My own faith's journey . . .

I visited a church this morning.  I have been planning on visiting for  some time, but I haven't gotten around to it.  With the questioning I was doing earlier in the week, I decided I would try to check it out this weekend.  Then, I decided I would wait.  I really didn't want to hear anything about the election and have my new experience foiled by political malarky.  I really felt a pull on my heart and decided what better way to see how they handle situations such as this by going the Sunday before the election.  Truthfully I hoped that nothing would be mentioned about November 4th.

McCartney went with me and shock of all shocks, she went into her classroom willingly and without any tears.  That in itself is amazing.  I sat down and the service started shortly.  They sang a few songs and then the pastor got up.  The first thing he said was something about Tuesday being an important day.  I swallowed hard and braced myself for what would come next.  He said that he as a pastor was supposed to be neutral, but he wanted to say something. *gulp* I began to wonder if I would walk out depending on what I heard.  He confirmed that this was the most divisive election that he remembered and that he wanted everyone to remember that regardless of what candidate you support that there are good, christian people on either side.  That he didn't want the congregation to look at those who disagreed with them as the enemy and question their faith.  He wanted everyone to remember that God was in control and would still be on Wednesday regardless of who voted for who.    The remainder of the service was about community service and seeing those who needed help and helping those around you.  

Wow.  You have no idea the relief I felt.  I was meant to be there today.  I have no idea if it will be my new church home, but I am willing to give it a try. . .