I don’t attend church every Sunday, but I think about it and miss being a part of one. The church community is important, but it’s not an easy place to fit in.
This is a common problem among followers, and I listen as my friends wrestle with the same issue. We have a desire to encourage and lift one another up, but the politics of the church get in the way. Churches that have been around a long time aren’t too keen on change but let a new preacher man walk in and wait to see if he makes the needed changes or allows the traditions of church to confine him. It takes time, but it’s usually the latter. Even Godly men throw in the towel, but sometimes God throws it back and gives them the strength to go another round.
I walk in wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but they’re good quality and some glare at me like I’m a heathen, while others wish they could’ve worn the same thing. Church is for fellowship, music and preachin’, and even though I don’t step into the building often, there’s ample opportunity right outside my front door to be the church.
Still loving this song from the post Tail Wags.
Inbarbsworld 
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