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It was a good day, a Sunday going to church day.
     The sun was  a brilliant glow.
    The weather was agreeable, a welcoming change from the brutally brisk weather we been having.
     True Vine Baptist Church looked magnificent under the strength of the sun.  It's red bricks gleamed and the turret with a white cross on top crowned the gray roof. Beautiful rainbow stained glass windows were both consoling and inspiring to me.
     The interior of the church was opulent, yet simple, as contradictory as this may seem.
     So much fellowship love greeted me at the door, and I felt at home.
     Being a creature of habit, I sat in my usual chair in the back of the church.
     As a deeply entrenched introvert, not the type of person who like to be noticed or called out, although the holy spirit, which is a constant tenant there, often makes me out of a liar.
     I opened the program and was glad to see that Pastor Sherline Melvin was delivering the sermon.
     Women are heavily designed with complexity and deep emotions, and I am sisterly connected to this wonderful woman who had allowed herself to be a willing vessel of God.
     The divine message ; how to  kill your Goliath was spilled fluently from her lips unto the congregation with clear metaphors, that gripped the conscious.  Powerful, pounding and personal testimony was incorporated into her sermon and it left a bruising effect on the encephalon.
     Oh how clear it is that her faith is unfaltering and steadfast against afflicting storms.
    It was an Alegre moment.
     It was a good day, a blessed day a Sunday going to church day.

Author Mary E.W. Stephenson
Written as a church dedication and documented.

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