Hello my dearest readers. I am currently sitting in a Catholic Church. This church is called “The Church of the Holy Family”. It is a Catholic Church and my goodness I am so nervous being here. Because it had been literally seven years since I entered a church. Let alone a Catholic Church! I am teaming with questions and excitement. I literally walked a full mile to get to the entrance of this church. So far I’ve met some very kind people. It seems not many are Keen to speak with a stranger. Do they not know how to evangelize? Or share the gospel? The first thing I expect when I enter any church is to have a Bible shoved into my face while someone is preaching at me.
That didn’t happen! No one accept for one very kind gentleman spoke to me about this church and what the faith is all about. He even taught me the use of the rosary and what the rosary represents. It was actually a really cool moment because I was struck with curiosity right off the bat. What is a crucifix? Why did Jesus sacrifice himself for others? Who is God does he have a name? Where does this faith come from? How did it start out? What was Jerusalem like? Do women get to preach? Is there a restriction on who can become Catholic? When is a class available? Can I join the church? Is it too late for me? So many questions popped into my head. And I just couldn’t find the courage to ask any further than asking “Who is Jesus?”
THE MOMENT I WALKED INTO THE CHURCH
The moment I entered the church I was struck with fear. My knees nearly buckled as I started to walk the isles. I regained my courage and told myself. “This is no wrathful God. For if Jehovah were such a God, then I would have been struck with lightning for entering his domain with the pagan tattoo I carry on my back. For sllt the years of sinning I have done because I allowed myself to be less astray.”
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