Church...I have been privileged to know no other until I went to college. Slowly I learned to love another church family. To join together in another church body to glorify Christ and I felt loved by these believers. I stilled missed the little church in the country with the white steeple.
I never really feel like I have really been home till I got to church. When I set down in a hard wooden pew and then worship while the organ plays. Yes then I feel at home. Not because I am in the perfect church, but because I am in the church where people remembered when I cried as a baby and now pray for me on my mission trips.
The pastor. The man who remembers my baby days. He preached on the importance of baptism and I listened. A few weeks later on a frigid wintry day I stepped into a warm pool of water before my church making known publicly what had already been done in my heart for years. My desire to follow Christ has been feed by sound doctrinal sermons.
I like visiting churches, but I like even more coming back to my little church on the busy highway.
Thankfully I have been learning things about church. It doesn't matter where you are, or who are with, just living your life in obedience to God is worshiping. I have been blessed that wherever the Lord has taken me He also brings me to just the right church. Yes, a place where there are people I don't know. A church with different church functions that I am used too. Still I have learned even if there is differences I can still be fed and encouraged just as well in a far way place.
Wherever I may be in this life I think I will always like going to church. Church though in a foreign culture? By far the dessert...rich chocolaty silky dessert that you can never get enough of.
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