This morning we had prayer meeting.
Naturally, it was hard to even keep my eyes open at the beginning. Funnily enough, I did encounter something eye opening.
An old Chinese couple spotted that we were Christians in prayer, and so blessed us and had a chat.
Although clearly very advanced in age, both of them were proud to tell us that, wrinkles and white hair notwithstanding, they had no sickness whatsoever. In fact, they cycled to the Westlake Gardens for some morning exercise all the way from their homes in another part of Kampar. There are plenty of young adults in UTAR who wouldn't be willing to travel that far without a motorized vehicle.
Their daughter is a missionary and they're very proud of it. They soon cycled off, looking like a very cute and loving couple indeed.
We went for breakfast in Ghany and Steven Liew ordered half boiled eggs. A 50-ish year old man from the next table passed him the soy sauce. That man was probably a local, and he was eating half boiled egg with his father, who was munching on a hard boiled egg. They chatted softly over their eggy breakfast and kopi.
His father, as one might expect, was probably an octogenarian, though of course we did not ask. No need to interrupt breakfast between father and son.
And I find it so hard to wake up early enough in the mornings to have a walk and breakfast with Ma and Pa. That has got to change.
