I went to ACSJ today for my cousin's church's worship session + sermon. This caucasian couple from overseas came to perform with the worship band and they were great.
I must say it was my first time stepping out of my comfort zone, placing myself admist these people I once considered alien and somewhat disillusioned. But I couldn't be absolutely sure unless I tried it for myself, and I now stand corrected. At least partially.
Yeah, the way they worship and sing praises to their Lord seems cheesy, but you know, it's just their way. They aren't afraid to give themselves totally to Him, to lift themselves up into His Hands and worship His Name in their own way.
And for the first time being in such a holy communion, I felt good as well as uncomfortably awkward. First steps are always like this, I suppose. I mean come on, how can you not feel good in a place filled with genuine warmth and welcoming gestures despite knowing, somehow, that you're not supposed to be there? I feel good at mosque too, although that's more of a peaceful feeling than one of particular mirth.
In any case, I feel proud to have surmounted this spiritual challenge, of sorts, and gone to show my support for my cousin.
On a funnier note, all of the people there who met and shook hands with me, mainly the ushers, had a hard time catching and pronouncing my name. One even went as far as to spell it out as 'Cairo', while the Reverend himself couldn't make the connection between my mum and I. hahaha..weird, but I suppose they don't see many people with a Muslim name in a church service anyway. Here's the irony : the foreign couple (probably Australian or American, I'm not sure) recognized and pronounced my name correctly the first time. Strange...
I really wonder if today's event was the beginning of my baby steps toward a possible transformation...it seems as though I can only turn to my cousin Yilin for support if I have any doubts regarding this issue. My mum is...how should I say, a bit too biased and strongheaded for me at this time.
I shall continue to be my skeptic self and see if this little sidetrack will take me to yet another dead end, or into another vast, unpredictable journey in which, somehow, I can only see good things.
Perhaps, perhaps.
I must say it was my first time stepping out of my comfort zone, placing myself admist these people I once considered alien and somewhat disillusioned. But I couldn't be absolutely sure unless I tried it for myself, and I now stand corrected. At least partially.
Yeah, the way they worship and sing praises to their Lord seems cheesy, but you know, it's just their way. They aren't afraid to give themselves totally to Him, to lift themselves up into His Hands and worship His Name in their own way.
And for the first time being in such a holy communion, I felt good as well as uncomfortably awkward. First steps are always like this, I suppose. I mean come on, how can you not feel good in a place filled with genuine warmth and welcoming gestures despite knowing, somehow, that you're not supposed to be there? I feel good at mosque too, although that's more of a peaceful feeling than one of particular mirth.
In any case, I feel proud to have surmounted this spiritual challenge, of sorts, and gone to show my support for my cousin.
On a funnier note, all of the people there who met and shook hands with me, mainly the ushers, had a hard time catching and pronouncing my name. One even went as far as to spell it out as 'Cairo', while the Reverend himself couldn't make the connection between my mum and I. hahaha..weird, but I suppose they don't see many people with a Muslim name in a church service anyway. Here's the irony : the foreign couple (probably Australian or American, I'm not sure) recognized and pronounced my name correctly the first time. Strange...
I really wonder if today's event was the beginning of my baby steps toward a possible transformation...it seems as though I can only turn to my cousin Yilin for support if I have any doubts regarding this issue. My mum is...how should I say, a bit too biased and strongheaded for me at this time.
I shall continue to be my skeptic self and see if this little sidetrack will take me to yet another dead end, or into another vast, unpredictable journey in which, somehow, I can only see good things.
Perhaps, perhaps.
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