One of my favorite scenes in the movie “Best in Show” is when the two yuppie characters explain how they met.
Growing up in Massachusetts I didn’t have any idea that the South was hogging all the churches. (If you’re reading this post from Switzerland and need a point of reference, I’d say there are as many churches as there are people who sell bratwurst on the streets of Zurich. Geographical shout out!)
If you don’t like the church you’re attending in Atlanta for instance, you don’t have to “church hop,” you can kind of just “church fall down.” By the time you walk out of your old church and fall the five or six feet your body would travel like a chopped down tree you’ll probably land in the lobby of another one.
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