I was born as a Christian in a Christian majority. Although my country is the country with the largest Muslim population in the world, but I was very lucky to born and raised on the family and the Christian majority. My dad was not too obedient to religious or very rarely involved in our religion rituals, but my mother was an activist in the church where we were registered as a member.
After graduating high school, exactly mid-2001, I went to college in the nearby city of my hometown is the city of Medan. As an innocent man who is very strong religious tradition (now I understand that it is just empty meaningless ritual) in Medan, I started to follow my faith. Even more radical than when I was in my home village. I became a congregation of Bethel Church of Indonesia Medan Plaza. I have many friends from different ethnic backgrounds, origin. Living in a city with a high level of heterogenism forcing me to understand many things. In this city the first time I saw angels robed and turbaned attacking certain groups on the basis of religion. On the basis of religion, they intimidate, persecute the group, the people who they consider to be the dregs of society just because of different beliefs or ideology. As a Christian at the time, I understand the plight of those Christians who were persecuted by the story of many martyrs of God. The events of the same very often happen even the government was powerless to handle.
After graduated from college school, beginning in 2006, I went to Jakarta to find a job according to what I want. While before I get a job, I live in the house my sister married. My sister has a husband of a charismatic church activists. Though my brother-in-law a religious, but I watched his attitude to his family is not correct. He hit his wife (my sister) in front of my own. Even for small reasons, he drove me away from their homes. I finally left the their house and looking for a rental.
Appropriate time, I met a girl at church that I visited on Sunday. Incidentally she is also my neighbor. I am really very interested in her. I really wanted to be a part of her life. Honestly, I am not attracted to women but for this one girl, my instinct man really rise up. Anyway I'll do anything to get her. I always carry in my prayers girl's name, even in every form of my prayers. I'd love to God touched her heart so open to me, (because previously she had rejected me). But I keep trying because at that time I strongly believe that God will act. But God remains silent, even HE ignored all my prayers. Even I accept the harsh reality, the girl was engaged to a man hold a church to be married. My world had collapsed. My prayer is not meant for the Lord. I cried, disappointed in God and also on religious people. Especially when I know that she rejected me for some reason, different churches, different denominations. I really really hate religion! ...
When I shared this story to my Christian friends, almost all of them said, God provides the best, the best, the best, .... Who knows how long!
