Sunday morning, the road to our church was flooded out. When the road is impassible, it drives the pastor crazy. (He's in our small group and wouldn't admit that publicly.)
On wet Sundays, we park about a quarter-mile away and hike through a bit of mud, over some railroad tracks and along a gravel-lined path.
Our friends who have four-wheel drive have no problem negotiating the "lake."
Sunday, May 07, 2006
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