I remember the first time I pondered about God. How was he? Was he tall, short, or intimidating? Would he be mad if I didn’t have good grades? I was about seven years old, and my mother ensured my sister, and I had a strong connection with God, even though I didn’t know who he actually was.
So, when my mom’s friend invited me to join her church while attending Sunday school, I figured it was an opportunity to step closer to heaven or, perhaps, even have a meeting with God. The best thing was there was no pressure. She asked me and if I wanted to go, okay; otherwise, no big deal.