Tears and Hugs
I haven't had a church home in a long time now. When I left Tennessee for the long sojourn to the Storehouse of Snow of South Dakota, I was pastoring a small church. I loved that experience. However, looking back at it, I always feel sad. I will never know but it seemed we were on the verge of growth. I loved that small congregation with everything within me. I saw God moving and touching lives. Just before I moved to South Dakota we seemed to all disperse. It was the great diaspora from The Well. I've not belonged anywhere since then. I made some attempts at fellowshipping with other believers while I was in South Dakota. Like the geography, everything was cold and distant. There were no warm smiles or greetings at any church I attended. It probably wasn't personal. The coldness of the people was so pervasive that I think it seemed as normal to them as the sub-zero weather. I knew that all excuses and re...