The doors of the church are open

On Sundays when I used to take my grandmother to her church, the parishioners would often stand up and testify to what the Lord had done for them.

This is my church for the moment. I stand up in front of the altar and proclaim the good, the grace that I have received. From the Man Upstairs, from a very, very special one, and even from yours truly. I stand here to testify as to the man I continue to become. The man I want to be.

You can receive good, and grace. Even if the doors to your church are closed.