“Back to Church: A Trump-Free Zone (Thank God!)”
After years of faithfully (or maybe not so faithfully) staying away from organized religion, we decided to brave our return the Sunday before the Trump inauguration. Picture this: a medium-sized Southern Baptist church, the air thick with anticipation and reservations. Or maybe it was just the scent of coffee and donuts in the sanctuary, a sight and smell my old body hadn’t accepted in modern church services. We had reservations since we half expected a full-blown Trump rally disguised as a worship service, complete with fervent prayers for the “chosen one.” That kind of service was one of the reasons we had left the church for some time. To our immense relief, it wasn’t. To be honest, my apprehension about …