For the past 9 years, my family has been worshiping at IBC. My involvement was in a small way here and there. I made casual friends. The friends I made certainly are not the kind I could call for to help me move house or drive me to the airport. After nine years, I still cannot use one of my church friends as emergency contact. You know, one of those "in case of emergency and you cannot be contacted" space you need to put in when you fill up forms for your doctor, the hospital, children's school and day care? I always put in my family in Indonesia. My heart is screaming. This is not right. We have lived here for 10 years now. Nine years of those Sundays spent in the same church, but we still have nobody that we can call upon in case of emergency? Something is definitely wrong here.
It is one of the reason why I am giving GKY a try. May be in this church, where everybody is some how connected to GKY, things will change. It is sad though, isn't it. I am a firm believer of one body of believer under God. I see the beauty of worshiping God with people of all nations and tongues. Of the 21 years I've lived overseas, I've always avoided going to an Indonesian church. I am all for pluralism. I do not approve the segmentation of churches along racial, ethnic, and nationality lines. Is this the defeat of pluralism in the church? What is God's desire for his bride, the church?
What went wrong? What did I do wrong? I certainly will ponder upon these questions
from now on.
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