Gratitude #4: Religion

Where I live, there's three churches on my street

and at each, we worship God,

we worship God the Father and His son Jesus Christ,

and we feel the holy spirit.

We worship in the church Christ designed himself

and the people aren't perfect

but God is

and that's why we keep going.

Where I live,

I can walk to two temples, each are less than three miles from my doorstep
I walk to two houses of God

where I can worship,

and believe in families as God designed them,

and pray to my Heavenly Father

and feel peace.

Where I live, I talk freely with others

about seeking wisdom from holy books

the Bible and the Book of Mormon.

We talk of Christ, we testify of Christ, we rejoice in Christ

and we try to be like him

we falter

but we try and try and try.

Where I live, we feed people who are hungry

we make friends with new faces in our neighborhood

we sing good music that fills us with tremors of service and high hopes and comfort.

Where I live, we learn languages

Spanish, Korean, Sign Language, Japanese, Arabic, Tagalog, and hundreds more

so that with those languages

we can teach other people

from the Holy Books

and help them know Jesus

and feel the sweetness of his love.

Where I live, I have religion, and I'm grateful.

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