I’m writing about something I never even thought I would write.

 Yes, that’s true. I never even dreamed that I would feel like writing something like this. But because of a journey I once went on, I felt the urge to write this. What I am talking about is a religion, or rather, a belief. I prefer to call it a belief rather than a religion, because to follow a religion one must be a devoted follower of it. But to believe in something, I think devotion alone is enough.

I am a Buddhist. But quite unexpectedly, I got the chance to visit a  church. That was the Marawila Kurusa Church. Having never been to a church before, I felt a strange sensation when I went there. Was it emptiness? Was it mystery? I have no idea. But it was a very beautiful feeling. I felt that sensation for the very first time in my life. Yet, at the same time, I felt as though that unfamiliar feeling was somehow familiar. I don’t know why. Even though I am a Buddhist, that day I felt a deep connection to Jesus. I spent a long time looking into the eyes of the statue of Jesus. From that day on, I began to believe in Jesus. I believe that Jesus is with me.