Park Street Church

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me."

Revelation 3:20

First, I would like to tell everyone that this post will probably come as kind of a surprise to most of you that are not updated with my newest religious beliefs. Well, I opened the door. I believe in Christ and go to church.

Park Street Church is my church and I love it. It had been now three weeks since snow had kept me from going there and I realized today how much I had missed it.

I love it and I don't even know why. I don't really know anyone there. It's not a monumental breath-taking church, like the ones in Europe. I just like it. I feel good there. My heart is filled with joy.

I have always liked going to churches. Just being in there. But Park Street will always be the place where I started getting bugged by all this Christ thing. In the beginning I would go there and cry from the beginning to the end of the service. Those times seem like a long time ago.

Now I just feel a strange happiness. I feel at home.