Church Dilemma

The dilemma of church going began to resurface. I fall miserably towards sin. The swamp engulfs me and I spend months and years wallowed in confusion and guilt. As I reach the doorsteps of the church, I meet with all kinds of people lifting me up, praising me for my passion for Christ. I know, however, the rotten heart, the broken fragments of what was once an intact conscience. No one really chooses to believe, though, what lies beneath. The hypocrisy constricts my soul, and I again hide into the shadows. O, how I long for the love of Christ. Away from the crowd, I hide into a corner of His house, desperately asking for a solution, a remedy, the cross.