A humbling experience

      Anxiously, I wiggled my way fast thru a dense crowd at Pudu terminal in KL last Sunday afternoon. I was gasping as I reached the counter. Glancing at  my watch, it was 4:30 p.m., the scheduled departure of my bus to JB. “What’s the bus number? I asked. “Sir, the bus is delayed for another hour”, the lady apologized as she handed over to me the refund. I have had delays in the past but this time I felt betrayed. I just bought the ticket two hours before. I was upset. I left before I can say unkind words to the lady. I just preached about love that afternoon and it was put to test. “Never mind, you’re not the only bus company here, I can find a better one“, I thought haughtily,  as I move from one counter to another. I found one that will leave at 5 p.m. At the back of  my ticket was written the platform number and the bus number. I was pleased. When I went down to Platform 22 to look for my bus, a guy came shouting in Malay. I tried to figure out what he said and I understood from the others he wanted us to wait for awhile. To my dismay, he brought us outside, standing while waiting for our bus.  I was devastated and humiliated. This time I was not angry at the sales girl and the Malay guy but to myself. I was awakened to the reality. The bus arrived at 5:30. And as I sat comfortably now in the bus, the Lord brought me to Himself and to His terms. What a waste of time and energy I did. I could have relaxed and read my book and boarded the bus quietly, should I have waited patiently for an hour. Another hammering of a common yet illusive lesson. God’s ways are higher than my ways. God is always in control. I just smiled the thought of it.