Knowing The Oneness

An experience with faith

Alexander Razin

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Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash

Growing up, the catholic christian religion deeply invested my parents. They only worshipped it because other Hispanics/Latinos believed in it. My parents still get ask if they’re catholic because, well, they’re of Mexican descent so they have to practice Catholicism right? Following my parents to every service and congregation, I was skeptical of the catholic faith.

In 2009 and 2018, Christianity found new meaning for me and my parents' life. New meaning changing our lives for many years to come.

It was a cold and gloomy Sunday winter in Texas in 2009. My parents decidedly headed to church as this church became the talk of the town. I for one didn’t want to spend my Sunday listening to someone singing and talk of much they love Jesus. I rather go back home and play my PS3 till the sun does down.

We arrived late to the first service, so my parents patiently waited in the lobby for the following one. As they waited, I scoped the lobby. Two women were sitting at an elevated table, speaking to each other as one ate a muffin with a plastic fork. I notice one guy with glasses contently approach the women, and he game the one eating a muffin a massive hug. This isn’t your usual church, I thought.

After a couple of minutes, people popped out in droves from double doors where they greeted and talked in the decent size lobby. These people appeared content. Man, their preacher is a miracle worker, I thought as my eyes illuminated seeing everyone's chatter. I felt uncomfortable being around these scary cheerful people, so my parents and I walked inside the auditorium to let the preacher's grace fall upon us.

Before we could hear the preacher’s grace, an ensemble of people came on stage and start singing. Ah, no, I didn’t sign up for this; I thought. The group of people played christian songs with a rock edge. They had a drummer, guitarist, bassist, keyboard, and the vocalist jumping up-and-down. It’s a full-blown concert. While the band played, the audience were dancing, singing along, and lifting their hands. My parents and I didn’t follow because it felt alien to us. I for one would never get accustomed to such practices, but I was wrong.

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Alexander Razin

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