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    October 25, 2005

    Three Cups of Milo

    One hot afternoon, three friends met at a coffee shop and they each ordered a nice, big cup of ice Milo.

    The first boy gulped down the drink the moment it arrived, reveling in the concentrated thickness of the Milo. He laughed heartily as he recounted his misadventure with their form teacher this morning. He reenacted each scene with boundless energy and they loved him for it.

    The second friend sipped her drink carefully, bit by bit. She smiled graciously as she gently cautioned her friend against pulling any wild stunts again. "You really should be nicer to our teachers, you know." She loved Milo ever since she was young and was halfway through her drink while her other friend had not even touched his.

    Or so it seemed. But her friend had been drinking his Milo by the spoonful. Between each scoop, he would stir his drink with the spoon as he joined in the conversation. For a while, no matter how many scoops he drank, his cup of Milo was always filled to the level where it was in the beginning. He enjoyed the drink tremendously, especially if it had lots of ice in it.

    And they laughed as they talked, and talked even more; enjoying the moment as it is without a care in the world.

    Posted by zai at 12:29 PM | Comments (0)

    October 18, 2005

    The Mighty Cross

    "Are you sure you don't need any help?" asked the security guard.

    "It's ok, I can handle it." The lumberjack tied the timber logs down and waved goodbye.

    The guard walked back to his post and relaxed in his chair. He looked towards his partner and wondered aloud, "So, what now?"

    "Now? Now we wait, as we always have." replied the other guard.

    "But what's the point of us being here? The forest has been harvested, all the trees are gone."

    His partner took a glance across to the field now peppered with tree stubs. He had grown to like the trees, having walked among them almost every day, for how long now he could not remember. He zoomed into one stub in particular, the one in the centre of the forest. He especially liked that tree. It was huge. It was massive. It was towering. It was.

    "Just do your job. It's not time to go home yet."

    "I'd rather be in the city than out here. I hear it is going to happen within the week."

    The second angel Cherub of the Guard of Eden did not know what to say. He wanted to rejoice and yet was sad. But he had hope in his heart that the timber from the Tree of Life will find its way to his Master. He had given thought to everything that was about to unfold, but the sheer magnitude and beauty of it was just too awesome to behold.

    Posted by zai at 01:59 PM | Comments (0)