Sitting in church, idly looking at my hands. And I realise that I am wondering why they are such a funny colour. Everyone else has dark skin. Mine looks odd, even to me.
I don't want to lose my own cultural identity. I want to understand others, but I want the freedom to be me.
Is the church setting me free to follow my call? Or is it tying me down? This is a question that needs answering before next year.