Second Sunday

So I'm not much of a Pentecostal.  Nothing personal, of course, but there is something foreign about speaking in tongues that makes my ultimately High Church mind rebel.  It is a perfectly legitimate form of Christianity, but not really to my taste.  Today, I went to my second Pentecostal church in as many weeks.  It was...Pentecostal?  Also, it was fairly immigrant and therefore African, with lots of children running in the aisles and arm-wrestling on the floor.  It was a different, but refreshing, type of church.

Then I went to a coffee shop.  I rather like coffee shops, even if the coffee is overpriced.  Culture happens in coffee shops, around the little faux-antique tables, over cups of coffee.  Business deals, book deals and great ideas all have their genesis in the coffee shop. I have always wondered if I should start a church in a coffee shop...