Alpine Christian Fellowship

As I entered the church, a girl handed me a golf ball. It was yellow; the one atop the mic stand next to the pulpit was white. You could almost miss it within the pale gray vastness of the interior — that is, until the fluorescents went off and it shone beneath the yellow spotlight beside the bright pages of the open Bible. [+more]

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