July 18, 2011
Guest post by Evan C. Nester
So here I am…sitting in my church…the only thing is….it’s not Sunday morning…hum.
When I was little it felt as though church lasted half of my life.
“Okay preacher man. We heard you. Hell bad, Heaven good. Let us go home.”
But now a days, I feel like I can’t get enough of my church haha. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I go to Out Of The Box Worship Center in Hillsville, Virginia. This is my second home. I would love to just bring a bed, prop it up on the worship stage, and go to sleep for the night. Sadly, that is something I can’t do.
But…I can come in here every single second that the door is open. I trust me, I take advantage of this. Currently I am listening to the worship team practice their set list for Sunday morning. When they practice, I am right here soaking in every single second.
When I drive by and see that my pastor is here, I don’t give a moments notice before my car is parked and I’m making my way up to the door.
This place just possesses something…something different. The feeling of family? Maybe it’s the fact that I know I’m not judged? Or it could be the strong presence God?…whatever it is, I love it so much!
My heart wants to be left here each moment I walk through the door. It feels as though it belongs here. But I’ve realized that it is not the building, but the people the inhabit this place. It’s the God that created this place. That is what my heart longs for.
I hope your heart longs for the same Holy, Mighty God.