Today marks the 20th death anniversary of my father. I suppose now is a good time to look back at life.
I have a love-hate relationship with the “basketball ministry” of my home church.
Recently, there was an article about Hillsong’s stance on same-sex marriage that made its way among people I know. The article was about the author’s disappointment on how Hillsong, as a church (I did not know Hillsong is a church) is not making a stance when it comes to same sex marriage. And since I told a friend of mine I wanted to write about something controversial, I figured this is an apt subject matter.
Every once in a while, someone will wonder why at my advanced age (okay, not that advanced) I have zero experience when it comes to romance. I often say that I just haven’t met the right girl yet, which is oddly enough an answer most people accept (there are tons of ways to argue against such a reply). But the truth is, I think the reason is really something more intrinsic. I think it’s more because I don’t really understand this thing called courtship.
I am, by nature, a fault finder. I have the inclination to nitpick about faults, mistakes, and things that could have been better. Criticizing things comes naturally to me. Now I manage this part of myself in order to behave like a normal human being by balancing this with the apathetic part of me. After finding fault in something, I can just opt to shrug my shoulders and not care about it. That way, I can choose to not dwell on it and move on. However, things get a bit complicated when it comes to matters of the church, where we’re taught that we should care.
Let’s take some time to reflect on the age old concept of not marrying unbelievers.
A friend of mine once asked me why I am no longer going into full-time ministry as I once planned. I answered that it’s a long story, and I’ll eventually just write about it. Well, looks like now is the time.