At times I wish I went to a different church, one where I was more anonymous, I have been going to my church for as long as I can remember, but my church has a special place in my heart.
I love my church, I love how everyone knows everyone, how we welcome everyone in, and how we don't seem to get caught up in tradition
now i won't lie and say its a perfect church, no church is, perfect church is an oxymorons as the church is people, and people sure aren't perfect, no one is... but I love my church
today our pastor randomly decided to serve cookies at the beggining of the service... as he got up to speak he produced a margaine container full of cookies (donated for the christmas production this coming weekend) and instructed everyone they could take one as he passed them around, it was cool, and was really different.... now this action combined with the conversing across the church during announcements that happens every week made me realize, we really are like a big group of friends, a family in christ... as the pastor makes announcements he frequently jokes with the congragation who joke back speaking back to him comfortably... this i suppose is a benefit of a small church... but it is cool.... during the message PJ (our pastor) randomly called a guy up to help with an object lesson (he had the guy demonstrate a golf swing that he produces from the pulpit, that he never stands behind, and comparred it to how the club was a totally different thing in the hands of the golfer vs. my pastor's hands)... it was cool, I love how loose our church is on stuff like that
some people wear suits to our church, others wear sweat-shirts, the people range from living in trailer parks to really fancy homes, and yet everyone is equal... during communion our pastor gets off the stage, kneels in a chair and prays, he is one of us, he is not above us... i've seen too many pastors put up a stiff image, not showing any sign of humanity, its nice to see that a pastor is just another member of the congregation
I could go on about this stuff for hours... but the house is cold, no fire was made while we were at church, my fingers are cold... and typing is being made harder... so I will end there, peace
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