Doesn’t really matter the name over the door

My hubby started life attending a Southern Baptist church called Gordon Avenue Baptist Church. It was a little local neighborhood church. Quaint. I started with the American Baptist: First Baptist of Hamilton, Ohio. It had grown substantially. Life happened. We had years of growth. In our forties, we had both been attending Pentecostal churches and started our corresponding with each other from 1000 miles away.  7 months later, we were married in a Pentecostal church. We moved a few times in our marriage of 12 years. We sought God’s guidance for which church to plug into and serve in each time. This time, we landed here in Ohio and really enjoy a big Church of God. We went from there to a smaller branch where we can really plug in and serve. Who knew we’d be downtown Hamilton, inner city church that used to be St. John’s? Only God. Yes, this picture is sideways, sorry about that. St. John’s? Oh! My publisher is Catholic Life International….God and His consistence…..Ha