Olde tyme feelin'

"I got a good old soul,

it's just got a few dings."

- Mike McClure

Went to church this Sunday for the first time since I care to admit. I liked it. My buddy Dave from class (not the cannon guy) invited me and Vickie from work let me go in the middle of my shift. I was cleaning toilets anyway, who'd care right? Funny how I avoid good things for so long just to realize how much I needlessly missed out on when I finally come around to my senses. The people there sang old hymns out of the books and said shouted "Amen!" when the preacher said somehting good. And he said a lot of good about the Uniqueness of Christ and read I Tim. 2:1-6 from the King James Bible. I'm partial to the NASB myself; still got a copy Matt gave me a few years ago. The whole time felt Right though, and my brother Charles agreed. That he'd be up and prepared to go to some stranger's church on a football Sunday at 10AM was evidence enough to me that the Lord was at work. And when I came home from school this evening, there was a door hanger from the church saying how they were sorry we weren't home when they stopped by to visit, but that they'd be back later. Hopefully I'll be here then. I might just go again this Sunday. Maybe this is what I've been needing for awhile. Maybe I knew it was and got tired of fighting. Maybe the prayers of those who're better than me are finally coming around. Maybe.