I love my church

Sorry I didn’t share a post yesterday. I’m sure my readers will understand. I spent Sunday at my church.

My church is freeing and it’s peaceful. It’s a little out-of-the-way, but once I’m there, I don’t want to leave, even when they turn out the lights. And what I love the best about my church – dogs are allowed.

There’s no collection plate at my church. The offerings we give are from our heart.

There’s no membership book you need to sign or prayers you need to memorize. The prayers we say are from the heart.

The service starts with music, a personal offering, and a prayer. It continues with readings from the bible. Yesterday, the readings were from the Book of Matthew – first, the one about the owner of the Vineyard who hired workers throughout the day but paid them all the same when the end of the workday approached. The second reading was when Mary Magdalene visited the tomb of Jesus and the Angel of the Lord told her he wasn’t there.

I’ve always loved that story! I’m so glad the wind turned my bible to that page.

After the readings, there was time for reflection.

El Juglador and I communed with nature and thanked Source and Gaia for their gifts. We talked about our faith and made sacrifices of tobacco and poppy seeds for the earth and her creatures. Then we played glorious music for our offering.

The prayers we said were from our heart. And, instead of being left behind, my dog, Minnah, enjoyed herself, too.

We didn’t leave until Sunset darkened the skies.

I love my church. She’s always available. Yesterday, she was in The Everglades.

The Everglades

I know our prayers of thanks were heard as clearly as those from people who went to a brick-and-mortar church.

Many blessings to you, my friends.

Namaste,

The Dragonfly’s Student

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