An Evening with Dr. David Jeremiah – Evangelist

#16 – An Evening with David Jeremiah– Cedar Park, TX (Turning Point, San Diego, CA)



Why this Evangelist?

A few weeks back, my sister Suzanne said she had two tickets to hear an evangelist who was coming into town to speak and asked me if I’d like to go with her. Well, any time I’m with Suzanne, I can count on loads of laughter, so I said yes.

I’d never heard of Dr. David Jeremiah before this, but that’s not surprising. I don’t watch television, except for the news (old habits die hard). What little serial programming I watch is had through the Internet, so I’m a moving target for marketing companies or any evangelical event promotion.

In fact, the Reverend Billy Graham was the last evangelist I saw back in the early 70s at the Astrodome in Houston. If I could have stepped into a time machine and dialed myself 40 years into the future of evangelical crusades, I wouldn’t have believed it. My how things have changed!

My Preconceived Ideas of Evangelists

I’m not one for large crowds or big-time evangelists. My perceptions around well-known evangelists, aren’t high. Prior to this evening, I assumed the following:

  • Most evangelists are money and fame driven
  • Big-time evangelists have an inherent ability to twist emotional response
  • More show than substance

On this one, I couldn’t have been more wrong.


Prior to arriving at the Cedar Park Center north of Austin, I told Suzanne about my visit to see a distant family member just hours before. This family member and I talked about the SteepleStretch blog and my journey to visit different churches. She asked if I’d ever done a Walk to Emmaus. Clueless….I told her no. She offered a small bit of information and said there were several walks held around San Antonio and if I’d like go on one, she would sponsor me. Since she mentioned some other dear family members who had gone on one of these walks, my curiosity was piqued, but that was the extent of it.

As sister Suzanne and I walked into the convention center, I asked her if she’d ever heard of a “Walk to Emmaus.” A blank stare shot back at me.

We took a seat high up in the arena, so we could watch from above.

Lights. Camera. Action.

In rock concert form, two guys walked onto the stage with their t-shirt guns to shoot t-shirts from the stage out into the crowd. I immediately had a thought: I want to sell t-shirt guns. How cool would that be? Demos would rock! Then the bazooka of all t-shirt bazookas launched speeding cotton wads high into the balcony seats and the crowds went wild. 

After that surge of excitement, other musicians walked out onto the large stage, guiding a blind man (Gordon Mott) to the piano. Above, hung three large projection screens that highlighted Dr. David Jeremiah’s new book “What am I Afraid of?” As the band began to play, the thought immediately struck that this was probably the first time I’d seen band members dressed in suits, since seeing the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show back in 1964. I kind of wish that custom would reemerge. The audience gets a much different feeling when musicians perform in their best attire versus ripped jeans. There’s a “specialness” to the music an audience is about to hear.

Then Dr. David Jeremiah came out on stage with his wife and opened the evening with pictures of their family. They both proudly talked about each child and grandchild. That intimate look at their family gave the audience a personal view of Dr. Jeremiah, and I think went a long way toward understanding what he is about.

As with Cornerstone Church and the contemporary service I attended at Crossbridge Church, we stood for a long time while the band played. Maybe I’m just old, but I don’t like all this standing. I saw some of the elderly sit down after a while. I must certainly be part of that crowd, but instead taking a seat, I stayed on my 53-year-old feet with the rest of the youngun’s. Eventually we all sat for the performance of the “Old Rugged Cross” – the most wonderful rendition I’d ever experienced.

Dr. Jeremiah shared that the pianist on stage was the man who plays on probably most every famous Country & Western album ever heard, and after hearing him play, I understood why.

Now here’s where my level of appreciation soared and my statistical curiosity surged. I suddenly learned that Suzanne had not paid for the tickets. Dr. Jeremiah does not charge for these events. Really? He got up and talked about that a bit. It seems that his organization made that decision a few years back and had studied the phenomenon that if you don’t charge for an event, you’ll get a higher number of no-shows. In fact, only 42-44% of those with tickets will attend each event. So the Turning Point organization started issuing twice as many tickets as each event center holds. Oddly enough, he stated that this night in Austin had one of the highest ticket redemptions ever – 56% of all ticket holders had shown up.

I immediately had great respect for the man and his organization. Free tickets? I know what renting a facility of this size costs, including A/V and camera equipment, along with a grand piano. It ain’t cheap. This man had faith….a tremendous faith in what he was doing and the message he was about to deliver. That made me sit up and take notice.

