I finally found it: my church. For years I have gone to the same church; decades ago it was one of the nation’s centers for activism and promotion of peace, but lately it has grown more and more distant from the people who attend it. The building is beautiful, almost like a European cathedral, but sometimes it feels too cold and vast. Over years the church lost anything spiritual it once had.
Last week I visited a friend of mine at his church, which he started a few weeks ago. Fewer that twenty people were there. Before, during, and after the service we sang, danced, ate, cried, hugged, and held hands. Once it was over, I felt light, happy; the feeling you get after a good run.
Being spiritual may have much to do with the individual, but the help of others is huge as well.
Rebekah cheered this 5 years ago
