I was driving through Grand Rapids, MI and passed a sign indicating a drive-in church. I was curious and went looking for it, expecting one of those cheesey drive-through confessionals. When I spotted it, however, I found it to be a small church-shaped building big enough to hold maybe a few small offices. Attached to the front of the church was a large raised podium overlooking a large parking lot.
This was just the oddest concept. Never mind the potential for teenagers making out in the back seat while listening to a sermon, whatever happened to the concept of church as a community? If I want to hear someone talk I can just tune into any number of TV evengelism programs. I thought the whole point of going to church was to be with other Christians and support, encourage, and gossip with one another.
Still, a pretty bizarre place. I wish I had taken pictures.
Oh, man, that would be so awesome.
Intercom: Welcome to Friends of Jesus Drive Thru, can I take your order?
Me: Ah, yeah, I’d like uh, the Genesis meal deal, with a little Exodus…
Intercom: Sorry, was that Exodus, you said?
Me: Uh, yeah, but just a little, I’m trying to watch my weight.
Intercom: Okay.
Me: Uh, my husband will have the, uh… (what was it, honey?) Oh, the uh, Corinthians deal you have there in the window, and do you have any of those little packets of Jesus?
Intercom: pause Yes, we do.
Me: Okay, a few of those in the bag, please.
Intercom: Would you like Proverbs with that?
Me: Sure, that sounds good.
Intercom: Okay, ma’am, that comes to 25.65, and your eternal soul. Please pull up to the next window for payment.
Me, to husband: I hope mine comes with that Moses action figure.
Husband: I’m hoping for a burning bush!
There’s a cream for that now, I hear.
Here in the Twin Cities, we have drive-through liquor stores. It boggles the mind.