White Rice 2

White Rice was a post that I wrote over a year ago at a stage of my life where I began to sense God's calling into ministry.

I am writing this sequel because I am desiring to eat even if I am not that hungry. I had a small bowl of noodle soup this late afternoon and a small pack of almonds to munch in class but then when I got home from class, I stopped by a shop to get dumplings. I had 10 pieces and after devouring it all, I felt like eating some more. But just as I feel this way, somehow I thought about what I want to eat and I can think of many things to fill my stomach but not rice. Why? Because I pride myself of being a cook, that I could make whatever I want with what I had in the kitchen but certainly trying to avoid rice.

Some people may think I take this to be a little extreme... or not... but I felt bad not wanting to eat rice. More specifically, I loath it. But the image of what I saw over a year ago stopped me and put me back to my place. I am not the typical Asian where I need to have rice at least once a day for my meal, I don't know what I am but I do know that rice is not always my first choice. However, rice stands out in a unique way to me. There is a sense of humility that oozes from a humble bowl of rice, but not any fancy fried rice or some sort... just plain white rice.

I have everything I need, yet sometimes inside of me, there is a craving to satisfy my self-acclaimed sophisticated palate. And out there, people only survive with only this humble white grain to sustain themselves... what have I become?