More than a feeling.

Yesterday I went to a lot of churches, I went to 3 services all at different places. (I know what you are thinking, I’m really holy) But anyways, I went to Mike’s church plant with I’ve been wanting to go to for a while, I went to The Ridge where I normally go and then as I’m eating lunch with my roomate Brian he askes me to go to his church, which starts at 3 by the way because it’s predominatly college age/young married couples age. I told him no at the time that I had to get back to camp and get ready for the staff that comes today. And as I was driving to the interstate I just had this feeling like I should go to this church, I can’t explain it and I certainly don’t get these feelings often, or ever. I just felt like the Lord wanted me to go.

Now I really don’t know why he wanted me to, but I turned around and went. I saw some people that I knew because they hang out with Brian and I have just become friends with them in the process, and the pastor and his wife are awsome. So I’m sitting there waiting for this divine intervention from God telling me why I’m here and what I’m supposed to do with it. The singing passes, and this girl Brandi whom I had met and hung out with a couple of times gave her testimony, powerful stuff mind you, then the pastor spoke a little and I left. As I was leaving I’m thinking to myself “Why was I here?, Why did I feel so strong about going?” You know maybe I shouldn’t have been just sitting there looking for the sign because I probably missed it, or it just hasn’t been revealed to me. But I’ve never done that before, just have that urge to do something like that. It’s just like Brian flipped a switch in my mind when he asked me to go to church with him. I don’t understand it.