Hand Grenades and Religion

Wake up, get out of bed, drag a comb across my head.
Get to the kitchen and have a cup of coffee. Grab my coat, put on my hat, make my ride in seconds flat.
Early yes, at 10:30ish. Head down to the church in town, never had been there in my life. Hadn't gone to church in a long time...

Yet this church had something special, as if you were walking into a concert. People packed the seats, and a awe inspiring band plays christian rock songs that make yoiu feel left out if you didn't sing the songs... I was even singing along. Then the host pastor came and gave child devotions to a couple families.
After that, A preforming service of which I have never had seen before. A voice as powerful and assertive like hand grenades in the audience. A tinge of humor that made it all the better, Pastor Jeff. Spoke of possesions and bieng a conduit of God's prowess and love. As a human, or wealthy landowner, be to give selflessly to the needy, at all times, scanning the horizons for oppurtunities to do so. And not to just take a job, then sit down on your leather couch.

Jesus gave his life to give us freedom from our sins, to save us from utter doom of sin. That may not make any sense what so ever. But the service was so powerful, yet kind to inspire who we can really be by aborbing His word into our lives and to give hope to others by spreading His word and grace. To be a conduit of His word shall be a job to all mortals alike.
Inspiring pastor Jeff is.

Regards,
Slick.