Tribute to Kenrick

My friend and neighbour, Kenrick, has passed away. He was 17 years old.

I remember I used to play soccer with him while I was still in secondary school. We played soccer downstairs. That was before the Playgroup was built at my void deck. Usually I would play alone, and sometimes he would join me.

I was never close to him. I have been to his house like two or three times, and that's about it. After that I went to JC and to army, and I seldom meet him anymore, only we would say hi and goodbye when we met in the lift.

He is always remembered as a well mannered and obedient child.

This show us how vulnerable life is. Many times we do not like to think about deep issues concerning our eternal life, but avoid it as we may, it always remains the most important question Man has to answer. One who has found the answer is a truly wise man. The greatest question under the sun. Where am I going? This is a question that the greatest philosopher cannot answer. So somehow Man has given up answering it. He thinks that by avoiding the question, he may explain it away. But explaining away is not the same as explaining it. Man still has no answer is his own ignorance. The best he can do is to believe, with great faith that would shame the religious, that it is not his turn soon. At least not today, so let him enjoy one more day of ignorance.

Yet none of us has any security or assurance that nothing will happen to us tomorrow. That is how vulnerable Man is, as much as he likes to think that he is powerful, wise, intelligent and independent.

Do we know where we are going?

Am I able to say, with Fanny Crosby,

For I know whate'er befall me
Jesus doeth all things well.