Ugly Churches

There is a lot of beauty on Tybee Island. The place drips gorgeous. Palm Trees, lush tropical vegetation, the ocean, sea breezes ... miles and miles of clear blue skies ... sand dunes with sea oats ... a beautiful beach ... delightful cottages ... the Lighthouse ... Officer's Row ... the view from the Pier ... the South End. God invented beauty here. Not to say that it's perfect. It's not. The island has its share of ugly. The Baptist Church and the Catholic Church vie for the ugliest parking lot. I swear both congregations are addicted to rock ... white rock ... as in cocaine. Both churches paved Paradise and put up a parking lot. They're uglier than an old bowling shoe ... wonderful testimonies to the glory of God. The Methodist Church doesn't have a parking lot. It has parking meters. You have to pay for God's love there. The Episcopal Church is nicely nestled off the road behind a clump of Pine Trees. It is unassuming and ecologically sound. Though I never attend, I think it's the nicest of them all. In reality I have no idea. It just looks nice. Bar Church is of course, in a Bar. Bennie's. It smells of stale beer and urine. There is no parking lot although lots of people who attend receive parking tickets. The City of Tybee is run by Capitalistic Nazis who used to be Prostitutes. They'll do anything to turn a trick and make a dime ... I mean a quarter ... for fifteen minutes. I actually do attend Bar Church and we are considering a class action suit against the city for religious discrimination though by the time church is over ... we're wasted and just want to go to the beach. The Catholics did abandon a school and just leave it laying there so I suppose they take the cake on the ugly prize. I don't know ... the Baptists have the ugliest minister. Personally, I like the grand Cathedral that God built. It's on the south end with an incredible view of Little Tybee, where the ocean meets the Back River and Sand Dunes are prayer chapels. The Sun is always risen there ... and love comes on many a night as the word becomes flesh. I wonder what Sarah's doing? We need to go to Church.