On Christmas Eve, I suddenly feel an urge to visit a church. The last time I visited a church was five years on a snowy night like tonight. The church's serenity provided a much needed reprieve for my greatly troubled heart. I am seeking the same conform for my wounded soul.
There is an old church about ten miles from where I live. I arrive at around 8 o'clock and the church is empty. Midnight service is a still several hours away and no wandering visitor comes at this late hour. The atmosphere is quiet but not eerie. It exudes an air of solemnity and a tranquil feeling. Snow is falling unrelentingly outside, yet I feel strangely warm as though there is a fireplace in this small church. In the middle of the altar is the Cross of Christ and on the sides lie the Christmas tree and the nativity scene. I don't know when it started but my eyes are drenched in tears. At that moment, I kneel before the cross and whisper a prayer.
Dear God, I am not a Christian but I believe there's a God who loves and observes humanity from above. Please shine your mercy over the bloodshed in this world and heal those wounded in spirit. I have lived my 30 years in one failure after another. Despite harboring countless dreams and ambitions, I am still at square one--bitter and empty-handed. My first love left me for money; my second love left me for a shiny career. O God! Is there a place in the world for me?
Tears are overflowing down my cheeks.
If you could hear me, on this Christmas Eve, I have but one simple wish. Please help me find my soulmate, someone who will love me for who I am.
Christmas Eve some years later.....
The old church is as dignified as it was in yesteryears. A couple is kneeling before the big cross. There is nothing unique about the couple. They are just two ordinary people who live ordinary lives.
Dear God, I have finally found my soulmate. Although she is ordinary in every aspect, I love her and she loves me. We will live and struggle together till the end of our days. Thank you.