God's Church

I went to church this evening. The wooden doorway covered with rough bark towered high above my head. The sanctuary was magnificent. A thick moss carpet was decorated with acorns and red dogwood berries. The ceiling was a masterpiece of vibrant foliage against the October sky. Lyrical hymns and rustling wings sounded from above. I walked with God, and I fellowshipped with His creation.

My religion doesn't confine worship to a building or to just two days a week. To me, the earth itself is God’s church. God is present in nature. The breath of God gives life to everything on this earth, and the energy that flows through it is the very spirit of God.

I am in awe of God's artwork: a sky painted with color, fog settled over still water on a cool morning, the sun slowly rising. God is in every sunrise and sunset, in calm waters and raging storms. As I stand on the ridge, looking out over hills, treetops, and blue sky stretching out to eternity, I feel God's presence. The Holy Spirit is all around me, and I worship His greatness.