Visiting New Life and doing the intake unglued me. Questions were asked that threatened my entire reality and I thought I was losing my mind. I left there and sought a church, my church. The first church that Dennis and I had called "home" together. The church that baptized us as adults. The doors were closed and locked. I could see no one. No person was there to help me. It was me and God and that was good.
Between the wasted space of a building closed (when there is so much need in the world) and locked doors, I began to question why? Why do we do church this way.
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