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Monday, March 18, 2013

Finding the right church is difficult...

I officially moved to Winston-Salem, NC in October of 2012.  We are now in March and I feel as if I am just now trying to start my life here.  One of the biggest challenges I have faced since moving here is finding the "right" church for me.  I grew up in a Methodist church but during my younger teenage years, I started feeling as though denominations did nothing but separate us as christians.  I started seeing things in the Methodist church that I did not fully agree with as well as the stigma attached to certain churches.

 So during my college years, I made the decision to attend a non-denominational church.  I was involved with a college ministry for a little over a year which I considered my weekly worship.  I soon begin to crave something a little more so I started attending another church which I fell in love with.  I loved how they did things and I loved the preaching.  I felt as though I was getting fully spiritually fed for the first time in my life.

An opportunity became available at the Methodist church I grew up in where a Program Ministry Director  position became available.  At that time in my life, I felt I was being called into youth ministry and that position focusing on youth, I quickly jumped on the opportunity.  During that short time of me being back at my home church, slowly but shirley I began falling.  I wasn't getting the spiritual feeding that is necessary for a christian life.  Part of that was due to me trying to keep up with my job (if I am going to be honest, I bit off way more than I could chew), part of that was my Godly friends were 2.5 hours away from me, and part of that was not feeling as though I was apart of a church.  I almost felt as though I was a slave to the church because I wasn't getting what I needed in return from it.

With all that being said, because of my previous involvement with the church, it made it that much harder to find a church here in Winston.  I am super cautious...not wanting to get caught up in a church that I feel is focusing more on the numbers in the church rather than the spirituality of the church.  I didn't want to be a part of a church where I feel as though they put God in a box and is scared of the Holy Spirit being present in the church.  I didn't want to be a part of a church that holds tradition higher than what direction God wants the church to go.  On the flip side of that, I didn't want to go to a church where I felt as if I needed ear-plugs and rocking out at a rock concert.  I didn't want to be at a church where they put so much focus on the whole production of the show rather than the Holy worship setting.  I wanted to see a cross up front rather than "cool" graphic designs.  I wanted to be a part of a church who recognizes ALL major Christian holidays...from Palm Sunday to Pentecost Sunday.  Not just Christmas and Easter.  Finding a church is a big deal for me but I knew it wouldn't be easy.

After many months of going to every church in town as well a lot of prayer...I feel like my parents and I found a church.  I am honestly shocked we all three feel as though this is the right church for us.  My parents are used to a little more traditional where as I want something a little more laid back but not a rock concert.  To my surprise, it is a Methodist church.  You would never know it was a United Methodist Church unless you looked it up.  They took the Methodist emblem off their sign.  They are contemporary, the preacher is one of the best I have heard, and they are truly about making disciples of Christ without focusing on the number of members they have.  I am so happy we came across Hillsdale United Methodist Church.  Not having a church home has been missing from my life for quite sometime.  I am excited to learn about this church, see what they are doing in ministry, and hopefully meet people my age.  It might take a few frustrating months...but God will answer prayers.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Broken

Today, on my way home from work I got to catch up with a dear friend of mine.  She is someone who I admiral, who I love, and who's heart for The Lord is on fire.  I am so blessed she is in my life.  Just as I have been with the blogging world lately, I have also been with my friends...a little absent.  But that is something I am well aware of and I am working on getting better with keeping up with blogging as well as keeping up with my relationships with friends and family.  So after not talking with this dear friend for quite some time...it was so refreshing to catch up with her.

As we were talking, I asked her how she was doing.  Her response was everything is fine, I just have a heavy heart.  She continued to tell me that a friend of ours told about this child who was born in a brothel in India. This child, now 1, is being tortured.  From the day she was born, she was kept in a cardboard box.  No one was allowed to touch her, hold her, love her, kiss her, hug her...no human contact.  When the baby cried, she would be beaten.  My friend goes on to say that there is a lady who is doing her best to rescue this little helpless, innocent, beautiful baby.  Unfortunately, rescuing anyone from human trafficking is not easy.

I can not help but be in the same place as my friend right now.  Broken. I can not speak for my friend but more emotions come over me.  Anger. Confused. Sad. Revenge. Hopeless. Helpless.  While I do believe that these feelings are human, I know that these feelings will get me nowhere.  These feelings are what the devil want from us.  He wants us to be confused.  He wants us to feel helpless.  With these feelings, he believes he has won.  Friends, I can assure you the devil has not won.  Jesus has already won that war a long time ago.  There is hope in knowing that God is here.  God is aware.  God is fighting for these innocent victims.  God is with them.  But God also needs us.  As His people, we need to fall on our knees and cry out to Him with this issue.  We need to pray fervently for this evil that has taken away so many people's innocents.  We need to take action and fight for the ones who have no voice.  We need to continue to have broken hearts.  This little baby who has been given the nickname of Sweetie, needs so much prayer.  She needs to know that there is a God out there who loves her beyond her comprehension.  As His people, we need to be His love for her.  I wish I could hold her, rock her, kiss her, love her, tell her how much I love her, tell her she is worth something, feed her, cloth her.  All the necessities that any baby should have and needs.

For those who read this blog, I do ask that you join in on praying for this precious baby, Sweetie.  Prayer is so powerful.  Sweetie needs a voice.  Please be that voice for her.

If you would like more information on this please let me know.  I will be glad to forward an email on the specific details of this situation of how they are trying to rescue her.