I love my church.
It took a long time to find a church to call home, but we finally found a place that offers all the warm, cozy caring comforts of what my Father’s home should be.
I was raised Catholic, married in the Catholic church and baptized my babies in the Catholic faith, but with all these rituals and customs, I always felt like I was living the law of God, but not, living for God. As a result, I felt a spiritual void in my life for many years.
Once we moved to our new neighborhood, I longed to find a church to fill my spiritual needs, but a Catholic church was no longer a necessity. I wanted my children to know God and worship Him, not rituals or repetitive prayers.
Several of my friends told me about a wonderful church, but despite all their praise and encouragement it took me about a year to summon the courage to visit a non-Catholic church. My Catholic guilt caused me to believe I would betray my upbringing if attended a church of a different faith. Then during one Lenten season, I decided to test the waters at my friends’ church and commit to attending it regularly for Lent. (You can take the Catholic girl out of the church, but you can’t take the Catholic practices and guilt out of the girl.)
So, with blind faith, I took a leap. During that first visit, I felt God’s presence and I found exactly the spiritual healing my soul had been craving.
The Senior Pastor, Pastor Matthew, is a remarkable teacher. He teaches about the Word, but doesn’t preach it. He reminds us constantly that God loves us, but doesn’t condemn us. Our Savior walks with us constantly.
Over the past couple of years, I’ve learned so much about the Bible, more than I ever learned during years of religious instruction in the Catholic Church. I’ve discovered real world application to the Word. But more than that, the church is a living example of what our pastor teaches and models in his own life. Everyone we have met there in the past two years has been kind, warm and welcoming and I couldn’t be happier with our decision to join this church.
I am home.
Then one Sunday, as Allan and I slinked into church late and shamefully snuck into a seat in a back row pew, the band began playing Voice of a Savior. For me, it was a divine affirmation about our decision to switch faiths and join a new church.
Then Jesus said to them, “Whoever welcomes this little child in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me.”
– Luke 9:48