I'm Not Going To Church
I remember one morning after I turned eighteen I woke up on a Sunday morning and I decided I wasn’t going to church. When we got up on Sunday we never asked if we were going to church we just got ready and went.
On this Sunday I told my Dad I was eighteen and if I didn’t want to go I didn’t have to go. I remember what happened like it was today. He said, “I will let God punish you.” I went back into my room and waited for them to leave.
After they left I got to thinking about getting punished by God. I kept hearing those words in my head over and over and I couldn’t take it. I got dressed and walked to church. Someone picked me up on the way and they asked why I didn’t ride with my family. I told them I was being rebellious but God gave me a whipping and I decided I wanted to go after all.
I will never forget this valuable lesson I learned on that day.