The incredible adventures of one girl looking for a church (part 2)

It's called Freedom Church.

The music was like I sang back in my youth. Why is it is that I equate many things that are similar to what I knew as a child or teenager with good? A lot of my favorite foods are what I ate as a child. Par-boiled egg, liver fried in onions, cold milk.

Yet I mustn't digress. The church. Well the pastor was an exhibitionist and entertainer. He knew how to tell a story, and get the audience going with him. But he was alright. The one thing he said that stayed with me, was 'we pray not because of our faith, but it is our faith that makes us pray'.

I met a Singaporean lady who sat next to me. She was friendly, and yes, intelligent! What a find! A woman with a brain. A christian one at that. And my age!

She was a Roman Catholic, married to a Hindu. When she wanted to go to other churches early in her marriage, he didn't allow her to. He said he married a catholic, and she must stay that way. So she read the bible at home to herself, and tried to find her way. Once some Jehovah's witnesses came to her door, and then she kept in touch with them, trying to find out the truth. But I guess she didn't find all she wanted to, and then last year, stood her ground with her man, and came to this church. She's sorted a few things out, she's after the rational. And I think this church will help her find that. I told her about Veritas, in case she encounters any more periods like she did.

I didn't spill coffee on the pastor, or anyone else in the congregation. Nor did I turn over any chairs, and get demons cast out of me. I think I am going to stick with this one for now.

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