So, I woke up one Sunday and decided to resume church-attendance in America. From that day though, I discovered that I was not feeling at ease any more in spite of having many smiling faces around me. Soon, going to church was like being dragged to a place I didn’t want to be, until I finally stopped. Then, I began to change churches. Unfortunately, the feeling was the same everywhere I went. I was beginning to think the problem was with me in view of my strange “extra-sensory perception” (ESP). I’m one of the very few individuals that can see and feel beyond smiling faces. And there were times when I wished I was like my wife who could, at will, turn off her “antennae". By so doing, she sees no evil, hears no evil and speaks no evil.
I was about giving up when a friend suggested a church. Skeptically, I went visiting the place one Sunday. And…boom…I did not just feel much at ease, I actually fell in love with the church. For the first time in years, I’m always looking forward to be in church. Now, like a dream, I’m attending a church where the accumulated stress and pressures (from work and life’s tribulations) disappear as soon as I walk in. And after each service, I leave the church feeling exhilarated with a new supply of vigor and freshness. This is amazing.