IHOP International House of Prayer

So last night I was invited to Danielle's birthday party
The plans for my night had already been ruined, so I entertained the possibility
Upon further questions, it was revealed to me her party was in north macon at the old church her and I attended, so long ago
the exact time frame was more so around the 10 month ago mark
events since that time have only added to the sense of duration
the building in north macon was anything but spectacular, the building had seen its fair share of seasons come and gone
the pale green paint was chipping off in several areas and the wooden fence with lined the perimeter was in dire need of repair, for the over growth made the task of locating the wooden defense nearly impossible
However those who flocked to the building claimed it as a holy place, or a house of god
I soon was assimilated and became a functional member of the body, my exact function and purpose in such a place had not made itself clear and present,
at the end of the day i found myself feeling somewhat brainwashed and upon the rising of the morning sun I would be on my way to the great house
to this day I can not provide an adequate explanation as to why i continued to make the journey day in and day out
was it because I believed there was some supernatural force at work among these walls?
Did I long for a sense of belonging among those who truly cared?
Had i completely lost hope and faith within myself so I was forced to find it elsewhere?
or did I simply just go because the girl i was infatuated with was constantly there?
the later of these explanations receives my belief; however it was also at these services in which i played the bass
And there en lies several additional unanswered questions
Continually going and sitting among those who believed they were being touched and moved by the Holly Spirit soon grew to be awkward, especially when they would turn to me excitingly asking 'did you feel Him move through this place!?"
growing tired of providing psuedo-answers of confirmation, I began to look for an out
I suppose I felt ashamed for lying in this building
A need was announced for a bass playing during the services, a need which I wasted no time in filling
Along with the singers, one of whom being Danielle, and other musicians, I created an atmosphere of worship, indirectly responsible for the congregation enduring their holy experiences
the aforementioned would approach upon the conclusion of their worship and thank me for my musical talent and for using such abilities to summon God in the place
I found these remarks more satisfying and less awkward then the questioning of my supernatural experiences during worship
Was it wrong to portray a farce in a building which so many exclaimed was the house of god?
At time, my sole concentration was upon Danielle, and the joy she brought to me
oddly enough, it was within this building's foundation that i lost such joy
thrown away, never to see the light of day nor my face again
And so here i was, being asked to revisit this old little house to celebrate the birth of she who broke my heart first, along with all the members who believe me to be holy, created for a purpose to win others to the salvation of their god
To only supplement to the irony, the church which embodied the house had moved into a larger building, leaving Danielle and her mother to move in and live within the walls of the old holy house of prayer.
No, i did not seek to revisit such a historical place
the thoughts and memories with find their way into my conscious thought were more than enough to suffice
I did not desire a visual reminder, for the end result would be that of an awkwardness which man has never experienced, this man at least