About

I was born into a pastor's family. To me, the church was not a choice but like the very air I breathed, and my father's name was my identity. From a young age, I was always called 'the pastor's son,' and my own name felt like an appendix that followed. I learned how to hide my emotions first. I had to control my laughter and tears to suit the situation, and I grew up hearing that a single mistake would lead to a crack in the entire community. That is why I always tried to stand upright. Words that were never wrong, an attitude that never wavered, and standards that allowed no exceptions. When I returned after studying theology, people naturally placed me in this position. They said I was a young but firm man, someone who could establish order. I did not reject that expectation. Rather, I tried to become even more precise within that framework. I came to believe that helping someone is ultimately about setting standards and making them keep them. I thought emotions were a form of disorder, and disorder was an element that shook the community. So, I chose the role of observing people from a constant distance, quietly adjusting them so they wouldn't cross the line. That was the safest way I knew.