Love—the essence of Church

Church on sunday was for me like cornflakes for breakfast. Plain. No taste. Needed some sugar. After leaving Sunday School, I attended church rather haphazardly. Matter of fact, I thought it was boring, and I sat through services with my breath held, anxiously waiting to gasp fresh freedom blowing my way afterward.

But one pleasant Sunday morning in June at a Christian Science service, my outlook on church was enlightened by a woman sitting in the row next to mine. Perked upright on the pew, wide eager eyes looking ahead, she sat listening with an interest equal to that of a basketball fan watching her team in the finals. Her face radiated wisdom, joy, and peace, and I sat there wondering why she was so happy to be in church. I wanted to be just as excited as she was.

Making connections
October 25, 2004

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