15 minutes

Its so easy to go to church, to go to prayer meet, to go to a spiritual event because you're.. a Christian? So you should be going to these things? And at the back of your head, you're thinking that if you don't attend these things and not take part, God is going to ask you "So did you go to church when you were alive?", "Did you go for prayer meetings and pray for those around you who are in more need than you are?", "Did you do something with the spiritual gifts I gave you?". At least that was what was in my head for the longest time. Until 15 minutes before I left for prayer meet.

I was listening to a lecture online to pass the time while waiting for Sheryl to pick me up when suddenly it dawned on me. Why do I go for these meetings anyway? A few weeks ago, even with a major climate project to hand in the next day, I still went. And another time, I had a 2000 word essay I hadn't started on, I still went. Did it make me feel any holier? More, superior than those who don't know Christ? Shamefully, I say yes. Sigh. At that point, I felt so silly for going to prayer meet. Like it would have been less silly to see a donkey walk into the Lim's place instead of me (we have our prayer meetings at the Lim's house).

So easy to make the whole Christianity thing a routine. Well, no. It shouldn't be. I realised that I cannot be going because I 'should' or I 'have to' but because I should. And I have to, out of genuine necessity to pray for others. Sheryl picked me up, and we made our way over. Usually we'd start with some songs then split into groups and pray. But today, Bernie announced we would start by praying, and then songs. Right there and then, I knew I didn't just think up all these things. Wooh I felt a huge grin spread across my face. Yes! Screw routine! =D (Don't get me wrong, routine is still good.. to some degree).

So yes. You think you have 15 minutes to spare? You never know. God could use that time to knock some sense into you.