This has been written before, but still stuck with me. When I first came to the church in Chinatown, I really don’t remember anything, besides the people and their care. I only listened to whatever they said but didn’t really understand much at that time. I do remember watching slides.
Then I moved, by God’s grace brought me to 123 during grade 3. I came because of classes my dad signed me up for. I joined Saturdays and the day camps. Though I still haven’t believed yet until around grade 5 a brother preached to me and believed. Then for whatever reason I didn’t come to Sunday meetings. And when I was in grade 6 and 7 I started coming home late.
One day, brother Frankie invited me to join Sunday, I came with him. Then I started coming on Sundays.
I only joined Sundays, but after I started high school, I didn’t stay out late anymore and when I started volunteering at day camp, I joined Friday meeting.
During this time I also joined the break bread meeting. But also I didn’t involve myself, I didn’t sing or voice out.
Then in my grade 12 year, in 2006 in November I was asked whether I wanted to get baptized.
My dad was ok, but my mom didn’t want me to. Forward to the day of my baptism, something happened (I will share it if you ask me, don’t really want to share it on blog, involves being kicked out which didn’t happen)
Even then I still haven’t broke through singing and voicing out.
Then in 2008 camp, was when I broke through singing and voicing out. And somewhat was able to share. When I try to voice out my heart would beat faster and nervous, but overcame that.
Then some time later I voiced out more, during Sunday and the other meetings.
Then after I got sick for awhile, I stopped voicing out and sharing. Though I was reminded. Then I got complacent.
It got worst when I started working, because I didn’t join much meetings.
Although even then I still sometimes have feeling of wanting to voice out, but keep finding excuse to not to.
To be continued.