“Excuse me.” Tap, tap, tap on my shoulder. I turn to see a woman standing behind me. She smiles, her perfect white teeth bling back at me. “Hi,” she whispers and shoves a t-shirt the size of a moomoo at me. “We’re so happy to have you here today. But,…
Humans are a bossy lot, aren’t we? Every single one of us wants things our way and some stick to the motto, “My way or highway”. We are governed by rules and rule makers. But how do we know which rules to follow? Who gets to decide how you live…
Spiky pink hair. Hands raised in worship. Drums. Clapping. Dancing. Shouting. Clothes with holes. Dirt. Tattoos. Too much skin showing. Just a small list of things folks complain about at church. They’re often referred to as distractions. I can’t concentrate on worship when I see that. I think it’s disgusting…
