Harvester Baptist Church in Maryland
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Someone from a church called Harvester Baptist Church delivered a meal to my house a little over a year ago, when my husband was in the hospital. (My mom apparently knew the assistant pastor’s wife’s father…or something like that.) I was so nervous when I found out they wanted to deliver a meal. I thought it was going to be a witnessing session and I wasn’t in the frame of mind at the time to listen. The woman who came to my door was so nice it was unreal. She never asked about salvation or preached at me. Instead she told me that she would pray for my husband and that if I ever needed to speak to anyone that she was always available.
I have said all this because I have decided to visit this church. I already know that it is an IFBC and I would ordinarily run from it as fast as I could, but for whatever reason, I am being led to this church. Just yesterday I was sort of arguing with God about this while sitting at a red-light, waiting to turn left across oncoming traffic. I was not paying attention and when the light turned green for traffic going straight, I started to go as well. I was almost broadsided by this big van. The man in the van hit the horn and I slammed the breaks and mouthed ‘sorry’ He smiled at me and waved, but as he drove on by, I was stunned to see Harvester Baptist Church painted along the side of the van. It was as though God smacked me upside the head! lol
I am very nervous, because the last time I went to church was about 8 months ago for a Cub Scout ceremony. I panicked ten minutes in and had to leave. I missed my son getting his religious emblem, something he worked very hard for. To head off some of my fears, I am going to face them… I went up to the church earlier today and walked around the property and I am going to try and reach the pastor to see if I can visit while the church is empty. When I go, I will sit in the back at the end of the pew closest to the door.
So why post all this? I am committing myself to this decision and by posting it here I am forcing myself to face it. I will also post on the day I go, no matter what happens. So around 6pm on Sunday, if some of you could say a quick prayer for me, I would really...really appreciate it.
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Me at Hephzibah House in 1992 holding in my hands my most precious possession at the time.
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