Every time I go back home from work, my three year old daughter always runs toward me, smiling and very happy, expecting me to hug her and feel the inner desire inside of her in seeing her father who has been a long day gone from her presence, from her busy day full of playing and imagining, watching and listening, shouting and singing, wondering and questioning and from a lot of exciting moments.
Yes! This is really genuine. This is true love and joy express to the fullest. And I love it. I really appreciate it. I am even thankful for it every day. However in my Christian journey, this reality, this love and joy in its fullest is a myth to my Christian world.
Every Sunday, in 52 weeks, believers meet smiling but not missing one another, sitting beside each other yet far away from their thoughts of knowing, wanting and caring for each other. What is present is the opposite. And the master is always hypocrisy. From the preachers of God's word to the people's prayers, everything is about themselves. It is never about Him with His people.
This is the story of my life as a christian. It is tragic. It is hopeless. It is full of lies.
How will you heal this brokenness inside of me? How will you answer my questions about loving God and loving others with the community where I belong? I need to hear voices that speak louder than words. The Bible says "Faith without works is dead".
