Age of Brooding for the author was a period of questioning about his new found Christian faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, not as in a first person physical encounter yet as good as one. In a sense, brooding is maturing something with care, where maturing is much like dwelling solicitously over a matter, a subject under consideration, and in the author’s case, his engagement in the Christian faith, when he followed Jesus Christ. With that conviction and the follow-on commitment, he took upon himself the unknown relationship challenges from all those about him – his parents, less of his siblings, his relatives, and friends – and in the possible prodigal waste of time in such a sudden and inconceivable endeavour. The door of faith is a narrow one through which it lets not self-righteousness, worldly glories, and dignities. We stay outside until we strip ourselves of adorning crowns and royal vesture, and stand clothed only in the poor skin of penitence. We must make ourselves tiny to get in. We must curl up and creep on our knees, to constrain ourselves to its lowly frame; we must leave everything outside; so restrictively narrow is it.