Hi, here we are again.  I was thinking about church this morning. 

My mom taught us that you go to church and you will have a better week.  You may or may not agree.  Now I think she was right but as a kid I often wondered why my friends could get away without going every week.  I do feel better when I'm there.  I feel a sense of community, of strenth.  It just starts me week off positively.

Of course I feel I have the best pastor.  Dale knows everyone.  In fact that was something that struck me when I first visited.  I found my way to a seat and a smiling Dale walked toward me to introduce himself.  There were several other folks that spoke also.  I was so impressed the next week when he remembered my name.

I feel at home at Hackberry Church.  It's a community of Christians and we gain strength and understanding from sharing our walk.

I am battling a bad feeling for my mom's pastor.  This morning I prayed that I would stop judging him.  I wouldn't want to be judged by the same standard.  I guess I don't understand a pastor whose wife describes him by saying "being a pastor is his profession, not his calling".  It explains so many things.

Anyway, I'm praying going forward not to be concerned about my mom's pastor but instead that I would walk the walk that best leads me to fellowship and life everlasting.