I arrived from work and entered my house, saw a few lights on and assumed my roommates were at home. I enter my room, change clothes, go to the kitchen prep something to eat, go downstairs get my laundry done, come back to the kitchen, and realize that everything is a bit too quiet. I call their names, nobody answers. I am, after all, alone.
Next day, I come home and all is dark, I don’t hear a sound, so I turn on my music and sit down to relax for a bit. I cook something, wear something comfortable, all is so good.
The musical silence inside my head is broken; I am not alone.
Light and darkness, presence and absence. My experience at home is but a shade of the dance that is life with(out) God. Continue reading The God of Unbelievers #2: Absence