The Message

Instead of a message about “fear,” I quickly learned that the night’s message would be on “The Resurrection of Hope.”

Dr. Jeremiah delivered his message from the book of Luke – the only book of the Bible that shares the story of Jesus’ resurrection from the experience of two men (one named Cleopas) on their way to …..wait for it……wait for it…..Emmaus!!! Suzanne immediately jabbed me in the ribs, cupped her hand to my ear and whispered: “Did you hear that? He is talking about a ‘walk to Emmaus’!” Okay, so then he had my full attention. Serendipitous? Prophetic? Coincidental? You decide! (Oh and if you happen to read this passage in Luke 24: 13 and see the wording ‘threescore furlongs from Jerusalem,’ I’ll save you some trouble, the distance calculation is 7 miles.)

In his message, Dr. Jeremiah talked considerably about the questions that Jesus asked. He even said, “Someone should write a book about all the questions Jesus asked and record how many there were.” (Ohhhh…that definitely sounds like a project I’d like to tackle. I love questions). Dr. Jeremiah said, “Have you ever noticed that Jesus often answered a question with another question?” Then Dr. Jeremiah went on to say that as Christians, we spend way too much time witnessing and not nearly enough time asking questions of those we are witnessing to. There is real power in asking questions and then in listening to those answers.

I like this man already! 

The three-point takeaway from the message included:

  • Jesus comes to us in the midst of our situation.
  • Jesus comes to us by revelation.
  • Jesus comes to us by invitation.

Post Event Commentary

Dr. Jeremiah’s delivery impressed me the most. He preached from the bible and didn’t twist it beyond what it actually said, as many preachers do. I felt his delivery simulated that of a teacher more than a evangelist who often rants and raves, shouts and screams to appeal to the emotion of the crowd. That I appreciated! My post impressions are that this man is thoughtful, studied, caring and most of all…genuine. I call that “refreshing.”

What’s Next?

Next weekend finds me in Houston, so I’m still trying to decided whether I’ll go to the largest church in America — Lakewood Church where Joel Osteen preaches, or whether I have the time to drive out to Spring, TX to hear my long-time friend Bobby Martin preach from his church – The Church at Creek’s End. I favor the latter, but time may be a factor that becomes the ultimate decision maker.


Coker United Methodist Church — San Antonio

photo 4-4

Sunday #15 – Coker United Methodist Church, 231 E. North Loop Rd., San Antonio, TX

Happy Easter, everyone!

Thanks to those who provided feedback after last week’s posting about the First Church of Christ, Scientist. I’m truly grateful to hear from people I know, and those I’ve never met who take time to share their knowledge about the various facets of a church service that I just don’t get. Who knew that the odd offering plates used in the Christian Science church are designed to prevent those around you from knowing how much you have just dropped in the “plate.” CLEVER!

Why this Methodist church?

My book club members have shown continued interested in the blog and what I’m learning along the way, so suggestions of churches proliferate during these monthly meetings. One of the book club members sings at this Methodist church, so she suggested I come to Easter services at Coker and hear the orchestra. Sounded good to me, as I’ve not heard an orchestra in church yet. Wouldn’t you know that with three Easter services today, I would chose the only one that didn’t have the orchestra playing. Instead, a wind ensemble regaled the crowd with bright sounds of trumpets and other horns.

Besides, how many churches could I possibly attend that have their very own cemetery? How cool is that? And I didn’t even know who Coker was before going to church today. Must have missed that in my Texas history class. Apparently, the state of Texas gave Coker this land for his efforts in the Battle of San Jacinto.

photo 2-4 photo 1-5


My Preconceived Ideas of Methodist Churches

I believe I may have been to a Methodist church way, way, WAY back in the 60s or 70s. My good friend Helen Loper attended the Methodist church in Sour Lake at one time and if I think hard enough, I do believe I attended church with her on one occasion. If memory serves, which it usually doesn’t, I think the Methodist service was much like Baptist services, except there was a bit more ritual thrown in.

When First Baptist Church of Nome burned to the ground, First Methodist of Nome opened their doors to their neighbors and allowed them to hold services in their church while the Baptists rebuilt. So, I’d also say from that experience these Methodists are people with generous hearts.


