Moral Dilemma

It was pretty weird in the six months leading to that fateful day when I decided to accept Christ into my life. My religious life would be packed around the weekend. Friday attending mosque and sunday, church. This of course excludes the weekly bible study I attended and the regular prayers at the mosque on an ordinary weekday.

My first church service was pretty harrowing. I was scared that at any moment I would be struck by lightning bolt especially handpicked by the other God who would surely not approve his worshipper attending church. I was also afraid of being seen and treated like an infidel. Infidels who leave the faith are not an especially favoured lot, and that is to put it quite mildly.

But I enjoyed church very much though so I kept coming back. I loved sunday church service, which would be followed by a lazy football game with my university juniors at midsummer commons, very near to Cam river. Back then I used to play soccer, until I developed two left foot and had to give up soccer for good.

As I learned more about Jesus, I began to want to know Him more. Coming from my background, it was difficult to understand the concept of the Holy Trinity, since there is only one God as I have been taught from young. Then there was a diet problem, since I could not bring myself near any pork which was considered unclean. I used to get by on vegetables and chicken (strictly not allowed though) at christian fellowship meetings. 10 years down the road I still have problems with eating pork, such is the power that my previous beliefs had on me.