There can be a bit of stigma around the word ‘church’. It summons very different images and feelings in people’s minds. Some are good and some are quite terrifying.
‘Church’ is much more than a description of a building to me. I go to a large church service each Sunday but it’s with a small group of women who gather each Monday night in my home where, what I describe as ‘church’ truly unfolds.
Todays post is a reflection one evening after a typical nights experience.