I have always belonged to two churches.
The first one is the one I was baptized in. You know the one. The one with an altar, a crucifix, wooden pews and creeky kneelers. It can be judgmental and sometimes exclusionary.
The second one welcomes all comers. No need for genuflections or confessions or dress up clothes. It is a place of great diversity. An inclusive place where I can be myself. A place where a God is present in the most unusual yet genuine way. A place where neglected places and people are nurtured.
