Monday, April 03, 2017

6 Months Have Passed...



Almost six months have passed since my life unravelled in such a spectacular fashion.

Been spending this time re-looking at my life, and re-thinking everything that I have gone through. And a few things stick out:

Relationships:
The closest people that I have been around and who have been around me are those from church. If I were to count 20 of my closest friends, easily 19 of them would be from church. Yet in the aftermath of what happened, I found that I’ve lost almost all of them. Now, of course in that list there will be those I’ve hurt and betrayed. Naturally the instinctive understanding of them is that I should not expect them to care for me anymore. And I understand that. But I beg to differ.

There are 2 basic ways to respond to what has happened. People are free to think “WTF! He’s such a jerk! To think all this while I’ve treated him as a friend, and he turned out to be this vile pervert. I no longer wish to see him. I’m done with him.” They would be perfectly within their rights to think so. However, I also know that there are friends who react differently. They say “WTF! He actually did that? What an asshole. But hang on, that’s not the same Peng I know. I dun deny that he did all that, but there’s definitely a very big gap between the person I know and what he did. And since I care for him, I want to know what happened to him.”

Am I being idealistic? Maybe so. But if my sister had wronged me heinously, I would still want to meet her, and talk to her directly. She’s family, and I want to find out for myself what happened. I wouldn’t settle for just what I heard. And so I guess the first disappointment I have is that it seems like the church wasn’t family at all, after all. My pastor asked to meet, then cancelled on me, never to arrange another meet up. My church elder met up with me, only to be surprised to hear me say that over the years, I had tried many times to repent and stop doing what I did. It made me wonder how big a jerk he thought I was, and how long he’d been thinking so. My other church elder met me once, and then never again got in touch. Now there’s only 3 persons left in this church I’ve devoted my life to, who still keep in touch. Nobody else in my “close circle” has even bothered to directly ask me what happened, or to find out what happened.

Now, I know I sound incredibly self-centred. But I don’t think that just because I feel remorse towards the community for the way I’ve let them down, I no longer have the right to feel disappointed at them for the way they have responded to the situation. Before, I always worry that I was too jaded, that the church community I devoted myself to has many qualities, and we had genuine relationships. Yet on hindsight, I find myself vindicated in my opinion that I was never really very highly valued as a friend (let’s not even talk about being a brother). I was good for all the operational requirements that the church needed, and so it was only right that there was some reciprocation for all I had done. Yet none of that mattered once they felt offended by what I did. All of a sudden, the only thing left was anger and disappointment – followed by estrangement.

Michael Card once wrote “Only a friend can betray a friend”. And I find myself wondering – how much of a friend was I? If nobody questioned the gap between the person they know and what they heard, how well did they really know or care for me? And if I wasn’t that much of a friend, wherefore comes the hurt and disappointment? There should only be anger.

And therein lies the dreaded conclusion: there is only anger towards me. And so I guess there wasn’t ever a genuine relationship.



Me & God:
A very natural result of my estrangement with the church community would be my estrangement with God. There have been those who tried to urge me to return to God. And I know there’s also a part of me that’s asking myself how long more do I wish to avoid God. But at the moment, God remains too distant for me.

A brother from the Men’s Ministry tried to get in touch with me, and showed his concern for me. Throughout the dinner he empathized with me, showed concern, and urged me to return to God. He invited me to one of his meetings, sharing that there are godly brothers who would like to pray for me.  I declined, and told him it was too soon. Another invitation came along, followed by another. After a month, the invitations stopped. As did the concern.

I find myself wondering how the story would end if Jesus had invited the woman at the well to come to the temple and be prayed for. If he hadn’t stayed and talked to her, and showed a concern for her personal life. And yet many times the church only seems capable of agenda driven concern (Or maybe I should use “Purpose Driven” Concern. It seems more trendy in the church context.).

The truth is, the church is the physical manifestation of Christ. When the church has professed such an extreme estrangement towards me, I am unable to detach it from my relationship with God. And even if I tried to restore my relationship with God, there would be no context for me, since there is no longer a community I can serve.



In Short:
In the last 6 months, it feels like a very heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I no longer busy myself incessantly with ministry, with church. I now spend my weekends resting with the wife, recharging and restoring our relationship. And the more I detach myself from the church community and context, the more understand why the world feels it doesn’t need God.

The problem isn’t God. I know that. He is still the same God as before my world collapsed. I still believe He is real. And He is there, watching me as I type this.

But right now I find it close to impossible to go back to Him, because I still feel my life might be in a lesser mess if I had never known him. Maybe the disappointments and burdens of my baggage with Grace, Andrew, Zhang Mushi, tuanqi, youth service, and even PPCFC… maybe if all these had been removed from my life, I would not have fallen into the sort of pseudo depression that contributed to my deviant behaviour.

Maybe.

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