This happened years ago, but I remember my question: Where was the alter? The cross was easy to find, hanging high above the choir loft. Since it was large, and smack dab in the middle of the chancel area, the pulpit was obvious.
But what about the alter?
Back then I was officially on a sabbatical and not serving a church. I decided to attend one of the “mega churches” in the Fresno area. You know: wherever two or three thousand are gathered in my name . . .
I should be honest and put a few labels on the table . . . or on the alter? I am a liberal, progressive Christian. The church I attended was not. Since I’m being confessional, I will admit that I attended the highest profile church in our region out of curiosity, and not to worship our loving Creator. Continue reading →