Skipped Wesley tonight to see a show at the 40 Watt. Now my ears are ringing, my hair smells like reefer, my toes are bloody, and the soles of my chacos are sticky from shuffling around on the PBR soaked floor. I noticed something cool, though. The people all around me were worshiping, and if I might add, much more passionately than a lot of church-folk I've seen; it was quite clear that they were created to do so.
Please join me in prayer for our city.
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