When Sundays Don’t Feel Holy
A gentle whisper for weary souls carrying scars into Sunday.
Some Sundays don’t feel holy.
They feel haunted by scars on your soul.
If that’s you tonight, you are not alone. Many of us carry into Sunday the echoes of voices that twisted faith into fear, belonging into shame. Sometimes even the thought of gathering or walking through church doors can make the body tense and the heart ache.
But hear me — this is not the Real Jesus.
He is gentle.
He is kind.
He does not wait with shame, but with love that stays.
So as you rest tonight, may His presence be your shelter.
May His peace settle over you like a soft blanket.
And may you know, deep down, that you do not walk into tomorrow alone.
Beautiful soul, breathe easy.
You are safe.
You are seen.
You are deeply loved.
If your nervous system has the energy, you can also listen to this week’s Saturday Night Light. But there is no pressure here. Whether you read or watch, this is your space to rest.
The Gentle Rise 