I'm talking about the pilgrimage, the journey of faith we make. (To non-Christian readers, this may appear shallow and nonsensical but hey, it's my blog ;-) )
I've come to realise that it's each individual's journey which we can't expect to be accompanied with.
To 1st generation Christians who are accustomed to persecution and going to church alone, you would be used to it.
But for people like me, who grew up in church, for whom Sunday church used to be a family affair in which we all went to church together, it's a hard realisation. But hey, better learn now than never, right?
So many Sundays as I head to church alone I contemplate over the great change in my life that I still find hard to grasp sometimes.
At some points, I even ask myself questions which if spoken aloud, people would send me for counselling of the highest order.
*Which is why I'll never ask these questions aloud ;-)*
Like they say, it's more cruel to give someone everything only to take it all away, than to leave a person with nothing from the very start. Simply because the former has tasted all the riches and comfort of life, only to lose it all. The latter? He never knew a better life, nothing to miss.
Am off now,
Jo
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