I’m not an evangelist.

I never thought of myself as an evangelist.   Growing up, my experience of ‘evangelists’ was limited to those  crusade-holding, slightly mysterious John the Baptist types.   We’d host special meetings, we’d invite the lost, silently willing them forward as the altar call was announced.   The evangelist would lead those at the front in…

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High heels and a dusty old church

I was up at my folks this past weekend, recovering from last week’s lurghie. On the drive back on Sunday morning, I was listening to a bit of Israel Houghton. I admit, I’m a bit of a vocal headcase in the car…keeping eyes firmly on the road (!!), I still like to properly belt out…

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