my image of God.

"facils, please pass around the materials that the confirmands will use to form their image of God."

upon hearing that, i passed around a stack of paper and broke the big block of plasticine into smaller pieces, one for each confirmand. some of them didn't want their little blobs of plasticine, so i took those and rolled everything into a ball. as i was rolling, i pondered upon what my God looked like; honestly speaking, i never did spend any time at all(in my twenty years of life) thinking about God's appearance. i pretty much left that to the Church and the media to decide; an old man with greying hair and a wise beard, or perhaps an angry cloud accompanied by a couple of lightning bolts, or maybe even black man who spends his free time cleaning an empty building(yes, that was God in Bruce Almighty).

as i rolled the dark grey plasticine in my two hands, i realised that its colour was changing to that of a seasoned eraser; those with a touch of light grey after repeated and frequent use. and then at that moment, it struck me. God was an eraser.

God(to me) is an eraser(a magical one that will never ever diminish in size) and the world we live in is his canvas; we are the pencils. everyday, we go about our lives and make decisions; like pencils drawing/writing on the canvas, we leave behind marks, sketches and scribbles. throughout the whole process, the pencils get shorter by the day and one day, they will outlive their purpose and be unable to draw on the canvas anymore. likewise, we grow tired, old and eventually, we die. and throughout our lives, we don't make good decisions all the time and these are times that God comes out and says, "there, there, lemme erase that for you."

with those gentle words, our wrongs are righted and the canvas is clean again.