Going to church has always been a part of my week. It’s a time to refresh from the burdens of the past week and to look forward to the next one with hope and regeneration. Te church we attend is small in comparison to our last one, but the love of God fills its walls, just like our old one did.
We greet each other each Sunday with concern about health issues. We hear about treatments being done, loss of loved ones, hurting hearts, but we also see smiling faces of reassurance and thoughts of hope for an end to suffering some day. We pray for our family and friends. We pray for our government. We depend on God to direct our path.
Little children with inquiring, hungry minds sit at the altar to hear God’s message to them. We share the Sacrament of the Lord’s supper. We sing hymns…
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