I never talk about Christ in my blog, or my belief towards Christianity. I often tell people that I believe in one God and I try to detach myself with religion as much as possible. I know that people would find this principle a bit agnostic, but I still classify myself as a believer in Jesus.
There is one story, however, that I always keep inside me. A simple vision/dream/imagination/thought when I was just about to get to high school. A vision that will forever haunt me.
It was the summer of 1994, and as a part of my mom's requirement, I joined a Christian Life & Spirit Seminar (CLSS) session. I vaguely recall the speakers' speeches (although I recall an old lady reading in her speech how "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi was related to the devil because the title of the song was similar with the verse in the bible...hmmm), but I remember vividly the last part of the session.
The priest, who was facilitating the activity, asked everyone to close their eyes and follow his instructions. It was a simple instruction actually, nothing similar to psychiatric hypnosis. We were just asked to think of Christ.
In my thoughts, I was welcomed by a man wearing brightness. It was hard to see, the way a sun blocks your vision. But it warm and comforting. As time moves by, the man was moving farther and farther away. The brightness remains, but his figure was receding into whiteness. Before He disappeared, I asked why He moved away - and then I heard a simple answer:
It was I who moved away.
I immediately opened my eyes to cry.
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