The Lie I Once Believed About Church
As a young child, my family attended church every Sunday. I hated to miss it and on weekends that I couldn’t attend, I’d feel guilty.
So guilty in fact, that in grade school, after staying over at my girlfriend’s house on a Saturday night, we played “church” the next day. I led the service and since I’d been going faithfully for 12 years, I felt that I had a pretty good grasp on the order of things.