Cambodia teaches me to love my own country. It's funny how the affections for a foreign place could ignite a deeper wealth of emotions for where I was born and raised. There's a kind of pride that everyone possesses for their nation. It commends and honours the people, culture, government, laws and so on. And it gives honour to people of other nationalities as well. I believe that if we don't love our country, criticise and loathe our fellow countrymen, we can't begin to love people of other origins.
Loving Cambodia by praying for them, ministering to the locals and embracing the physical conditions, I questioned myself if I do that for Singapore. I should be doing the same, if not doubly so. Over the years, God made me see how essential Singapore is to me simply because I am Singaporean; my destiny is linked with hers. She is a beautiful city, and a representation of His power. I wanna love my country even more this year.
