I'm catholic by birth and I love the Catholic Church, but at a very tender age one of the first opinions I formed was that denominations don't make much sense to me. I understood that the Catholic Church may have been the first church but still I felt that what mattered was that one served and worshipped God with sincerity of spirit. Even when as a 7 or 8 year old I was taught in catechism class that there are mortal and venial sins and that mortal sins (sins which cannot be forgiven) include stepping out on the Catholic Church ie attending a church of another denomination, that didn't make much sense to me either; does God really care if I'm catholic or not? I found 8 year old me asking myself.
So growing up with this mindset it came as no surprise to me when I found myself attending other services. A couple of years back I returned to catholism fully but a while later I found that I was hungry for more. I remember being unhappy one Sunday morning, the previous day there was a party at Chocolate's family home and after pretending to be all smiles and failing woefully, I stormed out of the place barely 30 minutes after getting there. I woke up the next morning and saw a text from Yoko asking if all was well and while I was trying to type a response Chocolate called and asked the same question. It was Sunday morning and I should have be prepping for church but I knew that mass would not uplift my spirit or do much for my state of mind, somehow Chocolate figured out what was on my mind and she said "I know how you're feeling. You need to go to a church where you can hear the word and let it speak to you, where the preacher ministers directly to you and you can feel yourself getting light again, where you can praise and worship and dance all your frustration away. Maybe you should come to........" No she wasn't referring to House on The Rock but to another similar church not too far away. I didn't go, I got dressed and went for mass.
Months later I found myself accompanying someone to a church I'd said I would NEVER EVER be a part of, I think the Sammie Okposo scandals also aided my decision, I heard all the stories on how he was just cancelling different chics in the choir and how a couple of them even got pregnant for him. What kind of place is that biko? Never! (But then so many churches have these incidents and are not being crucified...) Yet one Sunday morning I decided to visit and ever since I've gone back every Sunday and Wednesday, and now I'm so in love that I desire to become a real part of the family, a worker in church.
You might wonder what I love so much about it, it's simple; I'm growing and I'm learning every day, it's the frst church I've attended that with each service I leave with something valuable. It's as simple as that.
But I've found that every time I mention, and I mean EVERY time I mention to someone that I attend HOTR they turn their noses up, scrunch it like they just smelled rotten nsala soup and either shake their heads or laugh derisively. These people include two members of my family (who can't quite seem to tell me what exactly they have against the church *shrugs*), and even a few people on the blog.
I told y'all I went on a date last night and this guy was the THIRD person yesterday who scoffed at the mention of HOTR.
Nobody really ever tells me what's so horrible about it. I can't quite seem to figure out their perception or misperception of the church. I'm asking for some clarity this morning; what is so bad about The House On The Rock?