I tuck my shirt in on Sundays

I visited a nearby church recently and loved the chapel where we met for worship. It was small, beautiful with an exposed wood beam ceiling, stained-glass windows, almost a relic of the past. It reminded me of the baptist church in Monticello, Florida where my grandparents went. A handful of every age group in the congregation. Traditional hymns but with an acoustic guitar instead of an organ. I enjoyed it! There was a picture of an eagle (a little random, but who doesn’t love eagles, right?) in the pre-service Powerpoint loop, and I overheard a lady┬ábehind me say something that is now the quote of the week:

“I’m glad that’s our bird and not a turkey.”
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-Out of the Wilderness