A Lost Sheep Has Returned to the Side of the Shepherd
Xinjing,
Malaysia
Ever
since I have any memory, my parents have been doing odd jobs and
worship in the temple. I once asked my mom, “What kind of god do
you believe in?” She said, “I don’t know, yet I have to worship
because this has been handed down through generations.” I thought:
If she herself doesn’t know what she worships, what’s the meaning
of her worship? Therefore, I think my mom is blindly worshiping.