Why am I not praying more? 0-Kiss Me Now!!

It's been a long while since i updated. Was pretty busy with trips and work. Yeah.. but mainly busy with trips though. Haha..

Was in London, Glasgow and Edinburgh 2 weeks ago. And just came back from ski in Clermont Ferrand, not far south from my place here in France.

Uploaded a huge bulk of photos along with some vids in facebook, and i don't think i would do that again here. The reason being if you know me, you would probably be listed on my facebook. So I assume its not nessecary.

During my 2 months stay here in France, other than knowing more about the French, I actually get to know more about Muslims. About Islamic teachings. Cause I travel along with my friends, and often than not, I'm the only non here.

So we talked about things and I asked about their religious practices too.

Often than not, when I tell people that I was a buddhist before and later converted into christianity, people question me the reason I converted. And that's the first question which I conveniently stumbled upon.

Why did I convert?? It's really easy to answer this yet really hard to explain. The answer is simple. It's the love of God. Yet, the love of God is something beyond description i would say. It's too BIG to be put in words, too simple yet complex to be elaborated.

It's an experience that you will only understand after you try. That's just how awesome it is.

I've been travelling a lot these few years relative to what I've done over the past 20 years or so. Each time I see a sunset, a full moon shining on a snowy landscape, or simply flowers blooming from its cover of ice, I just can't stop praising God who made all of these.

It's mind boggling. Travelling around in Europe, you'll see lotsa great building works, lotsa monuments laying around, huge statues. They are great, some even magnificent.

But comparing it to a simple sunset which God created, architectures become relatively insignificant. People use years, billions of gold, and a great amount of man power to build something worth seeing, and often than not, the architecture is complex. But a sunset, it's just simple and elegant.

Actually, writing this, I wanted to explain my version of God's love. Yet, I figured that if it's hard to tell verbally, it's gonna be 10 times harder describing it in writings.

So i'm just gonna say, the love of God is something that will make you smile thinking of it even in your sleep. Yeah, it's real.

During my stay in London at a friend's place, early in the morning around 5 plus, they would come in, wake me and my friends up to pray. Not asking me to pray along, but it happens that the place where I'm sleeping is where they do their prayers considering the limited amount of space and rooms over there.

I went to take my shower and when I was back in the room, they were still praying. I watched for a while and I thought to myself, why am I not praying as much as they do or even more when I know deeply that God has always been more than good to me.

He has been constantly providing me everything I need, and more than not, things I want or wish for. How great it is to have a God like this?

When I first arrived here, my laptop crashed. Yet God provided me with a laptop. The office gave me a laptop where I am allowed to bring home. So I asked myself, why would God want to take the trouble to crash my laptop and then give me another one later?

Well, because during that period of time, the only thing I have with me is my bible. No laptop, no magazines, no books. What I did every night after work? I read my bible. And it's really great to read God's word. It became addictive that I want to read my bible so much, I would rush home after work. Until I have my office laptop together with internet connection, I never touch my bible again. That's how distractive a laptop can be.

Anyway, to cut the long story short although its already considerably long, there's no other God that I will praise and give thanks to and acknowledge, for I personally experience this great love from God and there's no way I'm gonna let that go.

Oh I forget to mention, one night I was sleeping between 2 of my Muslim friends in London, I got my mp3 played on my phone, and I just raised my hand and worshipped. I hope my friends didn't freak out thinking that I turn into Zombie at night. But who cares. That was one of the nights I sleep with a broad smile knowing that He is there for me more than ever!