Skull Church

I'm not gonna lie. At the begining of last month, for the first time, I went to Skull Church. I thought "Oh brother, here we go again".Corny. I have had my fill of "cool" churches- churches that try so hard. I thought it was straight up weird. Colors, skulls, small town, small town people, really enthusiastic people.
I knew that it was coming up quickly this month. It seemed like all my friends here at Potter's Field loved it. And, because I know their character, I was going to "open" my mind.
We went last night for my second time. We waited outside in line for about an hour with a ton of small town kids. After we got in and got seated, the appearance didn't weird me out too much anymore. The worship, the message out of Matthew 24, and the concert following the event, were so solid. I worshipped the LORD- in SKULL church. It was sweet. It was yummy. I watched these kids from PFR- not kids, they're mostly older than me- and I kept watching them. They're not shaky, or awkward, or fragile. They are solid people, solid in the Lord. Who have their own flavors. Who have their own personalities. They are knit together and I love being among them.
I accept Skull Church. I'm over this prejudice. Actually, I'm tired of this prejudice. Why do I always automatically turn away and disagree? Jesus did no such thing.