana) that they were... we drove right past it!
true to the Singaporean law-by-law style, i felt uneasy but curiously excited; hence, i took a picture. but when i took this, the kombi (van) was already half in a ditch and determinedly rolling past this 'barrier'. so much for certainty, really. good times.
my point is, at this stage in life, i'm seeing many of such "Road Closed" signs.
some of these have been put up by society, friends, family, and even myself, for a whole spectrum of reasons. and i hope, that when it comes to the crunch in a few months time, i'll be certain where my outreach lies and i'll have the guts to get there. just like Ps Manny.
for now though, whats ahead is just a solid week of focusing on and enjoying the exam revision. it'll be a part of school life that i miss; the freezing starbucks with my grande americano, barney, and the disturbance-who-cannot-be-named. and day-by-day, where i'll remember, that
this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us.
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