Tonight’s blog is dedicated to Abbie Lu of the blog Cafe Book Bean
She is an avid coffee drinker and I enjoy a good cup of ovaltine we have absolutley nothing in common except we are both bookworms.
Visit her site by clicking the link —-> Cafe Book Bean
Project Bible 365 Day 05
I find it a bit odd and humourus that I have decided to talk about Hot Chocolate and Hallelujah tonight.Often times, A hot chocolate and a hallelujah seemingly don’t even belong in the same sentence.However I felt this topic come to me because of a question I have for all my readers. For those of you who attend church Sunday mornings who is your God and most certainly who has your stomach?
I’ve attended church for more than 20 years. I have been to Catholic churches, I have been to Baptist churches and nothing worked. Nothing worked in the sense that even though I went to church on Sunday’s regularly, I still felt like I could do whatever I wanted during the week all because I went to church on most Sunday mornings.
There is one major problem with that, this wasn’t the old testament and I didn’t live under Jewish law. What I mean by that is because I went to church on Sunday and rebeled for the remainder of the week. I had no excuses. No matter how many times I went to church, if I did what I wanted for the rest of the week how than would that make me any different than all those in the old testament who came to the altar to present a sacrifice to the Lord for their sins once a year only to go back into their sins the day after.
After all anybody who goes to church on Sunday can look sharp or pretty in a suit or dress if but only for a hour long service. Your perfectly pressed suits and your ribbon dresses mean absolutely nothing if your acting like the people of the world the rest of the week.
Your church clothes won’t save you. An even more pressing matter happening within the majority of churches today is a time limit and physical food gets a higher standard than spiritual food. Two years ago, I went to attend a small country church. The service was nearly two hours. The first hour was singing. Although it was great, it wasn’t until I noticed something was wrong in the second hour of the service. 20 minutes before the preacher spoke his sermon we took a break from service to eat snacks.
The most commonly requested snack food was oreos. Although my tastebuds were enjoying the creamy filled oreos. I often wondered what was the purpose behind it all? My stomach was full of oreos, but my spiritual food was almost non existent.
I attended the small country church for a month before leaving and being be shunned by some members of the church. To my credit, I didn’t want to be that guy falling asleep in the pew during service. To be honest, I can’t even remember the name of one of sermon spoke for those four weeks.
Someone should tell those type of Sunday Christians to read Mathew 4:4and if at first they don’t understand re-read it until they come to an understanding of the scripture.
Although these days, I attend church across the border I have often commented to friends at the church saying that I have learned more in one year since attending the church on America’s birthday 2015 than I have ever have in my 20 + years of going to false doctrine churches.
That concludes tonights message titled A Hot Chocolate and a Hallelujah.