SUNDAY, JANUARY 4TH, 2015
MY CHURCH FAMILY
I hadn’t been to church since Christmas Eve. For someone like me that’s a long, long time. The sun broke through atop my mountain top to assure me it was safe to venture down the mountain.
I can’t explain it to a non-believer but worship invigorates me. It makes me feel connected, involved, appreciated, needed, and a contributor to the solution of deep seated problems that surround me. At my church I’m surrounded by smiles, hugs, and handshakes. I like that. I need that.
That fog is gone and has been replaced by cold, windy air that promises to increase.
A friend of mine has shared with me the following:
I’ve made my peace with not knowing.
I rest in the not understood.
I dance my life with no words
and fall to my knees with
gratitude, joy, anguish, hope,
among my fellow creatures.
To which I add, Amen and Amen