The thing abt churches in Singapore (or the US) is that they give me the creeps.
With the Glossolalia thingy, it almost felt like chantings at temples when the bomoh does some kind of ritual. Not to mention the healing and faintings and 'mass hysteria' that I saw. Scary.
I'm not against the religion. What haunts me is the way they murmured the language with hands held high in hundreds, in an enclosed and huge theatre, with probably no idea whether they have really mastered the holy language, but looking so holy, eyes closed.
They even tried to be too friendly to me when I was first introduced. I immediately backed away. Besides, after the hands were down, they didn't seem that holy, after all.
When I was in church school at 5 years old, churches were more peaceful. Holy. Quiet. Nice.
When he mentioned that he wanted me to join 2 of his church friends for dinner (for his belated birthday dinner), I was instantly defensive. I was rude and told him without hesitation, in sarcasm, that I was worried they would speak tongue language in front of me. He just laughed it off. I told him, I'm scared, knowing well that he will likely think it is the work of the devil in my mind.
The dinner went well, though. I put my mind into the delicious Korean fare and tried to be as friendly as I can, though I could have been more chatty.
It was tiring.
In fact, religions scare me. They result in dispute, conflicts, and sometimes, war. They put demonic images into my mind and force me into mental compliance. Yet, I adhere.
I feel cornered, sinful, bloody, even though there are more sinners out there. I am but, just one of them.
I dislike.
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