This is where I worship.

I’m pretty danged proud of my church. Welcoming, warm, kind, and rocking. Yes, I go to the church that you’ve been seeking for years but just haven’t found in your travels. Saturday I got up at 4:30 in the afternoon. … Continue reading

Bring in the dancing ushers!

It’s 11 hours until church. I’m already a little bit tingly over the prospect. What?  You think I might be a religious zealot? Au contraire, mon frère. I am zeaolous in my faith, but not like you might think. No, … Continue reading