God’s family

When I first became a Christian, I didn’t like my home church very much. Even though it was a doctrinally correct church and I essentially grew up in it, I felt like I didn’t really fit in.

The door slammed. Right in my face. I have never had someone do that to me before; this was the stuff of Hollywood dramas, but this drama was only just beginning. That was the response I encountered when my father asked me point-blank if I was seeing Pravin*. It marked the start of a downward spiral in my relationship with my father, two years of what my father called the “dark night of his soul”.

Family disputes are common. In fact, I see them happening in my own family all too often, whether it is over minute or important matters.