With it being Easter and no formal long bike ride planned for the day, I lassoed Don Bullard to accompany me to church. As we whipped into the parking lot, we had about five minutes to spare before the 8:15 a.m. service. Guess what awaited me in the lot – a first-timers, EMPTY parking spot. Score!

photo 1-4

As we entered the sanctuary, several men dressed in suits greeted us, and again another gentleman greeted me as we took a seat in a pew about half-way back from the stage. A few seconds later, a procession began down the main aisle, comprised of the pastor, other ministers carrying a pitcher of water (still don’t know what the symbolism of pouring water before a service is all about), altar boys and girls carrying candles, another person holding a large bible in the air and then all the choir members filing in after that. I looked around and saw the small group of horns and (gasp) hand bells at the front. My heart jumped because I used to play in the hand bell choir at First Presbyterian Church in Kingwood. Such fun to ring!

Service Begins

As the service began, we all stood to sing “Christ the Lord is Risen Today.” Three large projection screens highlighted the words to the hymn. About right here, I thought: These projection screens are putting hymn publishers out of business. Hymnals can still be found in the back of the pews, but nobody ever opens them. What a waste!

While we sang, I looked around and saw that this early morning crowd was primarily comprised of older adults, in the 40-80 age range – those who actually enjoy waking up early. My peeps! I guess the younger crowds arrive later, because the service was only half full. Men primarily wore suits and ties while others dressed business casual, but I kind of expected that with it being Easter.

photo 2-3

Staring straight ahead, I noticed tall strips of stained glass windows framed the stage and a massive ceiling soared above with a swath of interspersed lights. When I give you my tag-a-long friend’s background as a degreed electrical engineer, you’ll understand why his thoughts weren’t on stained glass this morning. Instead, he couldn’t help fixating on how anyone would ever change the light bulbs way up there. <rolling eyes> Much more important to fixate on the stained glass.

Together, we also became fixated on Pastor Barbara’s stole she wore around her neck and over her robe. Both sides of her stole together made one single image and strangely throughout the service, neither side ever rode up or down, but left a beautiful embroidered scene before the congregation. Not sure why that fascinated me so.

Of all the churches I’ve attended thus far, I’ve never heard a better storyteller than Pastor Barbara. She immediately went into a story about a young girl who became enchanted with horny toads. It’s a long story, but I can tell you that it does, indeed, relate to Easter. What mesmerized me the most wasn’t this particular story, or the following story about the death of a fellow pastor she knew. Even though that story brought a tear to my eye that welled up at the corner and then plunged down my cheek, it was the pastor’s uncanny ability to deliver a story, and even an entire sermon, without one “filler” word that had me transfixed. Those um’s, ah’s and you know’s that we sadly use to fill the gaps in our speech while our mind moves from one thought to another were never present the whole morning.

I’ve only ever met one other person with this amazing ability – Doreen Virtue – a spiritual doctor of psychology and a fourth generation metaphysician. To understand just how amazing this talent is, search Coast to Coast AM with George Noory and listen to a past Doreen Virtue interview. Truly an amazing example of an interview or speech without a single filler.

After the sermon came the offering. While the ushers passed the brass plates from pew-to-pew, the choir sung in the background. The only difference that I noted at this point was that the ushers came back to the front, where the altar boy and girl held out their hands for the plates that they then took to the altar.

After one more hymn came the highlight of the service – the Hallelujah Chorus. With the instruments playing, everyone sang along to this piece that can bring the hairs on your arms to attention, no matter how many times you may have heard it before.

Post Service Commentary

I enjoyed worshipping here for Easter. I’m so disappointed I missed the orchestra, but the wind instruments and choir didn’t disappoint. The service felt very much like a Baptist service, only with a bit more ritual and slightly more reverence. The only clapping came at the end of the service after the Hallelujah chorus. However, I did see one evangelical slip into the service, because she raised her hand high in the air as the choir sang the well-known chorus. Nobody joined her, but having experienced this before in other churches, I recognized the overflow of gratitude that causes someone to demonstrate appreciation in this way. See…..I’m learning.

Oh, and one other funny thing happened at the end of the service. It would be inappropriate to mention here, but ping me if you want to hear this funny story and I’ll delight in sharing it with you.

What’s Next?

Sister Suzanne has an extra ticket on Thursday to hear a religious speaker who is in town in Austin, so I’ll head north to attend that with her. Does that count as a church service? It might have to, as I’m supposed to be in Wimberley for a bike race on Sunday…..only watching, not participating. Perhaps I can sneak away and take in some type of service close by. Stay tuned….

