I have been attending a “high-power” meeting in KL about once every two months for the past six years. I have always amused myself as the “outstanding one” being always the only woman in the meeting, and being the only one who is not “high-power”.
For the past six years, there are change of faces. Members of the board are actually representing the media, universities and government departments. I have actually been through with three terms of different Chairman.
While I remain, there is another journalist who remains too. He is also the “outstanding” one, but among the gentlemen – he is the only one without a lounge suite on. He always wears “black and white”.
I like his white shirts and black trousers – always neat, clean and classy. Two days ago, I was in the same meeting. This time, he wore a “starched-shirt”. I could not see one “crease” on his shirt when he entered the meeting room.
“Oh, you starched your shirt so well,” I bubbled out the words.
He surprised me and all others who were early for the meeting with details on how to starch the shirt, how to iron – from A to Z, from good old days to modern days method.
As he talked and I listened, I visualized his hands moved with impressive deftness and dexterity on the shirts. And lo! a perfectly pressed, starched shirt in front of my eyes!
Is it not a perfecting picture of the workings of God? Is He not starching and ironing our worldly passions and pursuits and constantly perfecting us?