4 Feb 07

This morning, I attended a charistmatic church for the first time.

Boy, was I surprised. I was raised roughly Baptist, then spent a few years experiencing the Anglican tradition. This was roughly the exact opposite: raised hands, lots of murmuring, speaking in tongues; even flag-waving. The service lasted for two hours, half of which we spent singing five praise songs.

But the people were welcoming; I’d like to get to know them better. I may have to endure the services to meet the people.

At least the service ends with a buffet.