In Penang last week with the best friend, I saw so much of Jesus on the streets we walked.
I walked past a man giving a beggar money - his body language spoke of value and genuine compassion. He patted the beggar on the shoulder as he walked off, with a big brotherly smile.
That simple gesture and smile floored me.
Because it was so genuine, and simple.
It spoke of love and brotherly kindness, to a beggar.
We encountered warm Penangites of all ages, who gave us directions, spare change to take the bus, and appreciative smiles. When a beggar walked down the line at the bus interchange, many people responded to him by giving, not begrudging.
I felt warmed at how these Penangites knew how to live.
On a hot afternoon, we passed by a roadside drink stall (above).
Uncle told us to sit down, enjoy the drink, and pay when we were done.
So we sat there and chatted with him. We had his au naturel soyabean drink, which he proudly proclaimed to be free of chemicals. He told us stories, of Singapore and Malaysia, his life and family.
Somehow, I am drawn to the relational nature of this society.
I almost didn't wanna come back to Singapore.
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