Then you park your car in front of an old stone church with big new banners. You walk inside to be greeted right away by a man trying to keep track of his 3 small children. You slip into the back pew, because you know Lutherans can be territorial. You pick up the green hymnal, excited that it still exists somewhere. A man named Mark, no actually that’s Andrew, gives you a wave from the front of the sanctuary. You feel a hand pat your back, and real Mark says “Did you get lost between Connecticut and Boonsboro?” You sit through the most inspiring service, with small children giggling and old men coughing and everyone singing. You learn about being an indoor Christian, which is something you really needed to hear. Afterwards, you have a cup of coffee with your new friend Mel, who is so excited to have someone new to share stories with, so he tells you everything he knows about the Civil War. And as you walk down the street to your poorly parked car, you’re feeling fresh and happy and filled with the Spirit (and not just because its Pentacost).