I want a church that not only feeds me, but tells me why I need asparagus and okra instead of consisting on Burger King and Dairy Queen -- both spiritually and physically, LOL. My church steps on toes, calls a sin a sin, preaches that hell is still hot and God is still in control. You will either be saying "Amen" or "Oh, me." Or even "OUCH!" Under this highly anointed and no-holds-barred style of ministry I have grown in ways like I never have before, when I was being guided through religious rituals. I have been challenged, thus changed. It didn't come from getting my back patted, it came from sitting under the scrutiny of sometimes a pointed finger and a furrowed brow and eyes which seemed to be looking into my soul, followed by a tearful altar call where I cried out to God to deliver me from that which is unfruitful, unprofitable and evil in His sight. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Before DTC (my church), I never so much cried a single tear, not for my sins, or even for the grace of God.