Unwritten

The last time I checked, I own a seriously deprived blog. Two posts in a row today should do the trick. On Sunday, I followed my relatives to church in the morning after a sleepover the day before. A small clarification though, I am not a Christian. However, I agreed to follow them to church. Firstly, I know that it would be convenient for them and for me, as we are going for lunch later on. If they had to drive all the way back (it's quite far you see) just to pick me up for lunch, it would seem that I'm exhibiting diva qualities (*blushes*winks* is there a male term for that word?).

Furthermore. They are such nice people, they think of me everytime they go out and would invite me along. I am of course very touched by that. I have relatives who don't even notice that I'm already back in Singapore on the 3rd day of Chinese New Year (which is rather depressing) and they did not even deign my absence. So, these relatives are truly the best I can ask for. There is no reason why I should refuse to go to church with them, not after a scrumptious dinner with them on Friday in a Japanese restaurant where sandals and round-collared tees are not even allowed, a fabulous brunch and a generous dinner on Saturday. It's for convenience, I keep reminding myself. And so I went, open-minded and objectively.

Their church, so happens, was FCBC @ the Singapore EXPO, where memories of certain unpleasant stuff still held for me. It was very. very crowded over there. I was told that I had to do “service”, and I had totally no idea what was that about. If it was something like helping-the-elderly sort of service, I'm totally cool about it.

Turns out it was something like a concert, similar to that of my previous experience. (The singer was the same guy too, if I'm not mistaken. As I said, I remember faces and small insignificant things.) Only it was better, cos' I was with my relatives, who understood me and empathized with me. Generally, I still could take it. It was mainly singing religious songs and medleys. Now and then, they would ask everyone to raise both hands in a “I Surrender” position and close our eyes to “feel/thank god” etc. and bless those around us. Though I did that hand position, I couldn't put myself to do the rest. My relatives blessed me, and I said “thank you” politely.

There was a guest speaker from Israel. An American-born Japanese Israeli. Get what I mean? He basically analysed some parts of the bible. I didn't really understand that la... All in all, I wouldn't say that I enjoyed the whole experience, but I could still take it. It wasn't much. After that, my cousin sister said to me “it was very boring right?” I smiled. But I understand her intention, she was trying to help because she knew I wasn't Christian. Thanks! I really appreciate that.

To be truthful, I wasn't really happy about my past experience going to church, so did many of my friends. I have totally no problems with Christians, really. I only don't like if you force, trick me into church, which was what happened the other time. Something about that it was “only a concert, nothing religious”, along those lines. My relatives are Christians, but they asked whether it's fine for me to go to church and I can tell that they really care. Everyone is entitled their own religion. I respect every religion, though sometimes I might disagree with some things they do. Anyway, everyone should have mutual understanding of each religion and race!

Conclusion 1: Church wasn't that bad. Though I'm not influenced a bit.

Conclusion 2: Thanks to my relatives for that (and their [only too] good treatment to me)!

Conclusion 3: May all people of all races and religion live in peace forever!