Church of Christ, Scientist (aka Christian Science)

photo 3-2

First Church of Christ, Scientist

Sunday #14 – Church of Christ, Scientist, 501 N. Alamo, San Antonio, TX

After last week’s “toe dip” into Scientology, I thought I’d check out one of the other religions often mistaken for Scientology – Christian Science. The church is one of several on the decline in America’s religious landscape. However, you might be surprised to learn that some pretty well known people were raised in the Christian Science faith: Doris Day, Robin Williams, Marilyn Monroe, Henry Fonda, Andy Rooney, Bette Davis, Gene Autrey, Carol Channing, Ginger Rogers, Val Kilmer, Joan Crawford, Elizabeth Taylor, Marlon Brando, and on and on.

Though the church doesn’t publish its membership numbers, I’ve read membership estimates in the 100,00 to 500,000-range worldwide. However, many feel the number is closer to the lower level. Why is this? I can only guess that its due to the unwillingness of the mother church in Boston to pivot toward the desires of younger generations who expect a more contemporary service with musical tastes that stray from traditional hymns, along with an expectation of being able to “come as you are.” However, after reading this blog, you may discover what I found – a service that would be difficult to adapt to a contemporary service.

My Preconceived Ideas of Christian Science

Having only known of one person who had been involved in a Christian Science church, my knowledge of this faith is quite shallow. I probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought had it not been for an accident that this fellow student had one summer. As I recall, she fell off the diving board at the pool and cut open her chin. My neighbor, who was in her class at the time, shared that this girl was taken for medical treatment for the wound, but due to her belief, or non-belief in healing treatments, doctors sewed her chin up without any anesthetic. OUCH! So beyond that, I’d say my only preconceived notion is that Christian Science believers shun all medical intervention and medicine.


Knowing that the church is dwindling in numbers, I chose the bigger church downtown. Can’t say the 20 plus miles made any difference in that regard. I parked in the lot to the side of the large white building where a sign said “Reading Room.”

photo 4-3

However, I didn’t know if I were to go in that door, so I walked around to the front and up the stairs to three sets of double doors, all locked. Oh well, guess people aren’t invited in the front door. With a few minutes to spare, I walked back to the side and in toward the sound of a pipe organ. Two men greeted me – one must have known I was new, because he held up a finger and said, “Let me get you something.” I followed him to a place down the hall where he grabbed a pamphlet, handed it to me and said, “This will help you understand who the players will be this morning.”

Didn’t know what that meant, but I’m always game. I then walked up a staircase entryway, closing in on the pipe organ sound. That organ was the first thing I saw as I entered a huge expanse of an auditorium that probably had 500 cushioned seats and ….wait for it…..nine to ten people spread throughout the auditorium.

photo 1-3

Okay then. Guess I’ll take a seat right here. Oh wait….maybe over here directly in front of the hymnals. Didn’t matter, I had a clear view from ANYWHERE that I chose. 

Service Begins

The overall look of the church experience reminded me a bit of the Mormon LDS church I had visited early on in this process – no altar or stage, just a white barrier between the congregation and the speakers. A woman came to the microphone on the left and announced the hymn written by Mary Baker Eddy. She then proceeded to read it. That was a new one on me. So apparently Christian Scientists read the hymn before standing and singing it? As you’ll soon learn, reading is a big thing in this church.

With the beautiful pipe organ playing, we sang the hymn and I conspicuously looked around to see what people were wearing, if any more had arrived behind me. No to the later, but I did discover that the men all had on a suit and tie, while the women wore nice dress clothes. And oddly enough — not one single person in attendance was younger than my 53 years!

Then came a reading from the Bible, then a reading of the Lord’s Prayer interspersed with some commentary that came after each line. Wasn’t sure what that was about. Perhaps it’s Mary Baker Eddy’s interpretation or commentary? I remain clueless on that one.

After that came another hymn, first read through, then sung, followed by the reading of Notices. This gives people an idea of what’s going on in the church. Must be boring for the members, because it didn’t sound like it changed from one Sunday to the next.

