We were newlyweds, in our first apartment, performing the dreaded church-shopping. We visited nearby churches, each one similar to the ones I attended as a child. Pews, pianos, choirs. They were sparsely attended, and though it was obvious we were visitors, very few people greeted us. So we moved on.
I had heard of a church that was a 20-minute drive from our new home. We decided to try it. On the way my husband grumbled, "I can't see making this drive every week." We were alerted to our arrival by policemen directing traffic into the lot and volunteers waving us into our parking space. This place was different.
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