Step 5. Will cease all attempts to apply teaching and rebuke to anyone but ourselves.
My son, Chandler goes to a very cool church. The pastor has tattoos and brown disks the size of poker chips implanted in his earlobes, and he quotes from Oswald Chambers and C. S.
Lewis — oh yes — and he plays a mean electric guitar in the worship band. His wife has bleached hair shaved ultra short on the sides, and not sure what it’s doing on top. The church meets in what was once a civic center auditorium with a large stage, concrete floor and theater seats. The concrete floor was a good thing since I spilled most of Marti’s hot tea on it and no one seemed to care. That’s why they let you carry your free coffee and cookies into the service. The bulletin was announcing a new women’s group called “Chicks,” (to go along with the men’s group, “Dudes”). On the website, the associate pastor is on a Harley.













