I am a Christian, and born as a catholic, whatever it’s called, protestant, Bethany, charismatic, gereformeerd, catholic, etc., I am Christian. Today I’m not writing about my believe, and to provoke your thoughts into this. In fact, what I’ve been experiencing, provoke me to write this down. I have a good friend, a best friend, a friend that I know her as a very good person and kind hearted. I love her still and respect her more everyday although she claimed to be a non believer—in God, I don’t dare to call her an atheist, since I’m not really sure its true definition. I have another friend, the one that I just knew, a young talented artist, which once on our way from Jakarta to Bandung, mentioned that ‘god[s]’ and ‘religion[s]’ are creations of persons that desperate on their life—if I may put it in my reinterpretation of our hours discussion. I also have an acquaintance, or maybe a friend, that once so annoyed when I said, “ in fact, I don’t agree with people using Jesus as a cursing...
mostly fragments of live experiences from the eyes of me.