“Oh, why won’t anybody come to my church?! Woe is me!”

Well maybe if you’d let somebody into your church, you’d have people in your church.

I just walked for 2 hours outside in- quite literally- 2 degree weather for approximately 4 miles total, looking for a church to attend because I promised my uncle I would attend today.

My fingers hurt as I type this, and I praise God for the pain as it means frostbite has not set into my fingertips.

I passed three churches. All of their doors were locked. One even had people behind the glass doors staring at me. I used friendly hand gestures to ask if they’d open the doors. I received blank fearful stares and shaken heads.

I cried after that. Literally because of sadness and partly because of the biting wind. The tears around my right eye froze over until I got “home” to the Air BnB I currently live within as I wait for SSI and Medicaid to pass.

Phillistines. The lot of you. If you won’t let a stranger into your church off the street, you are not doing as Jesus did. 

I don’t care how nice your church is, you are literally just going through the motions and don’t you think for one moment that God doesn’t see this.

I won’t name any names. But you better believe I’m dealing the shame.

Today I study the Bible from home, not by choice but by necessity. Woe unto this world for the end times are upon us.

Oh well. Guess I’ve got a good reason to stay home now. There’s more love in this house anyways. Scott Middleton is an amazing host!