Not coming...why?

The baby was crying terribly behind my pew, I'm not coming to church again.
The boy in front climbs up and down distracting me, I'm not coming to church again.
The auntie next to me nags through the mass, I'm not coming to the church again.
The uncle shoved me at the entrance of the church, I'm not coming to church again.
The warden didn't allow me the parking lot I wanted, I'm not coming to church again.
The priest spoke on what I did not agree with, I'm not coming to church again.

Angry, frustrated, bored and stress...all the others fault...I'm not coming.

Why did I go to church in the first place?

Not for the baby.
Not for the boy.
Not for the auntie.
Not for the uncle.
Not for the warden.
Not for the priest.

It was for the Faith. For God.

To be thankful and prayful.

The faith is simple.

Love God.
Love thy neighbours.

God Bless

Kentigern