Now, no surprise. I love the local church. I love the church for lots of reasons. I'm a preacher's

kid, so it was a big part of my life growing up. And preachers kids, we see the best of church,

and we see the worst of church. And any preacher's kid who still loves the local church,

God must be alive and well, because we have seen it all. We've seen the underbelly. We're preachers kids. We're not impressed with the

hype. You know, growing up, I would hear people walk out and say, I just felt the spirit of God tonight

and the church. And I would be like, no, the room was full. Take that same number of people put them in a room four

times as large. You wouldn't feel anything but empty. So, I mean, again, you can get a little cynical. But I mean, we're just not, we're not confused by what's real and by what's not real. And again, you've seen the best and the

worst. I'm speaking to the worst when I was in the eighth grade. I've told somebody to this story.

I was in the eighth grade. I'm sitting on about the sixth pew on a Wednesday night service

because we had Wednesday night church and Baptist Church. And my dad was on the stage, you know, in the Baptist Church, they had the thrones up there. Remember the thrones? I don't know if you remember. There's like two big ones than two smaller ones for the

education director and the music director. Anyway, we don't do that. And again, people are going to

look back one day and go, can you believe they put a TV? You know, his chair, anyway, and he's the senior pastor.

This is just what we did, right?

But they did.

And there's this guy there behind the pulpit, and he didn't like my dad.

There was some stuff going on in the church.

And he starts talking, and he uses profanity.

I know.

I mean, we wouldn't even do that.

Now, this is like 1970s.

I was in the eighth grade. And my dad walks up

beside him, the guy standing there, and he says, and he says, and he says, his name. I still

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