Disillusioned
My parents are much further from Christ than I thought they would be. All my life I believed that because one simply "believed" in Christ, that they were Christians. I was mistaken. I was wrong. I write this blog post in righteous anger. An anger not for words put against me, but for a triggering phrase said by my own father who claims to have God's grace when he truly is - lost. Where humans fail us, God always prevails. The situation arose when he accidentally Whatsapp called me this evening. I picked up and the discussion turned to how my parents consider me too 'work-abiding' and said I sounded more worried than necessary about certain documents I needed to send over to my new workplace in Malaysia. Every phone call I make with my dad frustrates me. I am not exaggerating. While we may have peaceful conversations when in person, it is almost impossible to have any when separated by an ocean. This is partially due to my dad's incapacity to STOP
