It’s strange for me that some much more faithful people in church greet me every Sunday by name. Needless to say (type), I don’t even know their names in most cases.
Further more, this morning someone called me a “faithful servant [of God]” possibly since every Sunday — save one — I’ve helped during service for the past several months in my own little way. Considering it all, I’ve never thought I’d hear those words describing me.
Yet I consider myself unfaithful to God and to others. I don’t feel the same emotions as others and often lose the concept of faith. Maybe I’m too damaged to be a good Christian of sorts.