Where God is on a Saturday Night

Saturday night couldn't help but feel a little routine. Which isn't surprising, considering it's been going on for over a decade.
A decade with new faces, of course.

A write-up on the happenings on 18/10/08; 7:00-9:30p.m.

(It's really, really hard to write this without it sounding boring or clichéd, so do symphatise a wee bit and bear with it.)

Prayer. Small groups of 3-5. Only this time Sarah Khoo wanted gender-specific groups (confusion didn't occur, thank God), with an addition to the usual prayer points: guys pray for gals and vice versa.
And somehow Kutu got the idea of upholding gender-confused humans in prayer. Which we also did, mind you.

And as if this write-up couldn't get any more boring, it's this writer's unenviable job to painstakingly continue on, to the icebreaker. (Call it self-pity.)
It was Tania's bright idea. Four people 'kill' others while shaking hands, another four try to find out who the serial killers are. The others, well, they just go around, wide smiles, shaking each other people's hands, asking for full names.
It ended, as James puts it, as a "joke", when it turned out that one of the killers was accidentally killed by another killer.

Now, routines are meant to be routinely followed because they are routines. Next on the list, praise and worship led by Joyce.
The first two songs were aptly based on freedom; [freedom from PMR and] freedom through Christ (AYC '08's theme: Freed2Follow).
And it's pretty interesting to note that the female bipeds stand in front during worship, whereas the guys are, well, farther back (in more ways than one? haha just joking).

Having done this for more than a few times, it was apparent that preacher-for-the-night Leroy appeared confident through and through. (It's like a makcik making nasi lemak everyday; it seems relatively easy to her.)
His sermon encapsulated a few remarkable testimonies and the Nash Equilibrium (brilliant Economics mumbo-jumbo) in a nutshell, all set on experiencing God's miracles in our lives.

Finally, it ended with doughnuts for the PMR-ers, courtesy of Eunice Lee.

And yes, God's definitely there every Saturday night. He'd never miss it.

"Would you miss it?" - Justin Loh Shern Cho (the wannabe philosopher)