Suddenly…I got one of those awful tickle feelings in my throat every time I took in a breath. I’d been sick since Friday with a sore throat. That tickle feeling, of course, led to a louder-than-wanted cough. GREAT! I probed my purse and grabbed a cough drop, popping it into my mouth. Then this overwhelming feeling of guilt struck me. Here I was with a group  of people who don’t believe in medicine. Do they believe in CVS over-the-counter medicine? My mind then went on a tangent of whether or not anyone saw me pop the lozenge in my mouth and whether it would melt in my mouth before the end of the service when I might breath menthol on some unknowing Christian Scientist. Geez! Why couldn’t I just pray this away before I came? However, I felt a little redeemed when later on doing the readings (yes, there were more readings) when the woman reader coughed once, sneezed, then blew her nose. Pheew…maybe my misstep wouldn’t be noticed.

Fortunately, I had done that before this older gentleman got up for his solo. He had a beautiful traditional voice and I would have hated if my coughing had interrupted that.

Then came the Subject of the Lesson – Sermon. Since the Christian Science church doesn’t have ministers or pastors, it uses two readers to deliver the scriptures from the old and new testaments and readings from “Science and Health with Keys to the Scripture by Mary Baker Eddy.”

In all these readings are many references to overcoming illness and sickness. The only thing that came to my mind was that if you talk about sickness so much, don’t you summon more of it to you? Guess that thought came from years of study in the Mile Hi Church in Colorado.

Then came the offering. As a gentleman took the offering in the oddest looking device I’ve ever seen – reminded me of my great grandfathers’ cushioned cigarette butt holder – a rigid ring that had some kind of soft material hanging down from it. While he finished taking the offering from the other nine people, I wondered how on earth the church keeps its lights on with this level of attendance. Without a pastor to pay each month, I’m sure expenses are low, but this is a big place and cooling it in the San Antonio summer isn’t cheap.

Then came another hymn to be read and then sung, the scientific statement of being and its correlative scripture and the benediction.  At this point, I wondered about the numbers I saw to the left of me. Baptists usually put numbers up for attendance in church and Sunday School, but these didn’t make any sense based upon the numbers I worshipped with in church today. Then it stuck me…doh….these were the hymn numbers. #feelingstupid

photo 2-2

Post Service Commentary

At the end of the service, I met some very nice ladies who stopped and asked me if I was just passing through. We talked for a minute and I relayed what a friend had shared, to which they agreed – I should come back on a Wednesday night to hear the testimony of healings that have taken place during the week, so I might just do that later.

What’s Next?

I’m excited about next week. I’ll be going to a Methodist church that has an orchestra that plays on Easter Sunday. Haven’t heard an orchestra in church yet, some I’m excited for this one. I wonder if I can get away with wearing my same old dress. Will be new for everyone else, right?

The Church of Scientology Mission of San Antonio

photo 1

Sunday #13 – The Church of Scientology Mission of San Antonio, 244 W. Olmos Drive, San Antonio, TX

Probably due to the word “science” being included in the name, Scientology, Christian Science and Church of Religious Science are often confused and thought of being the same. Yet, they are quite different religions founded by three separate individuals – L. Ron Hubbard, Mary Baker Eddy and Ernest Holmes.

In fact, that was my first question to Mary Jo as I entered the Church of Scientology Mission of San Antonio today for the 4:30 pm service. Indeed, she told me its quite common for Scientology to be confused with the Christian Science religion.

My Preconceived Ideas of Scientology

Having never known any one that was involved in Scientology, I would have been one of those who confused Christian Science with Scientology were it not for the talk show rants of Tom Cruise, John Travolta and Kirstie Alley. From those short interviews and other articles that I’ve happened upon, my preconceived ideas about Scientology include:

  1. Scientology is probably a big religion on the West Coast with many Hollywood stars active in its teachings.
  2. I’ve heard that the religion opposes any use of psychiatrists.
  3. More scary is that its members supposedly pay big bucks to take the different levels of classes that lead somewhere, but I’m not sure where.


I walked into the unassuming doors to the Church of Scientology Mission, located in an old commercial strip center. I had no fear or concern, because without knowing what time services were held, I’d called the number listed on the website earlier in the week. I heard back from Mary Jo, who put me completely at ease and told me what to wear (casual clothes). She also went over the two-part service that is held each Sunday afternoon.

