Value, what?

Saturday mornings I do volunteer work for the elderly folks ministry tied to my church in Singapore. For the first few weeks, I didn't think I was doing anything, really, and didn't feel that what I was doing was meaningful. I wondered if I should continue.

Something hit me (God), and then I realised it is not about ME!!!!!!! Argh!!!! I keep having to relearn that lesson- how daft can one get?

I didn't feel there was meaning for ME. I didn't feel there was meaning for me because I didn't think setting up tables, serving food, and helping the elderly folk do artwork add any value to their lives. But then I asked myself, what would add value to their lives? Does value-add matter?? Value-add only matters in a material world, in this dog-eat-dog capitalistic world that we are sucked into.

So value schmalue, whatever.

It is strange that once you get the perspective right, what your heart sees, changes.

Last week, I was rolling coloured crepe paper for the folks so that they could glue them together for a collage. As I was rolling the papers, I suddenly realised I was quite happy doing what I was doing. I realised that I was quite happy to wake up early and not sleep-in on Saturday, quite happy to reach McPherson. Quite happy to serve them soup and lunch. Quite happy just to be there. Quite happy.

Today (Saturday morning) I woke up (in Subang Jaya) and wondered what are the folks doing this week.

Value schmalue.