Strange
Met this American guy round my age from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints on the way home today, he had a fellow friend with him and they were dressed in shirt and tie like salesmen, and at first glance I did mistake them as such. It was a strangely interesting, even if brief encounter actually. Standing beside me on the crowded train he just started a conversation, I was stunned as most probably would be, but this stranger didn't seem too menacing so I felt obliged to respond. After the introductions talk flowed to Mormonism obviously, but for some reason I identified myself as a Methodist, probably just to not "lose ground" and seem vulnerable, instead of saying (the truth) that I haven't attended church for six years. There was no animosity though, small talk was followed by an exchange of beliefs and ideas, and then farewell at my stop. I'm pretty sure these missionaries were trained to respond differently to different people, they'd probably not push too much into Christians who (by right) should know about the mistruths that the Mormon church preaches, and instead make it seem like it's "just another church albeit the one and only true one" by saying things like "the Book of Mormon only serves to confirm the Bible". In a way I pitied the young man upon observing his devotion to the organisation, but there was nothing more I could've said lest inciting some heated debate which I couldn't have possibly held or won. That led me to deeper thought. What is faith if you couldn't stand up for it? Blind faith is shaky; there must be a foundation present before one can or should say "I believe", and it doesn't end there either because there will always be those around us trying to falter our steps. That got me thinking about education as well - you need to be able to read to receieve, you have to speak to preach, to write to convince, you need them to understand, to discern, to defend, to praise, to love, to worship.
Yet all these words are empty aren't they? I know what some of you think. Why am I still pretending? Who cares if I make such revelations? Or is it someone creeping into me telling me that I'm not doing enough to be Christian? Why do I continually run away? I don't know, I don't have an answer, and something tells me I shouldn't care.









