For a long time, I lived in a world of silence and static. Back when I was 22, I wrote this on my blog:
“There is no end to my thoughts on death. What is death… and why is it something people hate and grieve so much? Life is not easy; there are more painful days than happy ones… Wouldn’t it be easier just to die? I don’t know… Looking at myself now, I feel so miserably pathetic. ………Truly…….. I just don’t know anymore……………………………………..”
That was me back then.
At 24, I met God, and I began to change. Meeting Jesus, I started to think that the world could be different. I went from believing only with my head to wandering again, repeating a life of drifting in and out of the church. Inside, I comforted myself by thinking that Jesus lived in me as His temple. But the emptiness inside me was bottomless.
In my late 30s, amidst the recurring global economic chaos—in a world strangely obsessed with money—my questions remained unanswered. I became desperate for the Truth. I wanted to meet Jesus directly, not just with my head, but with my heart. Even during the years of “head-knowledge,” I tried to follow His teachings, but it was only superficial.
But now, I have been reborn from the grave. Looking back at those words I wrote as a young man, I realize once again how truly great God is. I love You, God. And I love all my fellow laborers and companions around me.
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