I've been caught up in daydreams lately. About you. About me. About us. About where I will be and where I am going. You can join, just please don't wake me.
Why do we have to grow up? Specifically, when does being a Christian become a chore? Have I lost you? Let me explain...
Growing up, church was THE place to be. It was like, the "The Max." (Read: Saved by the bell. Get with it!) Some of the best times of my life were at church. And what was so great about it: We were STUPID. We used to have atomic wedgie fest 9d9 outside of church every wednesday. We would chase each other and pull underwear over each others head. (This underwear was on.) Mind you, this is why I always wore clean undies to church. (Speaking of which, I ran out of underwear today. Today was my backup pair. I'll let you guess what that means and what they look like.) We used to steal our preachers sermon notes before he would go on stage and watch as he would go up to the podium dumbfounded. Or better yet, when we had to pray we used to write notes on our hand. Sometimes, during the prechurch wrestling our prayers would get rubbed off and we would never know what to pray.
OR how about the times we almost got kicked out of church camp. Why you ask? Well, apparently throwing water balloons at the head counselor is illegal. And I guess people dont like when you carry your counselors bed outside while he is sleeping on it. But, I mean, c'mon, how much FUN was this.
Now it seems it is a chore to pray. I HATED going to chapel. I feel terrible for saying that. It seems it just isn't fun anymore. I miss those days. Can we go back?
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I'll make you mine, I'll make you if you would have me.
Our life begins with this.