We may have found the best church in Texas. What a loaded statement!
I have to admit that Texas has been a bit of culture shock for this born and raised Ohio girl. I love the cowboy hats, the boots, the fact that 80% of drivers are toolin' around in a pickup. The weather, we have discussed so I won't belabor the point because I think I have made it clear that it is so Dadgum Hot that you have to blink twice as much as normal so your eyeballs don't shrivel up right in your head.
What I haven't mentioned is how different some of the buildings are. Granted, here I sit in rural Texas and not in a big urban hot spot - heh, I crack myself up.
But, I have noticed that many, many of the churches look significantly different from what I am used to. Not all, for sure, but many of them are buildings that look like they are made out of corrugated metal. And have outhouses behind the building. I am not complaining, just making an observation. If there weren't a sign hailing the name and cute little thought for the day, I am not sure I would have realized that they were houses of the Lord. I now know better.
At any rate, back to the church. It's a small church with a big heart. The worship was sincere, the people friendly and the preaching right on. Really, what more can you ask for in a church? I even knew all of the worship songs. And they threw in a hymn or two for good measure. Can't go wrong with the classics. It's so much easier to feel at home when you can worship and forget everything around you. 'Cause, isn't that the point?
There isn't a children's church, but I have no problem with that. I grew up sitting in "big church" and learning right along with my parents. We asked the kids at dinner what they learned and surprisingly, they were listening. Makes a mama proud.
Since we are in temporary housing, our visits to this particular church will be limited, but it is a blessing just the same. A sweet sanctuary in more ways than one. And I am thankful for it.
Counting it all sweet joy,