I Will Enter His Gates... It is a good thing!
It was good to be in church Sunday. It had been a while. I needed it. How do I know I needed it? Even now as I'm trying to type about one thing, my mind (aided I'm sure by the evil one) is trying to take me somewhere else; make me wander off on some tangent that has no health benefits whatsoever for my soul. But church, that was good for my soul... and more. There's a stigma amongst fellow believers for those of us who aren't regularly attending church. Most of me acknowledges it is rightly so: the natural question that arises (and maybe that's what that remaining part of me doesn't like - the question is from a natural place and not a spiritual place), "WHY aren't you going to church?" Even the kindest of people have a hard time believing you're just going through a wilderness . Often times I can see it in their eyes; judgment, assumption, criticism. What they may not understand is that I'm usually doing a good job of judging myself and