Friday, July 13, 2018

Visiting New Life

Visiting New Life and doing the intake unglued me.  Questions were asked that threatened my entire reality and I thought I was losing my mind.  I left there and sought a church, my church.  The first church that Dennis and I had called "home" together.  The church that baptized us as adults.  The doors were closed and locked.  I could see no one.  No person was there to help me.  It was me and God and that was good.

Between the wasted space of a building closed (when there is so much need in the world) and locked doors, I began to question why?  Why do we do church this way.

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