We are in the search for a new church and we visited
our first on Sunday. After spending five years at a church plant that met in a
school cafetorium, a traditional church is anything but traditional for us. We
entered the church building on Sunday with the big cross as a steeple, sat on cushioned
pews, and began the service with a baptism in the baptistry located behind the
choir loft. When the girl came back up from the water dripping wet, Evan said,
"Whoa! Was that God magic? Where did that water come from? There is no tub
or hose!"
Clearly, we need to have a talk with Evan before we entertain the idea of
visiting any additional churches.
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