I started my search for a new church home in my new hometown. I attended the first church today at the invitation of a co-worker who noticed the icthus on my car and invited me to his church. I arrive at the church and the sanctuary was like none I've ever seen. It was more like an auditorium than a sanctuary. It was dark, there was no pulpit--just a---um---stage with a drum, saxophone, keyboard, and trumpet ready to go, all painted black. The service started off with the "Victory Chant". (For those of you who don't know it, it goes like this): Hail, Jesus, You're my king! Your light frees me to sing! I will praise all my days. You're perfect in all Your ways. Hail, Jesus, You're perfect in all Your ways. Hail, Jesus, You're my Lord. I will obey Your word. Jesus, I want to see Your Kingdom come Not my will, but Yours will be done. Glory, Glory, to the Lamb You will take us into the land. We will conquor in You're name. And proclaim that Jesus reigns Hail, Hail, Lion of Judah How powerful You are. Hail, Hail, Lion of Judah How wonderful You are. And this goes on until you get tired of singing it. They kept singing and singing. They went through it five times when I started counting. This is a high-octane song and pumps you up. But this was the tameset song would sing. Now I want to talk about the man who I thought was the pastor but turns out must have been the worship leader. He was energetic. But I got the impression that he was like the kid in high school who was trying to be cool but not quite making it. He started bobbing his head and slapping his hand on his leg and then--and this was comical though I doubt he meant it to be--he started clapping above his head then slapping his legs. It looked like he was doing jumping jacks. I almost felt like yelling out "More Cow Bell" (For those unfamiliar with this cultural reference, check out the YouTube video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Mie9hhQTUM) Then its time to start the service, the title of the message was "Sharing Jesus with your Peeps". And as visual aids the pastor brought out about 2 dozen peeps--those marshmallow Easter chicken candies--to represent the peeps in his world. He was also dressed in jean shorts and a polo shirt. So I guess now the ministry of the Gospel is no longer a professional career. Needless to say this church won't make it on the short list.