Unworthy.

*phone rings*
Jen: Hello?
Her Mother: Hello Jen.
Jen: Hello Aunty! How are you?
Her Mother: I’m good thank you, Jen. How are you?
Jen: I’m very well thanks.. what’s up?
Her Mother: Well, I heard you’re going out with _ tonight.
Jen: No, not tonight. I’m probably meeting her this Sunday. Did you need something?
Her Mother: I just wanted to ask a favor, Jen.
Jen: Of course, what do you need?
Her Mother: I wanted to ask you to talk about the Lord with _.
Jen: … okaaaaaay…
Her Mother: … you know how daughters can be. They’ll listen if their friends tell them but if it comes from their parents, they’re not interested.
Jen: ..Uh… huh…
Her Mother: Maybe you can ask her to come to church with you or something. Why don’t you invite her sometime?
Jen: I understand…
Her Mother: Ok, thanks Jenny.
Jen: …It’s ok…
Her Mother: I’ll talk to you soon ok? Send my love to your parents.
Jen: Ok Aunty. Bye.

That is sooo the kind of stunt my mother would’ve pulled.

I don’t feel worthy to share the message with people. Even my friends. Unless they ask me something. I mean, honestly… what the hell do I know about Christ anymore? I feel too disillusioned by the people at church these days. I feel so far from God myself. No no no. I can’t blame the church goers. They are only a fraction of the problem. But I’d be a hipocrite to share anything with her if I myself don’t do the things I’m telling her to do.