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I am, however, a strong Believer and advocate for the teachings and works of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I can see the awesomeness of His power in my life in all that I do.
I study His Word and make a conscious effort to pattern my life after what I feel is the way a Christian should be.
I just became so weary of the mockery people were making of what's supposed to be a time for fellowship, learning, sharing, and rejoicing as one body in the "House of The Lord".
You witness people in this House whispering about the church member with the "bad hairdo" sitting in front of them. You see Sister Shownuf sitting beside her husband -amening the pastor that everybody knows she's sleeping with.
As if this isn't enough, Deacon Debonair winks as he goes by while taking up the "tithes and offerings". You know the one you work with that's been flirting with you in the break room for the last few months.
The sexist display perpetuated every time an older woman in the church brings the young lady on the front row a sheet to drape across her legs if the dress she's wearing is one centimeter above her knees.
This pitiful mockery unfolding before my eyes made my spirit weak. The mere act of dragging yourself out of bed every Sunday morning to enter a place of worship does not make you better than me and the behaviors I witnessed while in attendance proved this point.
.For me, my House of Worship beats deep inside the center of my chest. It pumps the blood of life through my body every second of every minute of every hour of every day.
I know some may feel this isn't the right decision but it's MY decision and the beauty of life is that our Lord gave us all FREE WILL. My love for Him is no less sincere and intense than Sister Sanctified's, the faithful member that's at every function - pastor's anniversary, friends and family day, Thursday night Bible Study, Missionary Meeting, Youth Sunday Service, and let's not forget good ole fashioned "Covenant" meeting! (Y'all remember that one? You had to have some old folks with roots so deep in the South that a bulldozer couldn't get to 'em to know anything about that one).
It took witnessing all these hypocritcal behaviors to make me realize I am the House, the embodiment of Christ. He dwells within me.
And there's no better company to keep. It's more than just a Sunday morning tradition. It's an everyday love affair.
