Sunday, October 14, 2007
Religion
I was raised not going to church every Sunday but often. When my family moved to Cedar Park we went to a Methodist Church. We loved everything about this church,but once I started middle school, my family became busy. My dad was always working on Sundays and I guess my mom didn't want to go without him. When my grandmother and grandfather would come for the weekend, my grandmother would always take me to a nearby Catholic Church. I always felt uncomfortable, because I was not Catholic and didn't share the same beliefs. I missed my church and wanted to return but I was always scared that they would be mad that I haven't been in a long time. I missed being close to God, I have always wanted to return to that church, but once again I am nervous that I won't be accepted. Hopefully I can have the courage to return soon.
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If anything I think that they'd rejoice to see you! That's the way they should handle it anyway. I know when I fell off the face of the earth and returned to my church, they were elated. That's what a church does. It makes the members inside it become a community.
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