Letters to God
I battle to understand Afrikaans churches. I feel like you have to pay them money in return for being called a Christian. They send people to your house to collect money. Every month.
We haven’t been to church for way over a year, yet they still come to our house every month. Have they not realized that we don’t go there? What are we paying for if they don’t even realize we aren’t there?
Yesterday our church collector would have come to get our pay-off money. I told Tommie that I can’t be a hypocrite like that and won’t sit there talking nonsense when in reality I don’t even go to church. However, she never arrived! She phoned and told us to go to her house to give her the monies!!!! Oh boy – I don’t get that.
I don’t mind giving money to worthy organizations. I don’t mind giving money to church. I don’t. I just don’t want to be made to feel as though I have to. That it’s demanded of me or else I won’t see the inside of heaven. I feel church is a business (a great concept to be used to help people give their lives to God. To praise together) Yet…it is a business. We pay for a service. What am I paying for though if I don’t even go?
Anyway – let me rather share these cute letters of children writing to God.