Something Disturbing

I was told of something by someone whom I recently have the opportunity to know better.

It began with the story of her family, specifically, her husband, and then later on, the topic moved on to another more interesting one. We were having lunch at MARCHE, and after the lunch, her husband left for home with their youngest son, and the both of us settled for people watching at the basement of Vivo City in front of the OTO shop, with Bravisso ice-creams.

It was there when she started to relate about how a particular all women's group keeping to themselves at events, of how they tend to talk about things; about how certain disagreements resulted in the departure of someone whom her husband works closely with.

The topic moved on to people. The Caucasians and the locals, the rich kids and the poor kids, and lastly, the clean and the unclean.

My mind tells me that I shouldn't listen to what other people say, but do an observation myself. Well, I have had one observation on Thursday night at a group's meeting, and I noticed little things that happened there.

I know nothing in this world is perfect. But her comments set me thinking. My mind had flashes of things then and now, of people then and now. My mind and my heart raced to find a conclusion, a balance, an answer to all the slew of questions that suddenly flooded the mind.

But I cannot find an answer. Or rather, I refused to attend to my mind's boggling pursue for an answer. I sat in front of the tv set, and attempted to drift away from a new issue that has arise. But those questions didn't seem to want to be put aside. They re-surfaced during commercial breaks or whenever it prefers to come up.

I cannot find an answer to the disturbing topic of the day. The month. The year.

Is this the church that I want to belong to?