An attempt to be real
I caught my self looking at the pictures on the walls of my church. They were put up during the celebration of the 8th anniversary of the church and have been hanging there for over 2 years now. Familiar faces, familiar smiles. The walls seemed to have etched memories of these wonderful people! The church stood strong on their sacrifices and love. Pillars or faith and prayers one can say. But one can wonder what else do these walls hold beneath all the photos of laughter and joy? Earlier this week, I had a conversation with a friend who decided that it was time to move from the church, have a fresh start he said. He then texted me, a person who's been a part of this church for 13 years - "Stay strong, You have a long way to go ahead of you". This arose in me a storm of emotions I did not know existed. It felt like a child jumped into a still puddle and all the settled mud suddenly splattered all over. I remembered how I watched, the church grow, separate itself, plant ...