The church seemed to be busier this morning. This is the second week of Pre-Easter Day. This morning service wasn't as touching as last week where the pianist this morning didn't play the sad song like last week. But, it was okay, I think. Today's preaching was about sincretism. Fortunately, Pr. Ayub Yahya preached today and the jokes were like usual, so shaking my stomach. Many things were learned. On of them is about how we should avoid syncretism. Syncretism consists of the attempt to reconcile disparate or contradictory beliefs, often while melding practices of various schools of thought. The term may refer to attempts to merge and merge and analogize several originally discrete traditions, especially in the theology and mythology of religion, and thus assert an underlying unity(wikipedia). When Ayub Yahya said that, I remember how when I was asked to go to my grandmother's cemetery to spread the roses there. At that time, I refused the invitation to go there. I didn't believe with this kind of tradition. That was why the today's preaching reminded me with that occurence.

From church, Garlia, Jerry, Maria and I went to an Indonesian stall in Bukit Batok, just 2 minutes away from church. I ordered Soto Ayam and it was so nice. It was the first time for me to eat the soto ayam. Before, I asked some Singaporeans about this food but they didn't have idea. Hem....I will go there again next week. So nice, but it was only bucks. I loved the ketchup besides I miss this Indonesian hot kechup. This mad me miss my family suddenly when I was reminded that everytime we went home from church, we always had a lunch in a "prominent" soto stall near our church. I hope they bought that today and they always remember me everytime they have lunch.

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