Yes I really went to church on Palm Sunday, The National Cathedral, and that’s like super church. I was asked nonchalantly to go and have lunch afterward and I accepted. Because as hard as I am on religion I really respect it. While at church three things did not happen: 1 - I didn’t burst into flames upon entering, 2 - I didn’t receive some epiphany to turn my life over to Jesus and 3-I didn’t get annoyed and walk out.
This was one of the churches I talk about when I refer to the good ones. The first thing that was said was welcome to everyone whether you’re a Christian or not thank your for coming. I loved that. Throughout the entire service there was not one word of condemnation that everyone was a sinner or that if you don’t accept Jesus as your Lord you’re going straight to Hell. It was all about reflecting on the meaning of palm sunday (they even had a skit) and how Jesus’ sacrafice can be seen in our own lives and how we should take his dying for our sins and make it our own.
Love, peace and sacrafice, no hate, no blame, no anger. No loud screaming or shouting, no holy spirity, no multiple collections. My daughter and I were blessed by the priest at the High Alter since we don’t take communion. She though that was so cool. I would have to agree. Because the priest has no idea how I live my life or what I believe in, but the first thing he said was "God Loves you". I believe that. God loves everyone regardless. Nothing in my mind or in my living has ever led me to believe that God hates. I feel like if God loves me, who am I to hate anything or anyone. If I am able to learn, absorb and reflect my own reality and the spiritual world why would I destroy my mind with hate?
There is so much beauty in life to pick it apart and find what’s wrong. I’ll continue to open my mind and be grateful that I am blessed. Because in the immortal word of Jill Scott (who brought down the house this weekend) "He loves me".
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