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Finding what I look for... You know ever since I have moved to Florida I have felt like a fish out of water.. My best friend told me years ago.. you are unsettled..and until you find what you seek you will not stay put.. I have moved 17 times in the 25 years..and that was before my last few moves.. I stopped counting.. Today I wonder why I stay in Florida.. I love the water.. I love my folks.. but it lacks something.. all my friends live up north.. there really is no where to meet anyone down here where I live.. and the church family I left can never be filled down here..this is what that blog is about.. When I went up to spend my weekend with my friends.. I ended up going to this church that I would love to attend every week! I have never been to a service like it..and I don't think I will ever find another one like it.. People were REAL! It was awesome to look from an outsiders point of view.. now that I have said that I will tell you the name of the church... Salvation Saloon.. no kidding.. no joke.. it was held in a Saloon.. and it was a Biker church.. no I did not attend with a Biker.. but everyone or most everyone in there was a Biker or married to one.. Every single last one of them with stories or history's to share.. of where they have been.. how they came through.. and where they stand today.. Who they stand for today.. it was an awesome experience.. The minister.. a retired Cop.. reached out all his life to help the ones in trouble.. find their way.. and he ended up doing a great job.. The Service was of direct speaking.. not metaphors... just told it how it is.. with everyone sitting in their leathers.. chains and coffee in hand.. They are starting a care basket to 10 Service men that they received names from the surrounding churches.. to send to and let them know that they are thought of.. prayed for..and loved.. any money collected will be going into those baskets.. as things from 'home'.. I did contribute.. for I would have given all I had to give for Those Strangers.. in a Strange land.. Far Away... This is a real worshipping place..they have their own web and the minister is available and very personable.. He said a prayer at the end of service.. and I went up to him and asked him for a copy.. by the time I got home.. he had e-mailed it to me.. and also wanted to let me know he had a book he wanted to give me.. although they are 2 1/2 hours away from me.. I felt very welcomed and very comfortable.. The band they worship with is called the Posse Band... just a small group... and I bet they sing country when not in service.. The congregation was called the Saloonitics.. it felt good to be in a place that didn't feel phony.. and it was a reminder we can find what we seek anywhere.. if we are open enough to grab for the possibility... It really was one of my highlights this weekend.. Sunday was the best day for me.. I just wanted to share that with you all.. Thanks..  ___________ Find the humor each day holds.... Gina |
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2/27/2007 4:54 am |
I came back to say..the part I wrote and highlighted here is what really this blog is all about.. I am an ENFP..so being a high extrovert.. I sometimes do not even know what I feel or mean until I say them... ...it was a reminder we can find what we seek anywhere.. if we are open enough to grab for the possibility... ___________ Find the humor each day holds.... Gina
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2/27/2007 10:12 am |
Sounds wonderful Gina. I would love to experience a church service like that. You have moved more than #17 times Wow!!! That sure is a lot of moving  
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2/27/2007 10:58 am |
Really great post...and young lady, your not alone in your quest to find a "place where you call HOME". Moving from place to place is an adventure and at the same troubling..Every time we move, we find out more about ourselves than we previously even knew. Somewhere in our inner being, there is a need to be part of a community and have a specific place called "home". It is a constant struggle to want those roots and at the same time, be ready to say F it, I can always move on. I, too, dreamed of being somewhere, anywhere that was warm and surrounded by water... My last stop was here in California where it is warm most of the time and we have the Pacific Ocean at our door step.It is still not enough, I think, until we find that certain peace within....we will always be looking & moving... and the Salvation Army, they kept me alive with food and a place to sleep many nights when I was roaming the streets at 15 and 16 years old just counting the days till I was 17 and could join the service and "get away"..They do GREAT work, I respect them immensely.. Good Luck babe, I hope you find your place and if you see me wondering around Florida... remind me to have a good talk with myself!! Best regards Dan
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