It may have been a bar that was referred to as the place where everybody knows your name and they're always glad you came. But...it should be the church. Noone should walk through the doors of a church and feel unwanted or unwelcome. Each individual should be touched and spoken to. And, I mean spoken to in a conversation sort of way...not in a "Good Morning" now I'm done fashion.
I have recently returned to the church that is home in my heart. Throughout my many years of life I have only been a member of this congregation for perhaps 3 years and not consecutive. Yet, I feel as though I belong...I am one of them. The people who make up this church never cease to amaze me with their warmth and friendship.
Yesterday, I was in a meeting at the church where I only knew the minister and yet I felt as if I was with friends. It is all because people chose to open their mouths and hearts and welcome me. I was spoken to and touched. Oh, how my heart has needed this body of believers and I know God is going to continue showering them with blessings as they lift His name and love others.
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