Day 8: I Don’t Go To Church Every Sunday

I’m not going to sit here and type and lie about how I go to church every single Sunday that God created.  That would be a lie and I might burn in hell for it.  I’m going to be brutally honest about my relationship with church and hope to get a few things off my chest without this getting to my mother.  I was born and bred in the Anglican Church and this is my story.

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I remember when I was around 5 years old I loved going to church.  Maybe it was because of Sunday School.  The teacher whose name I can not recall was a lot of fun, we would sit and listen to Bible stories, sing songs, take part in plays, make friends, go out and play and generally have a great time.  Then I got a bit older and it was no more Sunday School for me I had to sit with the big girls in the main church and behave myself.  When I look back I realise that maybe it was the teenage hormones that generally didn’t like church.  You know how you turn into this little rebel who just wants to do the exact opposite of whatever your parents tell you to do.  Now Sundays were a chore because come rain or shine I had to attend church.  I would try feigning illness and my mother would simply tell me that if you go to church God will heal you and you will be as good as new.  She had a strict policy when it came to church and I failed to understand why I had to be forced to go to church every Sunday.  Each time I would try to question her I was met with “As long as you live under my roof you will do as I say.”

And so I soldiered on, a good 21 years of my life and when I finally moved out you do not want to know what happened…I went a whole ONE YEAR of no church.  Please don’t judge me.  I had done my time!  21 years of church is not a joke.  It’s not that I didn’t like going to church, I did but I just didn’t want to be forced to do go.  I believe that “You can take the donkey to the river but you can’t force it to drink.”  I would go to church yes, but half the time I was sulking inside and wishing I was home and that obviously defeated the whole purpose of even going in the first place.

I believe in God and I pray often it’s just that I don’t go to church religiously.  Does this make me a bad person?  I do know that going to church every Sunday does not mean you will automatically go to heaven.  I know a few people who go to church sometimes every day but how they treat others makes you wonder why they even go to church in the first place. Ohhhh no wait, I am not supposed to judge!!

I think that at the end of the day it is how you treat others that matters the most.  Your church attendance records should really not pose as an issue as long as you practice love, obedience, put others before yourself…all the positives life has to offer.  Will I go to church this Sunday?  Chances are very slim…But I will be kinder to the next person, I will be patient and listen to a colleague tell me what she is going through, I will offer someone part of my lunch, I will buy those oranges that I really don’t want because I know that will make a difference in the next persons life and chances are I will feel a lot better doing it compared to sitting and freezing my bum off for a 2 hour sermon.

I know you’re going to judge me but that’s okay, we are all entitled to live our best lives the way we know how.

Pray tell.  What is your church attendance like and what are your thoughts on Christianity?

©MaKupsy 2017

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Dare To Believe!

I have been keeping a journal for as long as I remember, the idea started when I was in senior school around age 14.  It has stuck with me over the years but lately I don’t make entries as often as I used to because  blogging has taken over the greater part of my life.   My handwriting has slowly become pathetic over the years so I quickly lost interest in the journal life.

I was doing some tidying up a few days ago and bumped into an old journal from 2006.  I have no idea where I got this entry from but I felt I needed to share it with my fellow bloggers.  Please note these are not my words, if anyone has any idea where this piece is from please let me know.

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You can’t be all things to all people.  You cant do all things at once.

You can’t do all things better than everyone else. Your humanity is showing just like everyone else’s.

So:

You have to find out who you are, and be that.  You have to decide what must come first and do that.

You have to discover your strengths, and use them.  You have to learn not to compete with others.

Because no one else is in contest of “being you”.

Then:

You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.  You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.

You will have learned to live with your limitations.  You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.

And you’ll be a most vital mortal.

DARE TO BELIEVE:

That you are a wonderful, unique person.  That you are a once-in-all-history event.

That it’s more than a right, it’s your duty, to be who you are.  That life if not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.

And you’ll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down.

For the Christian Prayer is not an option but an opportunity.

“In prayer; expect setbacks, but refuse retreat.”

Don’t tell the Lord how big the problem is, tell the problem how Great the Lord is!!

