This Sunday, i.e., yesterday, was special for me. Perhaps it was not the first time that I had attended the church as a deacon.
It was an English service at church yesterday, as it was the fifth Sunday of the month. I read the epistle Romans 5:11-16 and then continued with rest of the service. At the end when the curtain was closed, I knelt before the holy altar. It was such a great feeling and it was as if sitting in the lap of God.
Every firth Sunday reminds me that am I living right. Now shouldn't I be thinking about this everyday or every Sunday. Well maybe, No! Because on every fifth Sunday I am standing inside the altar and one needs to be fit for it and I am not.
Well I just hope I change soon....
It was an English service at church yesterday, as it was the fifth Sunday of the month. I read the epistle Romans 5:11-16 and then continued with rest of the service. At the end when the curtain was closed, I knelt before the holy altar. It was such a great feeling and it was as if sitting in the lap of God.
Every firth Sunday reminds me that am I living right. Now shouldn't I be thinking about this everyday or every Sunday. Well maybe, No! Because on every fifth Sunday I am standing inside the altar and one needs to be fit for it and I am not.
Well I just hope I change soon....
