The church is moving out.
The woman on the subway reading her Bible in her peaceful world. Mine is filled with clatter. And clutter. But I see her.
She is the church on the move.
The pizza place in the old church in the big city. The stones that held the saved souls and sinners songs now throw dough and dollars.
This is the church on the move.
Are you a part of the moving in or the moving out?