My Aunt asked me to go to church with her and my reply was “I don’t do church.”
I went to Catholic School for eight years. I joined Zion Baptist Church in Everett when I lived in MA. I’ve been Christened and Baptized but I do not want to go to church on Sunday. I think God will understand in the end.
But when I do go to church there’s always one moment when a warm sensation fills my chest, my ears perk up, and my mind is focused on the message. It’s a bit overwhelming and it doesn’t last that long but the memory of it lingers. I can rekindle this feeling by listening to gospel music. It calms me, centers me, and allows me to stare down what’s in front of me.