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Milan, Italy

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Paint your faith

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My trip Milan landed me to a small yet beautiful church called Chiesa di San Maurizio al Monastero Maggiore, located at Corso Magenta 15. It was on number #1 of my to do list in Milan. But I went there the second day. I am so thankful, I made the time to go there. The small church was filled with paintings of faith.


Some of my favourites were the beheaded of Paul, the first sin, and Noah. I also took a replica of the last supper since I couldnot get the ticket to see the original painting.

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Don’t trust your dream

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…like I never do, except for last night.

It was an unusual sunny day in Copenhagen, last Saturday. I went to second hand shop “loppemarked” in Frederiksberg in the morning and felt drained and exhausted. Stuffing my new owned clothes and cosmetics, I cyckled to my part time job together with my friend. And we decided to have BBQ at Island Brygge after finishing my work. It was such an enjoyable day, but we ended the day almost dried of over heating. Then… I got the dream.

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Virtual Christmas

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RE: I refuse to refuse anyone

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I  was reading I refuse to refuse anyone, a blogpost by J.S. Park when I remembered my conversation with my at-that-time new friend in Berlin. She shot me point blank by saying ‘you are christian, of course, you do not accept the idea of LGBT community’. And I spent a whole 45 minutes trying to explain to her what my view is. That was my first open conversation about LGBT community outside Indonesian community or christian community, in a language that is not my mother tongue.

The short reading made me re-question my view about LGBT community and I am confident to say the same Truth that I still hold tight until now, that:

  1. God did not create LGBT community. If He did, The Bible would have recorded it.
  2. Jesus died for everyone who is in LGBT community. The Bible says He died for us all.

What’s the different of me and you with everyone else in the LGBT community? Nothing. He did not create us for what we are as well. But Jesus died for us anyway. If someone then asked me, can a gay person be a pastor? Then I would ask back, can a thief be a pastor? Or can an adulterer be a pastor? Or can a sinful person be a pastor?

But I am still struggling to answer another question, which is, can a gay couple get married in a church?

I know church is for sinful people. Like a hospital is for the sick and not the healthy, hence church is for sinful people and not holy people. I know all is welcome.

But…

Church is also a community that (try to) observe the Holy Bible. And marriage sacrament is arranged carefully by the Bible how it should be and for who it should be. I dont think that church should marry any guy couple. And I think it’s not against human’s right.

I am a very sinful person. But if I asked a church to marry me with a man, who is my husband-to-be, I am pretty sure they wouldnt mind. What makes me any different with a gay person? I might be even more sinful than any gay person in this world. And just because… I am allowed and he is not. I do not understand, yet.

My question goes back to the gay couple who is asking to be married in a church. Why would you want to be blessed from people who dont want to do it for you in the first place? Is it also just because you need the legal status of marriage, even though the term marriage hold by the church is different with the one you hold?

Everything is still vague. But until it is clear for me, I refuse to refuse anyone. And to judge others.

From Mourning to Dancing

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Shepherd

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Today was the last day of rehearsal for our Easter Concert, which is tomorrow!

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Needing to hit some notes down, I came early to find that our choir director, our pastor, was still on his flight to Copenhagen from his vacation. I was stoned realizing it was a little over 10 and he was still not around. We were just a flock of few people who love to sing and fair to say that half of us could not sing let alone read note.

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