What's it like going to church?

Baby, we have known each other for so many years, and this is your first time to go to church. You told me you went to church, and my mother was very happy when I spoke to you on the phone. I hope you can go to church to listen, get together and feel how friendly and kind people who believe in God are. I hope we can all be baptized by the Lord ... I wonder if there are many churches in Haidian? I want to know what the priest told you. I believe that God will take care of us. Although I haven't been there for a long time ... I have been praying silently in my heart that you and I can stand his test. I have been to church before, when I was still in high school. I remember my grandmother and his wife took me there. At that time, I thought going to church was listening to stories. The priest told many stories that I had never heard before, and now I have forgotten them. Forgive me, I have a bad memory, but I will never forget that after the preacher preached, everyone sang together with a hymn melody accompanied by the piano, which was a bit like a concert. Aunt who believes in God with her grandmother always likes to chat at her grandmother's house. She often reads classics and tells stories with her grandmother. After they sang together, they praised God. To tell you the truth, I am very willing to listen to the melodies of those songs. They are very nice. Although I can't recognize the lyrics they sang, I feel very comfortable ... My aunt is a few years older than her grandmother and is a foreigner. She speaks English fluently. She studied chemistry when she was young. So my family is in the business of dyeing hair and water. My mother almost married her son, my cousin, my mother's cousin. Later, my uncle became a chemistry teacher in my middle school, but he didn't teach my country. Their whole family believes in God. My cousin is very fashionable. In the 1970s, when everyone was black and gray, she permed her hair and wore flowery clothes. She has a beautiful photo. I remember it was always in the window of the photo studio. I liked her very much at that time, because she could not only tell stories, sing English, dress up and play the piano ... Later, I often liked to go to the school auditorium on weekends, because my classmate Yongmei's mother often went there to practice the piano on weekends. Yongmei and I were good friends in middle school. I remember Yongmei's mother had my hair cut. I left my parents before I was fifteen in 79, when I was a child (I don't know if it was because of malnutrition). Growing up with my grandmother, she was so strict with me that I ran to the hill behind the school dormitory and cried with a book. At that time, students worked hard and I was often infected. I feel so pitiful. Yongmei and I are in the same class. We are the family members of the staff in the class. We can go back to the staff dormitory after school without going to the student dormitory ... She later went to Normal University and I went to Guangzhou. Since her father died in Yongmei, her mother has always believed in God. My mother didn't believe in God until her stepfather died. Before she became a believer, my family bought a pedal organ because of my grandmother. Although the sound of the organ is not as good as that of the piano, it does not affect our whole family to enjoy the poems praising the Lord. Every time my mother is happy, she plays the piano. My mother and grandmother sang together, and an egg shaped thing sang along occasionally. I watched and felt that our family was full of joy and happiness. Even if my mother doesn't play, she often hums those melodies that she likes. She is happy ... under their influence, I have never been afraid of death or old age, because in the eyes of Christians, that is eternal life, because it is to be loved by God. There is no need to endure human pain and suffering, which seems absurd but it is indeed the spiritual pillar of some people in the world ... I often think now, baby, although I don't believe it now, I will definitely believe it in the future. Since I met you, every time I fly, I will pray silently in my heart, tell it that I trust it, and let God bless us to stay well forever ... Thank God, you gave me a stink, even if you don't let us be in the same city, but when we are together, when we talk on the phone, when we send text messages, when we miss the stink, we are happy ... because our hearts stink. Stinky, you won't leave me, will you? Even if you wanted to, God wouldn't agree!