Back On Track

     How I do love Sunday.  After three weeks of missing Church, I was finally able to return, yesterday and it was wonderful.  We have just a handful of people who go to Church where I go.  There simply are not very many members for many, many miles around.  However, those who do attend are such good people that I feel blessed to be able to associate with them.

     Visiting from another area was a couple about my age.  Well, actually, I think they're a little younger than my good hubby-buddy and myself.  Anyway, he gave a talk and it was quite interesting.  I like it that he was quiet-spoken.  I think that words are so much more effective when they are delivered in a conversational tone than when they are yelled as though they must be forced, physically, into the listener's ear.

     When I was young, my dad was a preacher and it always amazed me that there was so much screaming and carrying-on from the pulpit.  As I grew and attended other Churches, I was met with the same, what I considered to be disrespectul, attitude.  Later, after much searching and praying, I found the Church where no one yells.  In fact, the messages are shared gently and quietly.  I must say, I am much happier and I do learn considerably more, this way.

     So yesterday, I was able to attend Church and I came away with a greater feeling of having enjoyed the Spirit of love.  It is difficult for me to imagine Heavenly Father speaking at the top of His voice.  Somehow, in my mind, love from The Father is more kind than that.  Do you feel the same?  Or are you more inclined to think that the screaming is necessary in order to reach hearts and souls and drag people, kicking and screaming, into righteous living?  Of course, this is just my view and I have no desire to offend anyone.  I am curious to know how you see things, though.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

Yaya