A jesus culture
Ever since I landed in the UK, never ever have I been so culture conscious in my life! Before my first week ended, I must confess, I had already made up my mind to marry only a person from my own culture. I suspect the culture shock had me real good. And the quiteness of Britain, unlike the hustle bustle of India had me almost crazy. I wondered if people ever ventured out on the streets.I began to miss even those chaotic traffic and noise pollution in Delhi, much to my surprise. Every morning I would wake up in the comfort of Zeli's bed, eagerly peering through the window expecting to be greeted by a streak of light against a blue sky but only to find a gloomy welcome. Fortunately, this does not deter me to look out morning by morning and finally, after four days of my arrival, I saw a glorious sunshine! O the pleasure of meeting the morning sun! I took several pictures and posted one on Facebook. I had to. I am a morning person used to watching the crack of dawn. Gloomy days do me no good. I try not to get too affected by it.
Anyway, over the past few months, I became increasingly grounded in my culture. I upheld the Eastern culture and preferred it over the counterpart. I was more appreciative of cultures from the East and more so of the culture I am particularly from. I was more Mizo than I was back home. In my heart, I was proud of our communal society. An individualistic society never appealed to me and did not think much of it. Little did I realise how narrow my attitude had become until I had a friendly brain buzzing session with an analytical, spiritual Brit having a good amount of culture exposure.
It all started because of my inclination to blabber much when in my comfort zone. The culture issue was brought up and there I met a contradiction. I began to realise how my own cultural zeal had not really pleased God. It was not really Biblical. As a Christian, I cannot uphold one culture more supreme than the others. The cynical attitude getting ingrained in me which, if nourished could have limited me and thus my life and also the plan of God. I would have confined myself in a tiny context while God wanted a wider realm. It would have been a struggle later, had it not been nipped in the bud. God dealt with me before I gradually turned fanatic.
Finding a niche in a multi cultural society like UK is not something that happens with a bang. But having the right attitude is a good start. I had not realised how much my thoughts needed to be dismantled before God's plan unfold. I learnt early that one cannot impose one's culture on others. Having disarmed my arguments, God replaced in me a touch of His heart. A heart that upholds a Bible culture. A Jesus culture. A culture that promotes love and open wide to different backgrounds. A universal culture that is sensitive to others and makes others feel comfortable and at home. Well, I cannot define everything yet but when two or three are gathered around, we could have a Jesus culture.
Yes, thats it!!! It has just been revealed to me that when I am with others, my very act of being just
a listener or an encourager, saying a word or two is having a Jesus culture established at that moment of time. Just being a blessing to others is a Jesus culture. It need not be huge infact, small acts of kindness is the essence of a Jesus culture. We should not be bothered about anything as long as others feel blessed which is the most important. O what an 'eureka' moment!
C'mon let's spread the Jesus culture. It's simple and easy. I am excited.
Anyway, over the past few months, I became increasingly grounded in my culture. I upheld the Eastern culture and preferred it over the counterpart. I was more appreciative of cultures from the East and more so of the culture I am particularly from. I was more Mizo than I was back home. In my heart, I was proud of our communal society. An individualistic society never appealed to me and did not think much of it. Little did I realise how narrow my attitude had become until I had a friendly brain buzzing session with an analytical, spiritual Brit having a good amount of culture exposure.
It all started because of my inclination to blabber much when in my comfort zone. The culture issue was brought up and there I met a contradiction. I began to realise how my own cultural zeal had not really pleased God. It was not really Biblical. As a Christian, I cannot uphold one culture more supreme than the others. The cynical attitude getting ingrained in me which, if nourished could have limited me and thus my life and also the plan of God. I would have confined myself in a tiny context while God wanted a wider realm. It would have been a struggle later, had it not been nipped in the bud. God dealt with me before I gradually turned fanatic.
Finding a niche in a multi cultural society like UK is not something that happens with a bang. But having the right attitude is a good start. I had not realised how much my thoughts needed to be dismantled before God's plan unfold. I learnt early that one cannot impose one's culture on others. Having disarmed my arguments, God replaced in me a touch of His heart. A heart that upholds a Bible culture. A Jesus culture. A culture that promotes love and open wide to different backgrounds. A universal culture that is sensitive to others and makes others feel comfortable and at home. Well, I cannot define everything yet but when two or three are gathered around, we could have a Jesus culture.
Yes, thats it!!! It has just been revealed to me that when I am with others, my very act of being just
a listener or an encourager, saying a word or two is having a Jesus culture established at that moment of time. Just being a blessing to others is a Jesus culture. It need not be huge infact, small acts of kindness is the essence of a Jesus culture. We should not be bothered about anything as long as others feel blessed which is the most important. O what an 'eureka' moment!
C'mon let's spread the Jesus culture. It's simple and easy. I am excited.
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