Where did I get my support from?

That's what I wondered before I went for serving for ministry yesterday. Besides God, of course...

No, it wasn't my parents, they are the ones who knew me the least.

Not my cell group, sure, they're friendly and stuff, but I don't really open up with them except jokes.

Not church friends generally cause I don't know some of them well.

Not even Shavonne, cause all of us got of fair share of burdens. Besides, talking to her alone always made me feel better.

So... where did I get my support from?

Strikeforce.

Why? I dunno actually. I guess because we... as a company of jokers, we jokers can often relate and joke our problems out so easily that we forgotten what difficulties we had. It's that amazing! I don't even need to share my problems at all.

For the past few weeks, I really saw a different side of this ministry. Serving is no simple feat. If you don't go all out, you aren't serving. Do you ever see Jesus served people half-hearted? Never!

Besides.. this ministry is really fulfilling the culture mandate. Can't help but to think I'm so blessed to be part of this beautiful... wonderful... Strikeforce.