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Yesterday morning as I'm on train for work, my eyes saw my hand that holding tightly to the hanging-handle.

The first thing that caught my eyes was the wedding ring.

And I remembered the woman who I married to.

Then I realized something...

The questions that I's asking ... 

Why is it so difficult to live as follower of Jesus?

Why is it so tiring?

Why is it so hard, the struggle to put to death what belongs to our sinful nature?

Why there're so few who're serious about their faith?

Why there're so many nominal faith?

I think, the answer is not very far from a wedding ring.

Because we've forgotten what's marriage.

We've forgotten that in marriage, the two becomes one. They're no longer two individuals. But one body.

And that truth really hit me hard then and now.

That I'm now married.

I can no longer do things that I like, whithout thinking of the consequences / implications to my wife.

(pause)

Come back to the faith thing.

We've forgotten that what Jesus' demands from us, is a marriage. It's not just to fling around like what the culture here lives out. Today we're together, tomorrow we're on our own ways. Even in marriages nowdays people see and do it that way. No wonder that faith and commitment also very shallow.

Now whenever I see my wedding ring, it reminds me of two things.

I am married. My life is no longer mine.