After the Lord's table, the saints and I were having lunch together. An elder brother just became friends on my facebook, and he said he was browsing through all my pictures (certainly over thousands of pictures). Saints and I were making fun of him stalking me. Of course, the elder brother was out of care and love, but those pictures remind me of my past.
When I first arrived England, I was struggling. First, the church life was small. The sisters were scattered in three different cities, and I hardly found a companion who was near. Second, the new life and a sense of isolation forced me to make friends. I'm always not a person who feels that Christians should/shouldn't do something. Therefore, I joined the new friends I made to clubbing. I didn't feel bothered because I knew I'm a Christian and I wouldn't really do something bad, so why not?
