(image via Pixabay) There is a Protestant church near my house, whose kiosk boasts “explosive services” and a choir known as the “Gospel Glamor Girls.” The explosive services happen during Sunday’s Divine Liturgy time, or else I think I would sneak out and attend one of them– there’s something very holy and wholesome about a modest brick Protestant church in the middle of a very poor neighborhood in Northern Appalachia. I like to go on my walks down that street in the evenings,... Read more