I love when church springs up unexpectedly and I walk away knowing I met with God and the people He loves.
Church has happened to me twice recently and I wasn’t even in a church building either time.
Last week, church happened in my family room with a group of women, a couple of bottles of wine and a modest array of appetizers and desserts. Our common denominator was that we all call the same faith community, Floris UMC, our church home. My dog, Dobby was also present and slightly annoying in his eagerness to sample each lap in search of the perfect resting place and perhaps a morsel of food. We watched a video about vulnerability and then practiced it. Continue reading