Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Be Holy (Part 1)

Yesterday was the little mouse’s first day at work in a new place. Oh what great scent; the whiff of a new adventure! After a hard day of work (not really though), it’s time for the little mouse to travel back to her humble abode.

Unfamiliar with the route home, the little mouse could not decide on whether on taking the left turn or heading straight. On one second, the little mouse thought, “I remembered, it’s the left turn!”

But, at the very last second, “Oh no, I think I am supposed to go straight…”

And off her little mousie car swayed, from the left lane to the middle lane.

Oblivious to her, she committed an “illegal” move! Mr. Policemantoe and Mr. Policemantaa who was at the junction stopped her. “Oh no, what wrong have I done?” the little mouse pondered, while her mind is still very much cluttered with question; which direction leads her home.

Mr. Policemantaa: Hey, mousie lady, you know what traffic offenses you did?
Little mouse: Err… no, actually…
Mr. Policemantaa: Sure?
Little mouse: Was it because I swayed to the middle lane?
Mr. Policemantaa: You did an illegal sway, my dear! Where are you heading?
Little mouse: Home. I thought home was that way. But in the end, I think it’s this way.
Mr. Policemantaa: Heck, no. You should take that way. That way leads you home. Why the sudden change of mind?
Little mouse: I was not sure. I am very unfamiliar to this place.
Mr. Policemantaa: So how? Want to pay the fine or not?
Little mouse: Huh? Not pay the fine?
Mr. Policemantaa: Yes, missy. Not pay the fine…
Little mouse: … (stared blankly at him)
Mr. Policemantaa: Treat us a meal, if you wish not pay the fine. (grinning cheek to cheek)
Little mouse: … (continue to stare blankly at him)
Mr. Policemantaa: Yes, just gave both of us a “treat”. Else, you have to pay 300 Dils. That’s a lot, you know! (grinning ear to ear)
Little mouse: 300 Dils??? (eyes opened bewildered)

Then, in all sudden, the little mousie angel and the little mouse devil appeared on both side of her shoulder.

The red devil whisper to her in one ear, “Hey, 300 Dils is a lot of money! Think of the hard work you poured in to earn a better living. Think about all the pretty dresses and delicious meals you can buy with it. Come on, give them a ‘treat’. Besides, everyone does it! It’s so common. So normal. So, why not?”

And so, the little red devil continued with his long, elaborated thesis on why not the little mouse gave a “meal treat” to the policemen.

The little white angel spoke of only two words. In a gentle whisper, he said, “Be holy”.

Little mouse: Err… Mr. Policemantaa, it’s ok. Since I have done wrong, I deserved the fine.
Mr. Policemantaa: What???????? (eyes wide opened bewildered)
Mr. Policemantoe: What’s happening here? So, how little missy?
Mr. Policemantaa: This little missy wants a fine!
Little mouse: I have done wrong. Please fine me.
Mr. Policemantoe: Are you sure? Come, let me see your driving license.
Little mouse: Here you go.

So, Mr. Policemantoe took the little mouse’s driving license and took out his pen and this notebook.

Mr. Policemantoe: Where you heading, missy? (flipping the pages of his notebook)
Little mouse: Oh, I am heading home. May I ask, which way to home. I am quite lost.
Mr. Policemantoe: Oh, go straight. That’s the easier route. Don’t turn left.
Little mouse: Will there be traffic jam there?
Mr. Policemantoe: Well, in this hustling-bustling city, it will be jammed.
Little mouse: Oh… no other way?
Mr. Policemantoe: Yes, but straight would be much easier.
Little mouse: Thanks, Mr. Policemantoe.
Mr. Policemantoe: Hmmm… next time becareful. Don’t do any illegal move anymore, okay?

And then, the policeman handed her back her license… just her license. She received no fine.

She’s glad she made the right choice; that is to be holy as Lord her God is holy. For her choice pleases God. And that is what matter most.

Thank God.

1 Peter 1:15-16 (NIV)
(15)But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; (16)for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."

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