Haunted Houses

 As I entered into the house gate of a neighbor last week, I felt right away a thick air of repugnance, gnawing and apathy. The feeling was so heavy.

No, there was no ghosts or whatsoever paranormal being. They're real people in there who lived like ghosts to each other. Every time they opened their mouths, a character was killed. They're in constant spewing of hellish words towards each other. My five minutes stay with them was like days in hell.





That was a real haunted house. The real ghosts are people themselves whose presence makes you feel like you're in hell: cold yet burning with anger and resentment.

On the other hand, I experienced so much being at home when I visited an old friend a few years back. My experience with Mickey's family made me want to stay more. Their words were gentle. The air was sweet. Every person took the effort to care and avoid vain words.

Heaven is the home where people make you feel safe, loved and accepted.  There's peace. It's heaven on earth.

The fruit of the Spirit is PEACE... (Galatians 5:22 )

Father,
Make us gentle and kind.
May Your Kingdom be with us
As we relate with our loved ones.
In Jesus’ Name.
Amen.

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