Vacation church

This is the problem with clergy visiting other churches. My tendency is still to assess the worship experience: What works, what doesn't. It doesn't matter that I mainly worship in the pew these days. I am on vacation, which means "vacation church." The bread was square. The wine tasted like grape juice. My daughter told me it was wine. If so, it was a grape juicy wine. It was good to find out that children are still children here.

We sat in the back row of church

In Black Mountain.

The music was lovely,

Even supplemental.

There was a massive Jesus window

Behind the altar

One arm to the sky

One arm down

So we could tell

He identified as both God and man

But He was still

Very white.

The bottom of the window

Held mountains.

The young boy

At the end of our pew

Crawled under the pew in front,

Then back,

Then under again.

People laughed.

A good sign.

That massive Jesus

One arm up

One arm down

Will stick with me

For a while.