As I walked down the hallway of my
hall at school I yawned and notice the lack of noise coming from the dorm
rooms. Then I realized that it’s a Sunday and it was nine a.m. For many people
Sunday is just another day to sleep in. For a few moments I yearn to crawl back
in bed and sleep a little longer, but I have church this morning. I’ll be
honest; sometimes I don’t look forward to church. On days like these, when I
just want to sleep a little longer, I don’t cherish the idea of waking up early
and putting effort into my clothes. I don’t look forward to the idea of sitting
and listening for an hour or so to a sermon that may not be aimed towards me.
However, while the sermons may not pertain to me, I know that later in life I
will find them helpful. The worship time
is what seems to affect me greatly. My heart lifts with every song that I sing,
and I can feel my relationship getting even stronger with God. When it is time
for Sunday school, I find it helpful because it is a time when the message is
pointed towards people my age. I also love the feeling I get at church of being
surrounded by a family that loves in and worships God, the way I do. Today as I
walked through the dorms I felt almost a twinge of jealousy go through me. I
longed to sleep and I wondered what it would be like if I had not been raised
in a Christian home. Perhaps I would say God’s name in vain and feel no
remorse. Maybe saying Hell as a word other than the place opposite of Heaven
wouldn’t faze me. Wouldn’t it be nice to not have those feelings? To not be
bothered by others when they diss God and my beliefs? Immediately guilt washed
through me and those thoughts fled my head. If I wasn’t raised with Christian
values, and had never been introduced to Christ, I couldn’t be sure of where I would
be. I am not saying that following a path that doesn’t belong to God ruins you.
I do believe, however, that it is because of him that I do not drink, do not do
drugs, and try to live with high morals. I am not perfect and sometimes I fail,
by letting cuss words slip and making choices that may not benefit God as much
as they would me. I try to maintain these morals though, and I believe that
these morals have shaped me into who I am right now. Instead of being jealous
of those students and everybody who is not a Christian, we should pray for
those people. Pray that they would find God and feel the way I do when I
worship him. Pray that when they are scared or worried, they would know that
God is there for them, and he protects those who trust in him. It is Him who
helps me when I need strength. When I am down at the bottom of the rut, it’s
Him who is standing there, with an outstretched hand. It’s because of Him that I am here today, and
I worship Him for that. So if people ask why I am a Christian that is what I
tell them. I tell them that it is so much more than a religion. It is a
personal relationship that you share with God. For me knowing that there is
somebody there for me every step of the way, someone who carries me when I am
too weak to walk, is reassuring. That is
why I am a Christian, that is why I put my faith in God and worship him alone.
-"If his grace is an ocean, we're all sinking." How He Loves by David Crowder Band.
~Anna~
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