I walked into the sanctuary
The silence made it seem as though I was in the mortuary
As I stepped in
I could see the judging eyes under the big black hats
I could hear them murmuring
Yes, I was a sinner
But I didn't need these saints' accusing glances
I pulled my short dress down to conceal my bruises
My hair was long and full
Something the usher called 'wild'
As she handed me a rumpled handkerchief
I could see the undisguised disgust across her face
Then there was the offering which we gave 3 different times!
I barely had enough to feed myself,
And I felt it was just a means to exploit the poor
God definitely didn't need all that cash!
I could perceive the pretense in the air
People trying to be 'holier than thou'
The pride and prejudice in the church wrapped its slimy hands around me,
My thoughts were not focused on God who I came to see,
But on these people whose approval I desperately needed
God I couldn't see, but these hypocrites I saw…
I went back home worse than I came,
So much for Christianity and the love of God
I said under my breath as I told myself I'd never attend church again…
Broken and empty on a Saturday night,
Lying abandoned with no one in sight,
I heard Him speak clearly,
That He loved me so dearly,
My heart was like the troubled waters,
But He spoke great calm,
As he led me to the church I belonged to.
I saw people worshiping in truth and spirit,
Offering to help me in every little way,
I felt a quilt of peace around me
As I breathed in His presence
Soaking myself in the pool of His blood
I had never felt cleaner,
A church is a hospital for the broken,
Not a museum for the perfect,
Unfortunately a lot of people have stopped going to church
Because of the saints who showed them no care,
The clergy who condemned them,
And a lot more reasons…
But why stop the flow of blessings
Because you hate the channels used?
God longs for you to worship Him
Make it a date this Sunday!