The beardy man..cont..

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One day I came late to Church. Because of most of the sitting was full, I sit down at the very back of the church. I never sit down there, although most of the time I wanted to. Because I like to imagine that I see everyone when I sit there.

Nonetheless, when the first song finishes, suddenly the back door which is the front door of the church flew open, and chill air from the outside of the church came rushing in. And the beardy man walk in! It was a bit unusual to see him coming late.

Nevertheless, he walk in and took the seat in front of where I sit. He sat at the end of the long chair near the walkway.

The second song was a hymn. And as usual, he sang enthusiastically with his hands high up on the air. And he sang with all his heart with his loud deep voice. I think he had a very good bass voice if he join the choir.

That night I realised that there is something behind his deep bass voice when he sang. Sounds..almost like longing and joy. It was nice actually to sit near him. The beardy man that I used to look from afar.

Later that night, after the Sunday service ends, he talk to the guy who sat beside him. He asked what the guy think about the sermon that night. Interesting enough, the topic of the sermon that night is about living in singleness or married. And my mind begun to wonder again, if he is single or married. I thought he was single, because I never seen any women coming to church with him. Or maybe he had a wife. But died. Or they divorce.

After many clueless assumption, I started to think less about him. I stop looking for him when I came to church. And because I started to meet many new friends, he had never bother my attention anymore.

But one day...

#To be continued...

Beardy man

There was a man, an old man that I saw at Church every Sunday. He usually sit at the first row near the altar on the right side.
My first impression when I saw him was, he is a poor old man. But very spiritual. His beardy face and long hair remind me of the men who I saw in the movie 'The Passion of Christ'. He usually came with a sensible shirts and pants. Looks old and dull due to over-washed or maybe because he wear them again and again. I thought he is poor and couldn't buy new clothes for himself.
He always came alone. Never seen him coming with anyone.

When its time to sing worship song, he will stood up with his hands high up on the air. Singing at his loudest, praising God with all his heart. Sometime people who sit behind him or on the next row glances at him. I'd thought some may feel abit uneasy when they saw him acting like that.

But there is something about him that I find very interesting. Or perhaps, intriguing. I often shoot glances at him from far away. Sometime, I look for him at his usual sitting just to make sure he is there. He become an encouragement for me to come to church.

Despite the odd glances that people gave him, he keep coming like none of it bothers him. I was reminded then that coming to church is not because of you are christian. But because you want to be in your father's house. And when you were there, whatever people think about you does not matter. Because meeting God is your goal. Not keeping up with people's expectation.

One day, I came late to church...

#To be continued..