the many miles

well, over the past few months i have let the cob webs gather up in here and the dust bunny.

anyway over the last few months i have been attending a Catholic Church which if i might add, i just completely love going to, as to before i started going there i HATED! the catholic church and said i wouldn't be caught Dead in there as my corpse would come back alive long enough to return to its grave. but God asked me one day to go there as i was planning on bailing out of my baptist church on sunday morning, i was feeling crook an lacking in sleep, thought i was going to dry up and die. anyway just as i was about to bail i felt God say "i want you to go to the Catholic Church and not home this morning"
so i did, thinking "yeah God you know i am not going to enjoy this at all". upon walking in to the side door of the catholic church ( God had asked me to attend already once that day so i inquired that day but the time it started was when the baptist church was already part way into worship) so i thought "naaaah God wouldn't ask me to do that".... mind you he asked Abraham to sacrifice his only son... so back to my life's story. upon walking through the side door while they were singing a hymn like a iron frying pan to the face, the presence of God hit me, i mean WOW! it was their and you could hear and tell the little kids quior where putting all they had in to their worship, the church was packed full, it was the childrens first communion, the feeling of walking in their was like, sitting in a cool spring rock pool in the shade with the company of Jesus, so i found a seat up the front side, and sat in the last row (also nick named the naughty corner) so i sat my baptist bum down in that seat, an opened my little note pad, an took notes, God dealt with my anti catholisium right then and there, nothing like a massive serving of conviction to brighten ones morning. the homoly was brilliant, father Vik was talking about what communion, what it ment an represented. when the mass finished, feeling like God just done full brain and heart surgery on me, i went up to father vik, introduced my self, stated that my original mind set i had right up till 1 hr prior, and how God just dealt with all of that during that survice, father Vik at first (when i was saying how did hate the catholic church) looked as thou he knew he was about to get a gut full of an anti catholic views, then he smiled as i said that "i can no longer live that life style, for it was against God to act like that, and every time i teased and slandered the catholic it was not the denomination nor people i was just slandering BUT Primarialy God i was rebelling against", delighted to have attended and eagar to learn about the Catholic Christian (yes people Catholics can be Christians too, dont have a heart attack) father Vik and I stood out side the catholic church talking and explaining what certain things ment and why they done them, and they are reasonable an respectful, after we departed and i went home, pondering the conversation and everything i learnt, i asked God if i may attend mass and attend the Baptist Church, the answer was "yes" and for the past few months i have been attending Both Churchs and learning much from mass, i have found my self feeling a Love on new level for God, enjoying mass, i still sit in the seat i sat in the first time i went, thou no one sits with me up their, i know Jesus is sititng with me, and when it comes to greet each other with peace father Vik always looks at me smiles and we nod at each other, father Vik is always pleased to see everyone an has told me he would not ever take me away from annother church but there is always a place for me if i want to go to the catholic church, he is always welcoming and keen to talk and hear how i am. thanks to my dear friend Erin, she has helped me understand what certain things in the Catholic Church are and mean and reason for it. to my great regret i had poked fun at hear for being a Catholic.