The Reverend I was hoping the sun would peek over the treeline at this one room church with character in Wrightsville, WI when a wiry biker dude pulled over, got out of his Buick and walked quickly towards me.   I stiffened up and said (all tough), ” What’s up?” He introduced himself as Reverend Jerry and thanked me for taking an interest in his church.  He was on his way to give a guest sermon at a nearby congregation before doing his regular thing here.  He gave me the keys to the place to get a glimpse inside and told me to help myself to coffee and doughnuts.  Before I photographed him, he slipped off his leather jacket to reveal a t-shirt that read “Jesus Christ Heavenly Devoted Son”. The interior of the church was a trip - stuffed animals, sheet draped instruments, old pillows, a table covered with boxes of cold medicine, an empty aquarium and bottles of catsup.  Proof that the Lord’s house is truly wherever the heart is.  Amen.

The Reverend

I was hoping the sun would peek over the treeline at this one room church with character in Wrightsville, WI when a wiry biker dude pulled over, got out of his Buick and walked quickly towards me.   I stiffened up and said (all tough), ” What’s up?”

He introduced himself as Reverend Jerry and thanked me for taking an interest in his church.  He was on his way to give a guest sermon at a nearby congregation before doing his regular thing here.  He gave me the keys to the place to get a glimpse inside and told me to help myself to coffee and doughnuts.  Before I photographed him, he slipped off his leather jacket to reveal a t-shirt that read “Jesus Christ Heavenly Devoted Son”.

The interior of the church was a trip - stuffed animals, sheet draped instruments, old pillows, a table covered with boxes of cold medicine, an empty aquarium and bottles of catsup.  Proof that the Lord’s house is truly wherever the heart is.  Amen.