Tom Swift Writer’s Notebook

I come from a place known for its oversized shopping mall. I am in a place with a church large enough to house an amusement park.

We drove by God’s mansion the other day on our way to an area high school to walk our ferocious canine (if there are parks in these parts folks keep ’em secret). This was not the first time I had seen this almighty big-box but the observant person in my marriage noticed that the parking lot is so large they have signs to help you remember where you parked. Like at the mall. Except instead of parking in aisle B-9 or section West-14, at this church you can park in a spot that (see pic) would make the man proud.

It is, without question, the largest church I have seen. And this is not a big town. By my estimation, in this one church (one of many, many churches within city limits) there are seven square feet of space for every human being in the census.

Certainly, it’s big enough for me to get lost in. Though, I presume, the opposite is supposed to happen.

This post was added on Tuesday, February 26, 2008 by Tom Swift at 17:35 and is filed under Down Dixie.