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Date: 22 November 2004 03:22:01
I went to a new church and was very nervous. Their website said 10.30am start. Started at 11am. Linger around looking new. When I get back upstairs I don't know where to sit. All the ends of every row are taken. So I squish past some people and sit down to discover a bible on the seat next to me. Half way through the second hymn, a hand from behind me sneaks the bible away. I look around and wonder if I am allowed to dress in the way I do. I realise I have my feet on the seat and whip them off in case I'm not supposed to do that also. We sing a hymn "Lay some soul upon my heart." I think this is very cool, until I discover that "some soul" means a person's soul to be prayed into the Lord's kingdom. Lot's of talk about ladies ministry, and if I want to be blessed to come and make a floral swag. Lot's of people chatting and laughing through the hymns, or looking bored. I look around at all these people, and I felt emotion well up inside of me. God loves all these bored people who have decided to come to be together in this place. I don't know why they come. Because they should, because they want to, because they want to continue in their spiritual journey, to worship God, to get some good teaching, 'cos their wife told them to. God has plans for them. Every person here is special. Four missionaries speak. I like the one who only has one "success" story to tell, and the person of the story hasn't even become a Christian. After the others all speak of all the souls coming to Jesus, I want to hug the first guy. After the service, I stand around in a queue watching and listening to the other people in the queue. Then I leave and have Subway for lunch. The sandwich is very nice, but the service is hopeless. I'm not going back there again. Except I expect the want for a good sandwich will draw me back.