This photo shows the wall at TFS next to the Moon Gate. We seldom see what is underneath the whitewash. The bricks look surprisingly beautiful.
What is on the surface? What is underneath? When I first studied English Literature back in the secondary school, the theme of appearance and reality often showed up. This theme also dominates our life.
Mom has been going to church. She attends the Sunday worship service. She is a regular now, though she still hasn't known many people of the congregation. We had a chat this morning while having breakfast. She talked about a pulpit message urging those who only attended worship service to take part in other activities as well. Maybe I am of a more rebellious spirit. I just told her that even worship service isn't neccessary for her salvation. She only has to believe. And in case people at church are concerned about her "spiritual develpment", well, just tell them there is a seminarian at home who can take care of that.
It's interesting to witness my mother going through this becoming-Christian process. I just hope that she won't be turned off by the church. It looks as though the doors of the church are always open, but once you are in, you know things look different.
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