So I pull into the parking lot and there is a long section right in the front with "visitor parking" posted all over it. While I don't want people pointing at the "visiting sinner," I'd park close. The closer the spot to the door the faster I can bug out after the snore fest is over, but, I get to where the spaces are and they are all filled. Well that's good, at least I am not the only visitor. Then I notice the cars have those fish things on the back and cross bumper stickers and such. Man... those are regular church people parked in the visitor spaces. Hmmm... guess they didn't really want me to park there.
I find a place in the back. It was right next to a car with a whole school of those fish things (like 10 or so) on the back of their van. What is that all about? There was also a bumper sticker that talked about the guy working for a Jewish carpenter... also strange. Anyway, I get out of my car and head toward the building. I realize I don't know where to go in. Even McDonalds has signs to tell you where to go. I didn't know where to go in! Man... no way am I walking in on some healing thing or some kind of weird ritual... all because I walked in the wrong door. I might go in and be on stage with the swaying singing people... not me... oh no. I walked even closer to the building and got even more worried about what door I was supposed to go in.
So, I decided to head out. Guess church wasn't for me today.
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Your dad and I were ushers yesterday. Part of our "job" is to go a little earlier and "work the room" and greet.
At the back I saw a young man and when I first saw him he looked down. I greeted a few people and looked back his direction. He looked so incredibly sad. I went and sat down next to him and introduced myself and asked how long he had been coming to Northside. He said this was his first time and he had just been in Spring a week. I asked if his job brought him here and he said no, he was in a three month rehab. I told him I was glad he was here and that I thought he would love the music and pastor Dave, because David is crazy. I noticed a man sat down beside him later who also looked very pale, very thin, and looked kind of shaky.
I asked him after the service, while his friend introduced himself to David, if your dad and I could pray with him and he said he wouldn't mind. I asked him to go asked his friend if he would like prayer also and unfortunately they never came back in. I guess maybe I was too forward. But I pray they do come back.
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