Fisherman

I'm tired but I have to add one moment that happened today before I forget.

I finally collected the long awaited ADSL modem this evening. And again, they didn't ask for any identification or for my signature after collecting it. When I asked if I needed to sign anything, the receptionist said no. I can't believe it. They are still so relaxed about the collection.

And I can't believe the instructions are all in Swedish! Aren't instruction sheets supposed to come in all major languages? I can't understand Swedish, how am I to install the bloody thing? I can't be bothered to figure it out tonight. Will do it tomorrow, when I am more awake.

Anyway, I was at the International Bible Study Group this evening (Meetings every Monday evenings from 2100hrs.) and during our prayers in the small group sharing session, I requested for them to pray for my ability to devote more time to prayer than I did last week, which I have to say was really too little for my liking. And so they did.

But the amazing thing was that after the prayers, Sara told me during the time when they were praying for me, she had an image of me as a fisherman. Fisher of men? Really? Just when I was questioning my direction in life again (It was only on Saturday Jana asked if I considered a religious life.) and this happened. Is this a sign or mere coincidence? It hasn't been once, or twice but many, many times, even back in Singapore.

Perhaps I am truly being called.