I grew up in very rural Wisconsin where
- flannel shirts were often worn (with ties) by the ushers at our little church.
- Where wearing orange during hunting season was more prevelant than seen in the Rajneesh cult in Oregon in the 1980s.
- Where in the church parking lot in November you could likely find at least one pickup truck with a bible on the front seat, a hunting rifle on the back seat, and a deer draped over the hood.
- Where duct tape was an effective sermon illustration.
With this in mind let me share a small tribute to my redneck faith.
The worship, the smiling faces all tell you if you are KIN (you know Jesus) you are IN. It is all one big family of God reunion with a potluck macaroni buffet to boot.