man are like the little mahjong tiles scattered on god’s mahjong table.
on the four corners sat the leaders of each faith ~ shuffling, stacking,
aligning and configuring us as we lay prostrated, not knowing which
amongst the challengers is going to pick us up nor are we to know our
fate because when one challenger at a glance decides not to retain us in
his group, we would be dropped so fast~ disposed like a factory reject
onto that non partisan white square, our only consolation being that
one of the other three leaders will eventually picked us up to form a
group he so desires but, if so we were initially needed, then you and
I could be certain at that instance how that leader will always keep
watch over us throughout the game~ how he carefully rearranges us,
aligning us into neat stacks getting us ready for that one final show of
hand so, no worries gentlemen~ each time we ponder why some
people faith hop but still found hope and a brand new day like a little
block of mahjong tile as they got shuffled, stacked and pushed along
in their own little journey called faith!