This rural Kentucky Church of Christ is remarkably unpretentious. Laughter and camaraderie ring out.
Kiddies roll toy cars across the pews.
Guys show up in blue jeans and tee-shirts. They play guitar and sing loudly, clapping hands at key junctures, raising their arms up to God. And it came to pass, when the people heard the sound of the trumpet, and the people shouted with a great shout, that the wall fell down flat, so that the people went up into the city, every man straight before him, and they took the city. And they utterly destroyed all that was in the city, both man and woman, young and old, and ox, and sheep, and ass, with the edge of the sword. An understatement, I'd say, for the slaughter of an entire city.