[grip_daddy]

After almost one year since I was in a worship service,

I finally went to church and witnessed remarkable joy and gladness of the heart. They were holy hours that made my life appreciate a meaning for tomorrow.

I sang the songs. Those songs left my heart calm and refreshed; to feel like a thirty one who had drunk cool water in a hot sunny day.

The preacher gave me a new dimension to life. A life full of vigour and energy. He talked of the happiness attesting the gift of sharing.

The afflicted were to be helped. I was touched when I saw little children contribute to the course of the poor, the down trodden, and the heavy ladened.

The choir did sing songs not for the praises of the Eternal King, but to call upon humanity for the need of eating healthily, exercising regularly, and taking good care of the physical body necessary for physical, mental, social, and spiritual growth and development.

Today my memory was reactivated. I remembered the good old days when God could take control of myself and bestow the heavenly love in the heart. I recalled vividly those sweet moments when my heart used to be soft, pure and full of emotions. I took it upon me to miss the old good days when friendship had a meaning, promises were binding, and love was sure like the noon day.

i figured out my current spiritual death, bent the gloomy face low, and wept.

What a day that was. A happy Sabbath I guess!