Westwinds

They were proud of not being church “as usual” and this translated into weekend services that bordered on the unusual. There were makeshift beaches carted in via wheelbarrow, dozens of TVs tuned to static-only stations, and one week, a tattoo artist dotting a design into someone’s shoulder from the sanctuary stage. All of this unfolded in the name of spiritual symbolism while singers sang and pastors preached and people prayed.

This was my sole definition of church for nearly six years.

During that time, I took on a variety of jobs in my quest to change the world—youth group leader, director of children’s ministries, bulletin hander-outer (some were less world changing then others). But the hat I wore most consistently, throughout all the rest of them, was that of overzealous social-activist.

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