"If the Church is alive, it's worth the drive." That was a line I heard from a lady I worked with when I first began going to church. I used that combination of words, the catchy phrase, as my explanation when people would ask why I would drive 45-minutes to go to church when there are churches all around me. The truth is it was the only church I had been to, and I liked it. Simple really.
Life however isn't quite that simple at least we as the instruments in life tend to make it not so simple. So I made church like everything else difficult. I chose to stop going to the church that inspired me to drive there two sometimes three times a week. I told myself a closer church home would be more productive and so I left.
I made a new home and though it wasn't the same, I did enjoy it. I tried to make my own mark...my own decision. I was introduced to the last church by my girlfriend at the time and this church I had chosen myself. I was a man or so I thought. I attended every week for almost two years.
The relationship with the girl ended and six months later my time with my chosen church did too. I was in a funk, doubting everything. I came out of it and began attending another church. Not regularly though. The passion to attend honestly wasn't there anymore. It felt like a routine and it isn't in my nature to do anything just to be doing it. I'm extremely passionate about things that I enjoy. Almost to a fault sometimes. No matter how hard I tried to motivate myself I just couldn't get into it.
A few weeks ago I went back home. For the first time in a long time I'm looking forward to Sunday's and wishing they still had the Wednesday service. A few years ago I thought I was being man by making a decision to be closer to home, when in reality I was just a boy. It takes wisdom and courage to identify and recognize when you have something great. Sometimes you just have to experience other things to truly understand what it is you really have.
This post is really nothing more than me saying that the feeling of home in anything really is one of the greatest feelings you can ever experience. Having found that home so early in the church was a blessing that I had no idea I had been given. Now I will thankfully take that blessing back and enjoy it to its fullest.
I'm not off to live a perfect life, but with each step my goal is to live a better one. My prayer is that if you've found a home in something and drifted away you too will find the path back. Embrace it! There's nothing better than a little home cookin;-)
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