This past Sunday, we had church in the park. We gathered to hear the wonderful worship music of The Lawrence Family, listened to a 9/11 Tribute from Steve Williams, ate a never-ending (until it was all gone, of course) potluck picnic, had a cupcake competition and a softball game (oldies vs punks), and, best of all, had some amazing fellowship.
Of course it may have seemed like an odd day for a church picnic - it was, honestly, supposed to be a day of solemn remembrance. So why were we celebrating?
