I was once lived in a multicultural community. I was in charge as an instuctor for some training project for three years. I met many people from different and unique background. We built a good and deep relationship as our mission to be brothers and sisiters for all, to make the world to be a single family. Time went by and in the end my supervisor asked me to continue my study out of my country. With all requirements of study, little by little I lost contact with “brothers and sisters.” For almost six years I lived out another life style. The time came then when I decided not to join the community anymore. Everybody said that it was impossible since I didn’t have any problem with the community. My beloved rector just finally said “Dear son, you need more challenge, feel free to be succesful in your life.” I went back then and worked for an education center. Again I started new life with new people. One day, unexpectedly, one of my sister in the counseling training once sent me an email. It was a big crush for me since I never expected her to write me. I thought that I lost her at all, and no hope to see her because I thought I was not her brother anymore. Then I replied the email telling the truth, in hope that she would understand that I wasn’t her brother since we were not in the same movement anymore. But several days later she replied and said that for any reason we were still brother and sister. I cried ….in my heart. You see how in one point of our life we lose something but in the other point we get something more precious. In philosophy people call: heart has its own language. How’s your heart?????
Are you there?