I keep returning to this picture of a sun-bleached house trailer with a wheelchair ramp. I can believe that God might be found there, as in a barn in Bethlehem. It reminds me of novelist Frederick Buechner's character, Leo Bebb, with his Church of Holy Love, Inc. in Armadillo, Florida.
I have always felt affection for one-off, "mom & pop" churches: the tabernacles, temples and ministries of Truth, of Praise, of Miracles, that you find especially in the South, down country roads and in strip-mall storefronts. Maybe because my own call to faith as a boy was so solitary, neither encouraged nor sanctioned by any fellowship. Just me and Billy Graham. What a long, long road it was to Rome.