Here it is another Sunday and some of us have spent the morning in some type of church service. What did you do this Sunday Morning? Do you spend it in church….if so did you ever ask yourself why? Why do I do this…is it tradition, or something that you are just supposed to do?
I was brought up going to church most Sunday’s when I was young. Then later I watched my parents, as I was approaching my teen years make a bigger commitment to church. Something gripped their hearts and I could see a life change in them.
We would go as a family to every event. My parents would make sure that each of us girls had a job to do and made us feel part of what they did. We never felt like we were going with them to the event or service but that we were actually part of it!
When I was very young, I accepted Jesus into my heart and I knew that it was real. As I grew older and began to serve with my parents….my desire grew for the things of the Lord too.
Why do Church? Why do Faith? …I am not sure why you do what you do but for me it is truth and real. I know that Jesus is my Lord and Savior and I know what I do will matter for eternity. I am far from perfect and there are days I could hang my head in shame for the way I have acted. But I know that a heart to heart talk with Jesus and a confession of the soul will make all things good again.
I now am privileged to serve alongside of my husband, married son and daughter –in-law and younger son too. We all serve in different ways…some youth, some to teens, men’s groups, women’s group, in the kitchen, community work and more. We support each other in the work being done whether we are involved that day or not.
We raised our kids the same way our parents raised us. By showing by example and teaching them our faith. In the end it was still their choice to make. They all needed to make it a personal decision and not based on what we did or think.
I hope that you too know the Lord….if not why not pray to Him today. Read John 3:16!
Have a wonderful day today and know that Jesus Loves you!
Lynn A. Wilson – Resume of a Mother