©MaKupsy 2017

Is This Your Enemy Of Progress?

I believe we all have that one thing that we know is an enemy of progress.  It can be laziness, lack of faith, that one ex who calls and suddenly has you thinking of taking them back, the love for money and even sex! Being an adult comes without a manual but through experience you get to know yourself better and realise when certain temptations hit all that progress you had made is about to come crumbling down…

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My love for natural sweet white wine will be the death of me!  I just love it so much it may as well be my best friend.  Last year my poison was Vodka but it came with stomach cramps the next day.  I had an affair with red wine that didn’t last for long because I would have a splitting headache the next day.  I finally decided to try out white wine and I absolutely loved it!  I remember Chef Takura(single and very sexy but he has a beard so he isn’t a potential candidate) recommending it to me and it listening to him was the best decision I ever made.  The one thing I love about white wine is I usually have it from the comfort of my warm bed and just after two glasses I am off to la la land.  I prefer having it on the occasional weekend that way I don’t feel so guilty for indulging in something I know is an enemy of progress in the fitness department.  I have a bottle all weekend though, that’s much better than having 3 bottles during the course of a weekend, yes, no?  (trying to defend the error of my ways here)

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I have had days were my whole day has been mapped by the things I have read, seen or watched on social media.  There was a week when the #MenAreTrash hash tag was trending on almost all social media platforms.  It was the most heartbreaking week of my life.  The stories I read about what women go through left me feeling blue.  I remember sharing my own story on my timeline and after that all the negative thoughts and feelings from the past came back to haunt me.

The very same platforms that bear sad news also come with beautiful things such as travel, love, relationships all wrapped in one.  Now this stuff will make you wish you can order a partner just like the one you saw on Instagram!  Don’t do it to yourself, take it from me.  People will always show you the bright side of their lives and hardly ever the problems they are going through.  Next thing you will contemplate breaking up with your partner because they have not taken you for a surprise getaway weekend to Italy, you will die from stress o!  To make matters worse you can actually go an entire morning surfing through the internet giving yourself self inflicted stress.  This is why you should stick to reading blogs like mine instead, nothing but good times only here.  However, I have found a way to deal with this and that is by simply taking time off social media.  Spend your time on other fulfilling activities that will not leave you green with envy or constantly comparing your life with the next person. Remember that comparison will steal your joy.  Do not let this be your enemy of progress!

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Negative energy is real.  Ever noticed how some people just love to complain about any and everything and once you are done talking to them you wonder why you are feeling miserable.  I am one person who values their peace of mind.  There are so many things going wrong in our country that could easily send you straight to your death while you are asleep the last thing you need is spending time with a “Negative Nancy”.  I understand that we all have problems and sometimes all you want to do is vent and get someone else to listen to you.  That’s perfectly fine but it is NOT okay to vent for an entire day.  Do you have any idea how that drains the next person?  Please do not do it to your loved ones.  If you decide to vent by all means do so but with all the venting make sure you come up with a solution to the problem together and act on it.  No one wants to spend time with negative people, they steal your joy.  Next time someone tries to ruin your day remember that it is your right to protect your peace and you can politely tell them to take their negative energy elsewhere.

I would love to hear from you.  What are some of your enemies of progress and how do deal with them?

©MaKupsy 2017

 

 

 

3 Reasons Why Every Woman Should Go on a ‘Man Fast’

“Once you know who you are and where God has called you to be, it will be easier for you to discern who/what is and isn’t right for you.”

Miss T. N. king

I’ve received emails from quite a few people asking me what a “man fast” is and how to go on one.  In a few of my past posts, I mentioned how I went on a man fast, but I never really shared what that experience was like and what I did when I was on it.  First, a “man fast” is a period of time where you cut off ALL communication, romance, dates, and non-platonic relationships with men in hopes of growing closer to Christ and discovering yourself.  There is no minimum or maximum amount of days to be on one.  My man fast lasted a month and a half.  Initially, I was in a place of confusion.  God had just closed the door on the guy, career path, and housing location I thought He wanted for my life.  But by the end of my fast, I was able to…

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