Schommer.Life

7/6/2025

I went to church today. 

Last week, I ran into my son’s high school best friend’s father on a bike ride. When I moved to Racine, I ended up about two blocks from them. We chatted briefly, and he mentioned his wife was at a women’s church gathering in MKE, and I thought, how nice. I wish I had a group of women to be with. I asked if they still went to the same church in Kenosha. He said they went right down the road now. It’s walking distance, and he invited me to come and worship with them if it felt right. This church had caught my attention a few times on my walks with the dogs, and I thought I might check it out sometime. 

Last night, while reading the bible, the church called to me, and I knew I needed to go. I did a little research on the church and decided I would go to the early mass. If you’ve read my other posts, you know I have mentioned that I don’t feel I must be in a church to talk to God. The world is God’s house, and I can talk to him anywhere. Having a church is for the community and the lessons. My emotions get the best of me when I’m in church, and I feel people are watching me, wondering what kind of pain I’m in. This has made me uncomfortable and led me away from the churches I’ve been to. I just feel things on another level. Everyone has pain and a past; church makes me a very vulnerable person, and I need to feel at peace. 

I’ve only felt accepted at one other church, and it was when I was 19 or 20 years old. A friend took me to church with her, and I started going regularly with her for a while. It was a beautiful group of people, and they accepted my strong emotions; in fact, most of them had strong emotions that took over while they were in church, too. This church, where I was today…took my breath away, and when the pastor’s wife started to preach, I felt like she was talking to me. She said, “The Lord told me I needed to say something to someone…”It was a powerful moment. The community of people made me feel embraced, a part of, and safe. To the woman who sat next to me, thank you.

The sermon was on communion. It was a wonderful lesson, and things were mentioned that addressed my post from 7/4/25. I could feel God telling me I could let go of the pain and “bitterness” (a word said a few times in church today), ask for forgiveness, and continue to heal without the pain of the past. When we took communion, we did it together, as a community, knowing why we were doing this and with intentions. 

When I walked back outside, I smiled and thanked God for bringing me to this community. The air felt different, lighter, it felt right. 

XOXO

Schommer Life