The Latecomers

The Latecomers

There I was, standing at my usual post at our greeter desk, positioned directly in front of our preschool area.  We were 15 minutes into the service, and, per our security protocol, I had just shut our doors and heard the automatic “click” of the lock behind me. Right...

Don’t Be A Worship Wallflower

“Mom, please don’t dance.” I hear that request about once a day. (At least she uses “please”, right?) I think my tween daughter must have recurring nightmares of me busting into the Electric Slide or the MC Hammer on aisle three of the grocery store with her skulking...

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