When I was young my parents took us kids to church. I am not totally sure why, but I never liked it. I remember my brother and I ditching Sunday school. I never ditched regular school and didn't hate going there.
So when I got a bit older (high school and beyond) I didn't go to church, except for the off holiday when I would go with my parents. Then later my wife decided she want the family to go to church. So again I went a church for a little bit. Of course that didn't last too long either.
Then my not wanting to go to church really became an issue, because the Lord came into my life in a huge way. Him and I have spent al ot of time talking, and He like the idea of me going to church also!!
Ok - I went alone with my parents, I went along with my wife and family, and I go along with the Lord, but I will don't like going, and I am not sure what it fully is. Perhaps it is just the devil, but I think it is more about me and the people there.
Oh - the people at church seem extremely nice, but they often seem fake. They always have. Even when I was little they seemed fake. The Lord, He is not fake. He is real, and I mean that in both many ways. You can just talk to Him. He is weird. That's for sure, but He is not fake. I rarely understand the full meaning of what He tells me, because His thoughts are not my thoughts, but He is interesting, incredible, and not fake.
There could be, and certainly are other reason also, but that one always gets me. I being it up now, because He is telling me that He is about to take me back again. He gave me along rest from church during the Covid crisis. I had needed it, and had been telling Him that I needed a break, a sabbatical if you will, right before the crisis hit. In fact I could have been partially to blame for it. He had me working in a prayer tower ministry for a few years prior to it, and probably spending more time in the prayer tower than anyone at the church. The pastor in charge said he was getting a sabbatical and was taking some time off, so I pressed the Lord for the same.
The couple taking the pastors place missed scheduling for the tower, so I took a couple of weeks off and during that time the crisis hit and the whole church got closed down. I don't think the prayer tower has ever gotten back up, but the Lord is telling me that He is taking me back again. Interesting enough, that pastor that got the sabbatical wound up dying since. So he is getting a real rest, off in heaven. I guess I got a nice long rest too.
So when I got a bit older (high school and beyond) I didn't go to church, except for the off holiday when I would go with my parents. Then later my wife decided she want the family to go to church. So again I went a church for a little bit. Of course that didn't last too long either.
Then my not wanting to go to church really became an issue, because the Lord came into my life in a huge way. Him and I have spent al ot of time talking, and He like the idea of me going to church also!!
Ok - I went alone with my parents, I went along with my wife and family, and I go along with the Lord, but I will don't like going, and I am not sure what it fully is. Perhaps it is just the devil, but I think it is more about me and the people there.
Oh - the people at church seem extremely nice, but they often seem fake. They always have. Even when I was little they seemed fake. The Lord, He is not fake. He is real, and I mean that in both many ways. You can just talk to Him. He is weird. That's for sure, but He is not fake. I rarely understand the full meaning of what He tells me, because His thoughts are not my thoughts, but He is interesting, incredible, and not fake.
There could be, and certainly are other reason also, but that one always gets me. I being it up now, because He is telling me that He is about to take me back again. He gave me along rest from church during the Covid crisis. I had needed it, and had been telling Him that I needed a break, a sabbatical if you will, right before the crisis hit. In fact I could have been partially to blame for it. He had me working in a prayer tower ministry for a few years prior to it, and probably spending more time in the prayer tower than anyone at the church. The pastor in charge said he was getting a sabbatical and was taking some time off, so I pressed the Lord for the same.
The couple taking the pastors place missed scheduling for the tower, so I took a couple of weeks off and during that time the crisis hit and the whole church got closed down. I don't think the prayer tower has ever gotten back up, but the Lord is telling me that He is taking me back again. Interesting enough, that pastor that got the sabbatical wound up dying since. So he is getting a real rest, off in heaven. I guess I got a nice long rest too.