I was not prepared for the church to fail.
I was not prepared to feel lost without sanctuary.
I was not ready to peer into the actual lens of evil to see what power the demons are truly capable of on this planet.

I want to build a church. I don’t need stained glass windows, fountains, or carpet. I want a warehouse to call a church.

Six miles south of the town I grew up in is a town that by law no longer exists. It doesn’t have a post office, and by state code means…