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Greetings loved ones. How are we all doing? Today, I want to talk about something that has been bothering me personally for a while now which is affecting the world as a whole. A few years ago, I hated going to church. It seemed like hard work to me. Sometimes when I do summon energy to go, it is either to seek an avenue to show off a new dress or shoe or just to tick the date on the calendar to show that I went to church at least once in 3 months, maybe. Sometimes I would enjoy the service so much and feel like I've been visited by the angels. Many times, I would find something wrong with the preaching and from that moment in the service, I would zone out. I could get ticked off by wrong grammar or an usher making me sit where I do not want to or a pastor making a mistake in a Bible story or saying something that is unethical is sin. It could be anything really, even as silly as pastor wearing an over-sized suit. This made it easy for me to avoid church for very long periods, after all I had my Bible, I can read and so could seek God myself right?
