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Apr 12, 2004 00:46

Today was the first time I'd been to church on Sunday morning since Christmas. I can count on 2 hands the total number of times I've been since I started going to Auburn. I wasn't really excited about it, but it turned out better than I thought. The message was about teh disciples, and Pastor Cox talked about each of them and what they were like. He said we would all find one to relate to, but I think I kind of found 2. The lesser one was Peter. He was a passionate guy, and was extremely protective of Jesus. One second he could be praising the Lord's name, and the next he could be cursing it. But, more than anyone else, I was more like Phillip. Phillip never really understood the Lord fully. He was the one that did all the menial tasks around camp, i.e. cooking, cleaning, setting the tents up. He was extremely faithful and loyal to Jesus. I mean, he believed, but it never really sank in. For example, when the crowd that was listening to Jesus was hungry, Phillip commented that they didnt have enough food to feed them all, not realizing that the Son of God was there. He just never really understood what Jesus stood for, until the end when he was martyred for the cause. During his final moments, it all became clear, and he was willing to give it all for his savior. I hope that I might be able to understand it eventually.

There were 2 things my pastor said in service that really caught my attention. During the sermon, he said "We are drinking water from a well we didn't dig." That kind of represents everyone martyred in the name of Jesus, but I thought to myself how well that also fit into America, and are range of freedom today. That got me wondering, would we eventually have to help redig that well? I know that one day Christians will be prosecuted for their beliefs. But might we have to fight an all out war for American freedom in our lifetime?

The second thing he said was a phrase from a song that our church used to sing. I remember when I was a little boy and I would go to the service at the old church. The room we worshipped in wasn't small, but for the number our church had grown too, it was getting cramped. We sang alot of songs, most of which I would ignore and try to sleep during or color and draw. But the one I always sang with and also enjoyed hearing, struck some kind of chord with me. The line always made me feel better whenever I felt down, and hearing it from Pastor Cox was uplifting, to say the least.

"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." - Psalm 30:5

I hope I can find a good church to go to here in Auburn.
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