As much as I wanted to hide it, the news came as a blow.
I wanted to say it was no big deal. That hey, you know, I’m more saintly than to feel low like this.
But when the news came that my sermons would no longer be streamed on my church’s platform due to new policies (there are too many speakers and services each weekend to be uploaded), my heart sank.
The news wasn’t all bad. Very graciously, we would be given our recordings and we could upload them onto our own platforms.
The timing of this was divine. I’d been so blessed to be given the chance to have at least 6 sermons uploaded before this change. Meanwhile, God had been providing volunteers and funds for the launch of our new ministry platform called Kitedreams. ✨
I knew without a doubt, that God was in this.
But tears came to my eyes. Selfishly, I thought, I have finally built myself a steady viewership on an established channel and now, I’ll have to start from GROUND ZERO.
As I walked to a coffee shop nearby for my usual Teh-C-kosong, a voice called out, “Are you Wai Jia?”
A stranger and IG follower came to me in tears sharing how my sermons had impacted her, changed her life, and spurred her to share them with her friends.
Of all days.
I stood there stunned, in my exercise top, shorts and flip-flops, amazed she’d recognized me behind my mask.
A day ago, a friend had shared with me, “To you, it may just be one view. A small viewership number. But to that one person, it’s his/her whole life being impacted. Don’t discount the impact on the one, even as you aspire to reach more.”
Thank you @ilovescoop, for your timely encouragement. God knew I needed it.
*From now on, all my messages and talks will be uploaded on our new Kitedreams platform. Coming to you soon. ✨💫
Sending gratitude to the amazing @cscc.sg team for all your love and support all this while, for the chance to serve.