May the text watch over you
Sometimes when I’m driving God speaks to me.
No, I’m not talking about hearing voices in my head. What do you think I am, crazy? Besides, God knows me better than that. So when He speaks to me, He writes it down, naturally.
Just the other day, for instance, I was on another one of those 1-ringgit highways (I love the way they price our roads like little budget shops, it’s so cute I almost want to get down everytime and hug the toll-booth. Or the troll in the booth, if you prefer that sort of thing). You know, driving, just minding my own business and entertaining the thought of tailgating the usual Kancil driving at 40 in the 90kph lane, when - bam - God tells me to be courteous. (more…)
