I grew up in Midwest City, Oklahoma. From my yard, I could see three churches. Within a mile radius, we had 11 churches. Ironically, my parents did not attend church at all. I would later understand why. Between the churches who sought to save "lost sheep" like myself and my friends who required to go to church weekly, there were many opportunities to attend a variety of churches.
I can remember the largest of those churches, a Southern Baptist church, where every Sunday they held space in the service for the sinners to "get right with the Lord" (thereby committing to pledge a weekly tithe as a good Christian). Every week after the hell, fire, and brimstone sermon, I'd watch ...
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