Between Master and Disciples

By Funny Yang (Originally in Chinese)

Before initiation, I occasionally cried. When I was mistreated or misunderstood, I was anxious to complain to God.

After initiation, I often cried and wanted to go back to God’s Home quickly, no longer wanting to play mundane games.

Long, long after initiation, I rarely cried. Thinking I was grown up, I became relaxed in my daily life, like a monk routinely knocking on the temple bell day after day.

More time passed. Then one day, my deeply sleeping heart was awakened again by an incidental occurrence and I deeply longed for God once more. Tears of more than ten years gushed out like a flood. I cried, without a reason; the longing was my only excuse.

In front of You, we are forever the children of God. We are smart and independent. But we are unwilling to grow up just because we like to look up to You.

When the spiritual song contest started, I regretted that my musical talent was not developed. I liked to listen to music but had only limited appreciation, and I had not reached the level of being able to compose music. However, Master responded to my heart and I became involved in the video editing phase of this project.

As soon as I received the assigned song, I listened to the lyrics together with the melody, and images  appeared in my mind. However, I could not paint the images I saw, so I invited a sister who knew how to paint to help. Because it was urgent, the sister took a day off to finish the paintings. That night with anticipation, I quickly drove to her place and took the paintings, ready for the next day’s work. On the way home, I listened to the music and thought about how to manage the video scenes with the images from the paintings. A moment later, without cause, tears came pouring out and I realized how deeply I was longing for God.

One thing that deserves mentioning was the unique way the sister and I worked together. She directly translated her feelings about the song into the paintings. I did not get involved in her artistic process. After she explained the meaning of the completed paintings to me, I started splitting scenes, then cut and pasted them into the motion picture. We seldom spoke in order to give each other creative space. When the film was done, the reward for me was unprecedented: starting afresh, a longing for God from the bottom of my heart emerged once again.

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