As I sat in the third pew of church sobbing, broken and disheartened, I wondered what I did to deserve such cruelty. I was amid a dreadful relationship ending, had absolutely nowhere to go and no idea how to even survive. I sat there and cried the entire Sunday Morning service. If you asked me what the sermon was about that day, I would have to say, I have no idea.
I went there for comfort, for familiarity. I had spoken to the one of pastors a few times while I was working over the past few months. Knowing I had someone in my corner, even if it was only for an hour, was something that I needed. I had no clue how I had even got there that morning, I just knew, I was there.
The pastor had come over to me and let me talk a little bit. After the hug I received, I knew at that moment, that was my second home and it's been that day ever since.
If you had asked me a year ago, "In a year, where will you be?" I would not have said Calvary. I would have replied with work or at home with the kids or doing my weekly grocery shopping. The usual mundane tasks that creep into our lives.
But nope, here I was. Sitting in the front pew of a church I had known about for years. I had lost myself, my faith, my happiness and my way. I was broken. From what I thought, beyond repair. I always thought I had to have everything together to attend church. I thought I had to be perfect, that was what I assumed Christians that went to church were. People that believed in God and had everything together. Very quickly did I learn, that is not at all the case.
- Jacqueline Highland
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