I am continually amazed by this wonderful thing called Christian City Church. Being raised in the “deep” south church was nothing new to me (until I arrived at Walther Blvd.). My church journey began as a child in the Methodist church with family who loved God. I felt the love of people and safety there, but never had a relationship with Jesus Christ. God was a being who seemed unreachable on a personal level. After many years out of church I found myself searching for answers and was born again when my oldest son was a year old. I spent many years in a Pentecostal church with good people striving to be all I thought I was supposed to be and trying to live the “Christian Lifestyle”, but not feeling fulfilled. Have you ever felt that something was missing, but couldn’t put your finger on it? After a few months at CCC (and shaking off some religion) I found what had been missing. I was in a place that was nurturing, a place where I could put down roots and grow. I am encouraged to be all that I can be (people are actually cheering you on!). I am included not excluded. I have been imparted to and released to reach my destiny. The very best part is that the journey continues….
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