Kneeling, Chasubles, and Fist bumps.
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To the girl who knelt for communion for the first time ten years ago, who was fist bumped during the sharing of the peace,
I wish I could tell that the pastor who asked you where your family was on that day would ultimately become your pastor. Who on this day ten years later will ask how your family is doing.
I would want you to know that that congregation would become like a second family to you.
that you are so brave and that the decision you will make to join this church in a few months time will spare you so much heartache in a few years.
I would let you know that God will continue to work through you and people you go to church with to help others in your family to grow closer to Him. Someone will tell you today that this place feels like the closest they have to church home at the moment and it will mean so much to you.
You will see love in action so so much through these people. Keep moving forward brave girl, you are almost home.














