I’ve liked plenty of the churches I’ve visited this year—some of them enough to make me visit up to five weeks in a row—but I could really see myself coming back to the church I visited this Sunday.
I decided to venture out into a neighboring city again (just like I had done two Sundays ago when I visited an ELCA congregation), but I went for an Episcopal church this time instead of a Lutheran one.
(I’ve visited one of the Episcopal churches in my own town several times, but I never quite felt like that congregation was “The One.”)
Today’s church visit, though?
My photo doesn’t do it justice, but it definitely left a good first impression:
But it’s the people I met who really made a huge difference for me and make me want to keep coming back.
You live up in Yankee Land, but right now you’re down in God’s Country. my best friend’s husband teaching my daughter some geography :)