The Seeker

Chapter 2

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
2 Corinthians:5:17

I struggled to open my eyes as I saw a flicker of light pass by me. I hear voices around that were speaking and that got me even more curious. As I gather my consiousness back, I saw a woman with dark curly hair sitting in the side of the bed where I'm lying. I am lying in a bed.

"W-where am I? Who.. Are you?" I whisphered as I tried to rise.

"No, no Dear, don't try to rise yet. It's okay you're safe here, don't worry." Said the woman, as she helped me back down.

"Uhh, before you ask again, my name is Marina Gomez, you are in our Pastoral house." She explained.

"Excuse me? Pastoral house? Wait... What do you mean?? Uhm.. Ma'am?"

"We saw you unconscious near the bar, and it seems like nobody would actually be around to pick you up so we decided to take you with us here... Also that you'd be safe."

"Oh, so uhh... You're Jesus people..." I saw a smile form in the woman's lips.

"Oh yeah... We are 'Jesus People', also known as Christians."

"Right..... Christians. Uhm... I'm so sorry for being a bother. I really appreciate your help, but I am OK, I can handle myself now. I can go...."

"Oh is that so? Will your parents be looking for you?" She asked with a smie. I lowered my head as I heard the question. To many that question would be really common. But for me...

"Uhm.. I don't have parents." I saw her emotions change as she heard my reply.

"Ohh... So, who are you with then? Who do you live with?"

"I live alone, in my apartment. My aunt is living somewhere else." I saw the woman look at me more intently as I spoke.

"Hmm... Is it okay for me to ask, what happened to your parents dear?" I looked at her as she finished her questions.
Will I answer? Will I tell this woman who I don't really know my life?
That would be crazy... I won't really want to open up to a Christian.....
And yet, I felt a stirring in my heart. It's as if there was something urging me to speak up...

"I..." I took a deep breath as I finally decided to give in to the urge.

"Yes? Go on Dear..."

"I actually do not know, Ma'am. My aunt says, my Mom married someone else and ran off, and my Dad died when I was Three years old." I replied with my head down.

"Ahh... Would you believe if I said we are somewhat similar? My father died when I was a baby too, and my Mother is busy doing he business so... We were left to our grandfather."

"Really??? So.. What happened?"

"Well, I was miserable. I felt really bad and desperate. I actually even cut my wrist until it bled so bad because of my pain...." With what I heard I began to look at her from head to toe. Really??? She ever actually did those things? It seems almost impossible'

"Oh you look like you could not believe... Let me show you..." She rolled up her sleeves and laid her arms in front of me. I looked down on it and indeed, I saw slit marks. I know it is, because I have them too.

"What can I say? My life was meaningless and that's why I did these things." Only now do I realize that we are actually more similar than how I thought.

"Uhmm... But.. It doesn't seem too obvious, what you were like before?" I asked.

"Oh yes, of course. And do you know why?" I shook my head.

"Because my past is covered with the blood of Christ. All I had back then was anger, hate, loneliness, and all those kinds of things. But... Without any emotional stuff or exxageration, when I accepted Jesus in my heart, the void... Was then filled." I just listened as she finished speaking, and I could not say anything at all. I did not even realize that there were tears running down my cheeks as I listened. She really did not say much, it was just words strung together explaining her past. But there was more to it than that. If my friends were here, they'd say I'm crazy, but I know it's not crazy. It is Real.

"I may not know what you're going through, but God does... And He also knows how to overcome those. There is also hope, when you are in Christ." She drew near and embraced me. I felt another pair of tears flow. I was never actually embraced like this before. It was comforting. She released me and began to speak again.

"Y'know dear... If You want more. You should come tonight. We have a revival crusade, at 7pm here at the church grounds." I thought of it for a second and nodded to her invitation.

"But then since it's already 11:30 in the morning, why don't you consider staying here until that time? Don't worry... This church is like a house, you can do anything you do at home here. Shower, eat and so on..." She said with a smile. Nobody would be waiting for me at home anyway so I guess it's okay.

"It is fine with me Ma'am... Thank you... Thank you so much..."