The inquiry never fails . . . Andielle, where is your church home?

The inquiry never fails. Within an hour of meeting me the question of my Church home pops up. I use to take it as an insult . . . who are you to imply that I need a pledge of allegiance to a Church in order to know God or gain benefits of fellowship. As time continued I gained transparency . . . the question wasn’t an offense but instead a sanction for the visible love that I experienced with my Father. So why am I still receiving undesired recommendations and invitations?
Recently I began posing this lengthy response to those who query about my house of worship. The entire world is my church; I know that where two or more are gathered in His name He is there; no one has a greater understanding than those who receive awareness from God; pieces of the puzzle are dispersed throughout the land and I refuse to be pigeon hole. This wasn’t good enough or either it was completely ignore fore the invites still came, so I am going to take this chance to address this issue once more.
Confides are all things human. Church membership places boundaries and systems on souls who interchange with many others daily. Being timeless and limitless, such nonsense does not appeal to me as I fight hard to avoid routine. Before you ask . . . no; I do not believe that my way of living is for everyone . . . feed your soul what it needs in order to sustain. Identically, I know that I can gain just as much wisdom from someone using public transportation as I could from a translator of the Vatican. I love introducing ideas to ideas, people to people and a mixture of both. Everyday that I walk out of the door I am aware fore I know that any moment God may send me a message.
Tithe? Well the church can utilize more than one currency. I give to the cause of the family each time I aid with my words and energy- leading in my own way, directed by God. Money is not a force which drives me so any argument presented as to its worth for the church is wasting precious energy; since I know that the church is plugged into its individual flow of prosperity. If they sleep on the opportunity . . . well that’s on them and should be addressed by their followers.
Music of praise? That I receive from the various stations and genre of music that I listen too. I stand by this due to the numerous folks who have acknowledged how the praise I play has touched them.
Conclusively, I am not against the Church and will accept invitations to visit but declaring homage to one entity is something that I can not bear myself to do at this moment. Besides, I do love the enchantment of fascination over which brother or sister will deliver answers for me as I am out and about. The days of the Church are still long- its objective still unexecuted. But that doesn’t mean that the Church of today is for everyone; the failure that they are recovering from gives reason for that which is another editorial.
Angel Butator, can you add this up because apparently I can’t.