Oh, no, I thought to myself, here we go again. Some latecomers had forced us to move into the middle of the pew. There’s nothing worse than being in the middle of the pew in a Catholic church if you’re a Protestant “pew potato.”
You’ve heard of a couch potato? I was a pew potato. I plunked down in my pew every week but didn’t participate a whole lot, other than singing a hymn I recognized or shaking hands with my neighbors during the sign of peace.
Baptized a Catholic as a baby, Nicky’s parents very soon after began attending a Nazarene congregation. From a very young age he loved Christ. Growing up he assumed that Catholics weren’t saved. In his teen years the family began attending an Assemblies of God congregation. The family tended to church hop. His faith weakened in […]