The Church I Attend

Is it just me, or does it seem that those of us who go to church get kind of a bad rap today?  Some people look at Christians as judgmental, intolerant, even hateful.  Well, I want to clear up a few things about the church I attend:

The church I attend views ALL people as God's children--Loved as they are.
The church I attend feeds the hungry in my community.
The church I attend doesn't agree with everything you do, but loves you anyway.
The church I attend is free of judgement.  After all, we ALL fall short.
The church I attend will not turn you away because we disagree with something you've done or said in the past.
The church I attend believes in the word of God and it's ability to change lives.
The church I attend believes in open hearts, open minds, and open doors.
The church I attend believes that different people worship in different ways, and that's ok.
When there's a disaster, the church I attend is one of the first on the scene offering assistance to any and all in need.
The church I attend knows we don't have all the answers, after all, only one perfect person ever existed.
The church I attend welcomes all who desire to come and know God, regardless of race, sex, color, age, marital status, or level of so-called perfection.
The church I attend strives to make a positive difference in its community instead of condemning from behind its closed doors.
The church I attend embodies Christian love.
The church I attend provides forgiveness, love, and grace.
The church I attend knows that nothing YOU can do can get you to heaven--the work has already been done, by God's only son, on the cross of Calvary.
The church I attend is awesome.
I am a United Methodist, and I love my church.

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