Mission

So I am sitting here on the 18th floor, staring out the window of downtown Manhattan, with the New Freedom Tower on my left and the view of Governor's Island on my right. I watch people walking down on the streets, with buses and yellow cabs.

Who would have thought, how did I ever imagined myself; a random Malaysian kid growing in a world and direction that is somewhat different, now sitting in the midst of the concrete refuge of Wall Street and the once World Trade Center, and staring down on the bustling streets of New York City. I may have dream about this in a very short glimpse of a desire many years back but never thought that this would come true. So here I am a midst the thick of the city, living like one that belongs.

The city is beautiful, but in every beauty there is ugliness that is easily masked by glamour. So even as I am seeing myself walking my routine side walks of the city, I am not doing exactly what I had in mind before. I am not here for the beauty of the city, but I am here for those that are deceived by it.

Missionaries often place their focus on the responsive un-reached people in the world. And by all means, that is a needed calling. But little are tackling the hostility of the world, especially passive-hostilities that resides in the forged cities in the world, much like New York City.

Come and get to know me and this city that I walk in...
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