
Going to church in NYC is such a different experience than going in TX. Been trying to figure out the best way to describe it, but really it’s what makes everything in NYC better (at least for me). It’s real. Nothing fake about it. It’s not performative. You’re there because you want to be. You’re there because you need to be. All walks of life are in that church. The guy ripping the keyboard has dreads and is wearing a Yankees cap with green cargos. He has a toothpick in his mouth he’s smiling. The woman singing is all soul and she’s got jeans on and a simple black cardigan. The pastor is a hipster wearing a Sherpa denim jacket. Everyone around me is listening and praying. It’s not forced. You think God is dead in this city until you gather in a place where everyone is worshipping and you realize God is more alive here than anywhere you’ve ever been. What makes New York so special, in my opinion, is that nothing fake survives here. And that’s why God is alive here.























