Finding forgiveness, losing faith ~Part 2

Faith, I find, draws us to the impossible. Then, a door slams close to your face. You can only hear the double-bolting of locks from the inside as you stand out there, speechless.

This morning, I woke up 15 minutes late for my morning ritual. I scurried out the street after a quick face wash. It was starting to warm up as the morning sun slowly peeped through the coconut trees swaying gently with the summer breeze.

I went the opposite direction from my usual route —I headed south.

Noticing a rather obscure church building by the opposite side of the road, it stopped me in my track. I've always had this secret fascination with church buildings, palace-like or lowly shacks, the size didn't really matter. Something always draws me to them...

And, this one stood tall. A rather imposing sign above its gutter advertised the church's name with a tag-line that says "the church that cares for your soul" in bold white print on a blue painted plywood board. I thought to myself, that was weird, and walked on by.

I wondered. Aren't "churches" supposed to be doing just that? Must a "church" claim a monopoly of doing such?. I know. And it still hurts to be reminded, like now. I've been to "some churches" who couldn't care less about a soul. For the life of me, I still can't figure out why.

My feet seemed to have a mind of its own as it dragged me back to the street, going home, and all I could think of was how to make sense of one more question...
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."  ~C S Lewis


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