I went to church for the first time in over ten years. At first, I wasn’t sure it was something I was quite ready to do yet. But a friend of mine asked me to go with her and her husband. I decided that it was something that I needed to take a chance on.
For most of you that know me, I have a lot of tattoos. Tattoos that cover my arm, back, side, calves and foot. Most churches and Christians frown upon tattoos. So I chose to wear a long sleeve shirt in 90° weather. But this church was unlike any church I’d ever been to. From the moment I walked into that church, I felt like I belonged. I saw lots of people with lots of tattoos who weren’t afraid to show them there. But before I decided that this place was something that I wanted to continue to be a part of, I wanted to see how everything else went.
The pastor was one of the most inspiring, relatable person I’d ever listened to. Listening to him speak gave me chills. And it was during his sermon that i realized that this is where I belonged. I realized that this was the path that I needed to be on. After the sermon, I had the opportunity to meet with the pastor and he was very friendly and welcoming. In fact, everyone there was so nice. I didn’t feel like I was being judged for having tattoos or not having been much of a follower of Christ.
I’m so excited to continue going to this church and to keep experiencing what’s in store for my future. I’ve never felt so happy and at peace than I do now. And it’s an amazing feeling.
Journey to Faith 