My faith in Shincheonji is a kind of unintended hocus pocus. So many neighbors were helping and were hurting their feelings from me. It is no exaggeration to say that I was carried by them. To what do I live a holy life? Looking back, I felt hard, fearful, and tearful.
In early childhood, I often roamed about the street. And then, a perfect stranger insidiously came closer and gave a wet tissue. Sometimes, I followed who say to eat a delicious meal together.
At a church, I enjoyed all kinds of delicacies by good fortune whether they asked for whatever or not. Then, my friend took me to church.
I can't forget the first worship. On the day of their invite, I felt both joy and disappointment. It is so attractive that believers have shown mercy, love, and peace for neighbors in need. So, I started to attend a church and do the long wandering.
I would never be able to find the answer by myself. But, I became to sit in silence because no one else unraveled it out cool. Nothing was resolved, and my faith was slowed down. At last, a final blow hit me.
Assistant Pastor emphasized we should argue for creationism against the theory of evolution even in a science class without any evidence in Korea without diplomatic ties. Well, Mr. Sullivan taught Helen Keller, who was invisible, to teach the conception of water.
Ignoring our own thought, they forced us, not persuade. The lack of persuasion has only increased the repulsion. The teaching was a mess. I really was heartbroken. The church could not solve anyone.
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