You could very possibly guess the things that I went through during my childhood. A very expected, nothing out of the ordinary life. Raised in a typical, Malaysian Chinese family that learns a little about family and respect towards the elders and all that. Once in every while, whenever we visited my grandparents who're Buddhist, I was told to utter and wish blessings upon everyone's health and well being in front of the altar. Part of me doesn't understand quite very much the need of prayer in the first place, and a part of me doesn't even know why God (Buddhists') appears in so many different ways and look like Chinese people. They do, don't they. Not many people taught me this, but I learn to embrace it myself, and I was proud that I knew how to do so. I knew how to respect people's beliefs and traditions, how to greet people and give gifts and all gestures to show love. But what is love, really? I didn't know exactly back then.
I couldn't care less about 'religion' or 'God' or the whole point of existence. Some people might have beliefs or thoughts to a certain level, but I just couldn't care less! Probably because I knew there wasn't going to be any conclusion to any of this life's questions. Theories are just theories, facts can't be trusted because every fact seems distorted today. I too, perceived religion and especially Christians as goody-goodies that just need a hope for them when they're facing problems or whenever they feel like they don't belong to any society/group. I thought.
My family can be considered as one of the most skeptical family ever, for we love to reason things, and answer logically. And when I say 'logical', I mean in a standard that the majority of human beings can accept to be 'logical'. We love to call ourselves God, for we believed so much in whatever that we want for ourselves, we make it happen. (true, to a level)
In March 2005, something to big took place in my life. Something so big, it changed me from the way I look at life, the thoughts I had, the love I embrace and the way I talked. Never in my entire life, would I ever imagine that I would stand still and let someone talk to me and tell me about the love of Jesus. Never!! But God knew the whole person that I am, and did his works that gave me the patience to sit down, let a person talk to me about Christ and eventually receiving Him as my savior. "I'm now a Christian?!", I asked myself. What now?
It took me a couple of weeks, to get hold of the Bible, read it and really know what God and life is all about. The more I read and understand it, the more touched I was. Day by day, slowly filled by God's love. That emptiness that a person has no matter how much he/she indulges in satisfactory things of the world, can never be filled by the absence of knowing God and experiencing Him. It has nothing to do with morale values. There's a big difference in morale values and Christianity. Good value comes along as we embrace Christianity, but having good values like I once used to doesn't count that I know anything about Christianity. If I wanted to learn about being a better person, I'd pick up classes or motivational courses instead. I know I don't always come of writing this seriously, but I want to share this with you and I sincerely hope you would open up your heart to grasp this. I used to not have the will to ask to even wonder about this guys. But I know certain of you do, and if you are, there's nothing to be ashamed of wanting to know more. God is love.
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