Be a Child

We all have the capacity to love, care, hurt, or bear contempt.

Just today I went for the TYA(Touch Young Arrows) camp. I woke up at 6.30 a.m. and headed to where Tobie arranged to meet me. His mom picked me up and dropped the both of us at Ngee Ann Primary School, where the camp was into its second last day.

We trudged into the school, not knowing what to expect, really.

Still, at 7.50 a.m. in the morning, there wasn’t much to expect. Everyone was having breakfast, preparing for the trip ahead. We were going for a hike at Hort Park!

Fast-forward to hiking at Hort Park…

Hiking was not the word I would use to describe the timing at Hort Park. It was more of a drag people cum hiking session. The kids were whiny, hungry and excited all at the same time. The kids were incredible, but the leaders/counselors held out.

The highlight of the day for me was definitely my reminiscing of my NPCC days during lunch. We cooked using the same old mess tins, stoves and solid fuels in field cooking years ago.

After that, everything else was routine.

What was routine also, was the thought that always comes around when young children are around me. How precious, how lovely are children. Innocent and carefree, loved by our God. Jesus said, “Let the children come to me.” I’m not sure if it was the proper verse, but in the proper context.

The loss of innocence. Its one of those things where, once lost, can never be found again. So, be a child. When people tell you that its adult business, don’t try to grow up too quickly to find out. Be a child.