Ever since I was a kid growing up and going to church because my parents told me to, it has been a very odd relationship I’ve had with attending a building every Sunday. On one hand, I enjoy it and in my recent years, I have grown to really love it and find it as the highlight of my week.
But also in the same sense, I don’t speak much about it outside of those four walls. Rarely did I ever share with co-workers, friends, even strangers, that I attend church on Sundays. It’s not something I bring up. Even when the topic of weekend activities is brought up, church is never mentioned. I was comfortable talking about almost anything else but church.
It’s hard to sometimes be open about church and there are reasons for it. For me, I didn’t want to open up a new conversation about my faith. I didn’t want people to think of me differently. And sometimes I just felt me talking about going to church would fit in the discussion. I just didn’t think it belonged.
I was so selfish.