Church

Oddly enough, Terence went to church with me yesterday.
You have no idea what this gesture meant to me.
That he loved me enough to not just accept me, but accept my faith, my God.
No, not that he converted to Christianity, but he was open to the idea, open enough not to condemn/reject it, open enough to go along, see for himself, and just go with an open mind.
Very mature.

I, of course, have not been there for a good couple years.
I used to think, I'm a believer.
I don't need to go to church to believe. I can worship and honour God by myself, in my home, or just about anywhere, anytime.
Besides, I'm not a fan of the loud accoustics / band music etc at church.
All i want is a good service, a good minister, to hear the Pastor speak.

But as in many things, I was wrong.
The Bible says that faith comes by hearing and hearing the word of Christ.
It's a time-honoured tradition to set aside sacred Sunday for God, and who was I to discredit that? To think that I don't need to go to church?

I'm glad i was there, with my husband.