Reflection from Brenda Shew Gardner
I went with some family to church this morning for the first time since everything shut down.
During this this time of quarintine I experienced attack after attack from Satan through family members. My Dad died in my arms. His Brother had open heart surgery on the same day. Heartbroken family members needed consoling. The world turned upside down. Internet church just didn’t work for me any better than online Doctors visits that Drs want us to buy into. Satan on the rampage as I’ve never seen it.
My church is still closed. I am not happy about it.
I cant describe the feeling in my soul when I finally was able to sing praises and praise God in one accord with fellow believers. I raised my hands and worshiped my beloved savior. The tears began to flow as if they had just been waiting for Him to come heal them. It was like a small child running to her father who she had not seen in a long time and had needed that love and feeling of security in his arms.
I was empty and had anger and bitterness had filled my heart but I left filled, refreshed and whole again.
You can say what you want, that the church is not a building and that we are the church. It may be so but the church needs a filling station and that is God’s house. The church cannot survive I cannot survive without my Fathers House.
If they can protest…We can go to church. We need to stop the nonsense. Christians need to join in fellowship and praise in our Fathers House . Don’t wait any longer