Grace

Walk into any non or interdenominational church on a Sunday morning (or evening, which is when most of these churches hold their services these days), and you will most likely be met with a pleasing sight: throngs of young people in black fedoras, Justin Bieber haircuts, and ripped denim, all lifting their hands in worship of the Almighty. It’s an amazing sight to see in a generation that has such a desire to go its own way to ‘Carpe Diem’ and ‘Do As Thou Wilt‘ without regard for anyone or anything else. I know this picture well, not only because I attend one such church, but because I am one of them. I am the girl in the cool hat and Adidas originals, holding her Venti Chai Tea Latte (3 Pump, Coconut Milk, Lite Water, No Foam, Extra Hot, of course), and jumping up and down to ‘This is Living‘ at the…