A letter from a Christian work in progress

My dear brothers and sisters in Christ,

Last weekend, I watched my Facebook newsfeed turn rainbow-colored as people celebrated the legalization of same-sex marriage across 50 states in the USA. Now before you, or other readers, start reacting or calling names, this piece of writing is not about what I feel about gays or lesbians, but what I feel about Christians in today’s hyper-connected world.

I observed the newsfeed and realized most of the Christians I knew were keeping quiet on the matter. Undoubtedly, it’s a sensitive and emotional issue for many people, and I spent many hours in my university days debating or mulling on this topic with Christian and non-Christian friends. I stopped discussing this when I got into the working world because I was too busy getting work done with colleagues, regardless of their lifestyle preferences.

I went to church on Sunday and nobody even mentioned this at the pulpit. Isn’t this the time for the pastor to share his views, when it’s the topic of the day?

So maybe Christians don’t know what they should say, or don’t feel like saying anything, or don’t dare to have a public opinion on a divisive matter. But isn’t this an irony considering how connected we are today, and how everyone is trying to voice their opinion? What happened to us?

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Christians and Hypocrites

I attended a conservative church for a few years when I was staying in Clementi. This church was a pretty legalistic place,  insisting that you either use the King James Version of the Bible or you must be reading the wrong version of God’s Word.

Of course, during Sunday sermons there, I always whipped out the NIV version that was given to me by my old church friends at Leng Kwang Baptist. I edited out all the “thee”s and “thou”s with every scripture reading.

But I digress from my main topic.

What I do remember most about the dogmatic church, was trying to push Isaac’s stroller from the road into the church entrance, and find the wheelchair access area blocked by big, fat expensive cars whose drivers could not be bothered to park at the faraway car park. I have a really bad memory, but this is one of the things which I will never forget.

I thought then : “How can Christians be so ungracious to the needy in the church itself?”

Which usually leads to “Is this how the rest of the world sees us? We say one thing, but we do another thing. Aren’t we such hypocrites?”

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Why I go to church

This was originally posted by me in 1999 on my old homepage.

Why go to Church?

Let me confess something first. I’ve always thought that church was boring. I sat through countless chapel sessions in my 12 years at the Anglo-Chinese schools and by the time I was Secondary One, I was thoroughly sick and tired of someone preaching up there at the pulpit. The songs that we had to sing were all the same anyway, and when I was a non-Christian (or pseudo-Christian, perhaps), they didn’t really mean anything except for a chance to rebel and just mouth the words along. One common sight during my time, and maybe even now, is that of students taking chapel to be a good time to doze off and catch up on their dreams.

And when I was asked to go to a church on a few occasions when I was young, what worse thing could happen except to see that it was little, if not different from my dreary chapel sessions? More preaching – sheesh. And the fact that I would not be able to get up late on Sundays?!? What about my cartoons?

Church? No way jose

Well, since that time, I’ve become an “ardent fan” of going to church. Not that it’s anything hip to do or that I go there to look and act holy, but church has become much more than waking up early on Sunday mornings to say your prayers and confessions. Nothing short of physical exhaustion or disembodiement will stop me from going to Leng Kwang and there are good reasons why, something I hope non-church-going Christians and non-believers out there will stop and read about here.

 

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