Starting this series of Sunday Devotion. Since I started going to church as a Born Again Christian, every Sunday, we would attend a service and listen to our Pastor. The little one would attend Sunday school while we go to the congregation hall to do our praise and worship and the message after. This is a bit of a personal piece. Not that controversial but a little insight to my mind and how it works. Scary? Nah. Just warning those that have triggers when it comes to religion and faith.
Today’s lesson was about redeeming one’s self from becoming a dead Christian. You go to church, you do the routine however it doesn’t mean anything anymore. Your heart is no longer joyful. Come to think of it, it happened to me. I was born and raised a Roman Catholic. My parents served the church. Attended meetings and brought me along with them when we were in Brunei. (yes, I grew up there. It would be another story) I was active at church too. I just lost it the meaning of it when we came back to the Philippines. I was searching for that joy again. It felt like I was going to church just because I had to and not because I wanted to. Did you ever have that feeling? It was hard. I would drag myself to church, kneel when I needed to, stand when I needed to and daydream while the priest was talking.
This was me all the way up to when I met Jc (a.k.a milove/fiancee). He is a Christian. He wanted me to attend. I hesitated. All that went through my mind was, “what will Mom say?” “what will my dad think of me?” [Yeah, at the age of 25 back then, I was still very scared of my parents even if their senior citizens already]. It took a lot of coaching from milove to get me to attend a service. I caved when he said that my little girl could attend Sunday School. I used to attend Sunday school in Brunei. I enjoyed it and I wanted my little one to enjoy it too. I attended the service and felt something in me change. I felt better about myself. It was like a huge boulder was taken off from my shoulders. (I was going to severe depression during those times but I could still function normally)
I questioned myself if I was a Catholic or not. My whole family was Catholic and I would be switching? I was scared. Then, I remembered what the pastor said during the first service I attended which I will never forget.
“It is the LORD who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.” – Deut. 31:8
I realized no matter what I am or what my parents/relative would think of me. Our God won’t leave me. I wanted to be happy. I never felt happier when I started attending the services. It didn’t feel like a routine anymore.
“I waited patiently for the LORD; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the LORD.” – Ps. 40:1-3
I was no longer a Dead Christian/Catholic. Today’s service, I learnt that to keep from losing our faith, we needed to change our lives and witness God’s graces. I hold that dearly to my heart. I was once there and I’m glad Jesus saved me. God Bless everyone.