Unconventional Spiritual Practice: Imagination

I visited the National Museum of African American History & Culture in DC last Sunday morning. We skipped our regular church service and caught a train to DC with my family and brother to meet my sister-in-law who was leading a band trip there. So I can’t claim that it was my idea.

We had missed church service the weekend before as well and my inner church girl who owned several Sunday school perfect attendance airbrushed tee shirts was fighting me about missing church again.

Little did I know how much that visit would be a Divine encounter in and of itself.