Street Fellowship, Jln Petaling

Last Saturday we (me and budakz) took the train to

the only reason i took this picture is because budak 02 thought her house was 2 stops away when it was 8-9 stops away...and therefore we had to wait at the bus stop for her..and i was convinced that i was going to die of lung cancer (due to the smoke from the many buses).

At 10 plus...all 6 of us finally arrived. We headed over to Street Fellowship, which is like a church cum NGO to have bible study with a group of less priviledged people. None of them have a "physical" home. All their belongings can be placed in 2 plastic bags at max, or perhaps 1 worned out suitcase if their lucky to find one on the street. The bible study was on "How do I know I am a Christian", Nic aka future pastor lead us in B Malaysia and another guy translated it into Cantonese, since i understand both languages i had a double dose of bible study that day.

Despite our assumptions that perhaps street/ homeless people are not educated or illiterate, most of the people in the bible study could read verses aloud from the bible and many could memorize verses by heart and SHOUTED the verses out once they heard the leader state the book and verse. *1 guy who just got out of prison, gave his life to JC that day after the bible study, PTL! It serves as a reminder to us "privileged" people! It's amazing to see how even without a home, they could praise and thank God, and we often complain about the inadequacies and perhaps utter endless "need" prayers to above. Their faith certainly put others to shame.

I had an opportunity to speak to one particular old man, reminded me alot of my own grand dad. I started speaking to him in Mandarin and Cantonese, he replied in those languages at first then totally blew me away when he replied in perfect english (proverbs and all). I hope to see him again next week, perhaps he would be more open to share more about himself then. He still isn't a christian but his friend invited him to come for bible study and he did and has been coming for awhile.I trully wonder how did he get from where he was to where he is today, what happened?

Street Fellowship also serves food (3 meals daily) to the needy. Next, we proceeded to the street feeding at a back alley in the city center. The bible study had about 20 people or more, but at the feeding place there was like 200 over people. We helped dish out rice, curry chicken, tea, vege and all then served them personally to each individual seated on both sides of the road. Me and Nam had to go fetch like 10 kilos of bananas as well, and we and the bananas nearly got ran over by a Metrobus. (Moral of the story, never run across roads when the light is about to turn green while carrying 10kg of bananas). Some kind soul donated boxed of Kiwis as well, so they each got a Kiwi. (We had to teach them how to eat this, many just stared at the fruit blankly)

Medical check up and medication was also a free service at the feeding. Personally, I can't remember the last time i had to help feed so many people, reminds me of the story of the 2 loaves and 5 fishes.

The weather was really hot that day, but despite the heat, it was both an enriching yet scary experience for me. Some of the people appeared violent, in a trance, "high" on something and many started smoking weird stuff after the meals. But isn't this what true service is? or rather aren't these the people that JC came to save or give hope to?


After our long day, we decided to reward ourselves to a delicious bowl of beef noodles, we wanted to visit the shop we went to the last time but it was closed, so we had to venture to yet another shop. I reckon the first shop still serves better beef noodles. We were also so dehydrated that we not only drank during lunch, but went to MacD's for Ice Lemon Tea and also "lo han guo" from Petaling St.

hm..this is turning out to be longest ever post, but i gotta end here. Been actually a crazy busy week, even though our midterms was last week, but i thought it was a experiencing worth sharing before it fades from my memory.

Unlike most of us, street people have only a time frame of 6-12 months to survive. If we merely feed them without any form of practical help (eg. refer them to a home, get them a job) they will either get beaten up, thrown into jail, or die.

Cherish your life, and think twice before you complain about your comfortable life. And if you have time to spare, help is always needed on the streets. All you need is a heart for people~!