When I arrived, Mary Jo showed me into a room with four empty chairs. She asked what I knew about Scientology and what I wanted to know. We talked for a short while about psychiatrists and I learned that the faith is not against all psychiatrists, but many of the ones who blindly prescribe psychotropic drugs. We talked about drugs like Ambien, Lunestra, etc. and how, in her belief, they do more harm than good. She then excused herself and went to the back. With a large TV sitting in front of me, I thought that I’d next have to see some video and that perhaps I was the only one there, but in walked two other women. Now, with MaryJo, we were a total of four for this service.

Service Begins

Mary Jo made the announcement that Sunday Services would now begin. She stepped to the side and picked up a huge gold leaf book with many long ribbon bookmarks hanging from it. This thing was as big as the large bible carried by altar boys down the aisle of St. Mary Cathedral in Austin.

I listened closely to the sermon read from a section in this book called “Integrity.” I had to listen hard to gain much from the reading, but I did gather that Dianetics is the basis for Scientology and that it has two parts: a philosophic part and a technical one. That’s about all I can tell you in that regard. This part of the service was fairly short. I didn’t hear any music, see an offering or hear much prayer at the Church of Scientology, so if hymns aren’t your thing, it may be one religion you want to try out. However, if you need music to move you into the worship experience of God, then this probably isn’t it.

Then came the most bizarre part of the service – the Group Process. Today, “Past, Present and Future” was the topic. It’s more of an interactive part of the service. It consists of the auditor, in this case Mary Jo, who reads from this gold leaf book. Leading into this section, Mary Jo said something that I may not have heard clearly, but if I’m right, she stated that Scientology was put here to cure mental health issues.

Not sure how I feel about that statement, if I heard it right. Although I do agree that way too many physicians and mental health professionals hand out anxiety, depression and sleep-inducing drug prescriptions like they are candy. The side effects of these drugs are so rampant that they quite often create more problems than cure.

So back to this Group Process thing…

To sum it up in one word….weird. It’s kind of like 30 minutes of Simon Says, but Simon Says makes more sense to me. We were told that this group process would open our awareness and quite likely help our IQ go up. In my case, I almost felt my IQ tumble as Mary Jo instructed us to feel the floor, then touch our chair, and on and on. To give you a sense of this, let me take you through a small portion.

Leader: Now touch your right ear. Do you feel your right ear?

Group: Yes

Leader: Good. Now touch your left ear. Do you feel your left ear?

Group: Yes

Leader: Good. Now touch your right year. Do you feel your right ear?

Group: Yes

This went on for 20 more times, then we’d move on to eyes, or the walls, then back to the floor and our chairs, sensing their presence each time – with each portion of this repeated 20 or more times.

Now I know why that book is so big! It’s filled with pages and pages of this Simon Says stuff.

Then after about 30 minutes of this, Mary Jo concluded the service with a prayer. Then the name of God was used once and I went away scratching my head as to why each page of this Simon Says book has a cross at the upper edges of each page. No mention of Jesus, so I don’t get the whole cross thing.

Granted, I may have missed something here, but after the service Mary Jo gave me a CD about L. Ron Hubbard, which I did watch later. Interesting man, but the whole DVD lauded every facet of his interesting life and the whole thing left me wondering about all the less than laudable parts of his life. Not that I know he had any, but we ALL have that flip side; I yearned to know his dark side details, as well.

Post Service Commentary

Met some nice people here in this, the smallest church service I’ve ever been to. However, I left in a thick fog about the whole thing. I don’t think I know much more than when I walked in, save for a bit of clarity on the whole psychiatrist bashing. I didn’t feel closer to God. I didn’t feel like anyone wanted my money or wanted me to learn more, which I sort of expected. I also didn’t feel any great personal yearning to know more, so I’ll leave that up to the rest of you. Go have a look at the website and tell me what I’m missing here. I do try to uncover the appeal of each church, but I’m not sure I’ve found the golden nugget in this one. However, it’s possible that it will be found in the writings of L. Ron Hubbard. I will get back to those and read a few; maybe it will all make sense then.

Yet, here’s the personal nugget I did find. This church is located right next to a thrift store I’ve not been to, and there are two more down the street. Yep. I’ll be coming back here!


photo 2


What’s Next?

After today, I’m thinking I need to go find out how Christian Scientists worship. Although at a party on Saturday night, someone thought I should go check out the Quakers. Can you all see me dragging my feet on the whole Islam thing? It’s not that I don’t want to go; I do! It’s just that I’m still searching for something to wear that would be considered modest in my closet. This is not easy to do!