I stood there with a friend talking about a myriad of things. We were neighbours, had schooled together and constantly been in communication. I remember it like yesterday. I guess I said something about going to church. The expression on his face was that of shock and disbelief. ‘Weird’ is the only word that could describe what he felt. “Do you go to church?” That statement put my whole faith in question. A rubber stamp of what my university years were like.
I was hoping to feign a shy smile, but right there, was a pivotal moment in my walk with God. My answer was as expected: “Yes, I go to church, you’ve never known?”