Facing Forward, Family & Friends

I Choose to Believe

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.


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