Spent the weekend in church. HOGC. The church that is one of a kind. A prototype. Unique.
The church that is not about the building, nor the auditorium, nor the screens, nor the effects. The church that is about its people. About the God that is shown through its people.
So when I say this church is unique, I actually mean is that its people are unique. People who genuinely hunger for the presence of God. People who will spend time serving and giving God their best. People who love others without expecting anything in return. People who enter the narrow gate. People who walk the road less travelled.
These are the people I spend my time with, and I’m grateful for each and everyone of them. Every weekend, I think about how unlikely such a bunch of us would ever have become friends if it wasn’t for church.
I look to the right, and I see people who might have become very successful in life. I look left, and I see people who come from broken backgrounds.
Then again, I look right and I see a kindred spirit. I look left and I see a heart touched by the same presence.
We all come from different walks of life, we all have our past. Yet here we stand, sharing the same future.
We’ve come together because we chose the path less travelled. We stand at the same point because somewhere along our individual ways, we met a fork in our life and we chose the path that led us to this point.
It was a path not many took. It was a path that was not the most popular. But yet, it was the path that made all the difference.
Tonight, I’m grateful that God brought a bunch of us together like this. A church of people who have made the same decision when they met that fork in their life.
We are travellers on the same journey. We are fools fighting the same cause. We are trench buddies. We are comrades.
Here’s to Family
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference”
– Robert Frost