“For God is not a God of disorder but of peace, as in all the meetings of God’s holy people.”
-1 Corinthians 14:33 [NLT]
Growing up, my family went through a phase where we tried multiple churches throughout the area. Some were Catholic, others were Baptist, and I believe we even tried a Methodist church somewhere in the mix (the memories are a bit fuzzy). Because of these “tryouts,” I always thought of God as someone you needed to dress up fancy for, sing all the right hymns and songs to, speak all the right words to when in group conversation, and so on. God seemed like a powerful King who demanded our love and devotion on Sunday mornings (or Saturday evenings, for some churches) with nothing in return. In other words, I thought of God as a tyrant bent on dominating our lives with the rules my chosen “religion” would impose on me. I thought this way for some time and was scared to go to church, for the most part, because I was never good enough to please God. I would always find a way to screw up and feel guilty about going to a “holy” place filled with people who could do no wrong. It was not until my family attended a small, non-denominational church that the truth was revealed to me.




