Ken and Esmeralda's church is starting a Saturday evening service once a month, hoping to, in the future, have it more than once a month. They call it a "contemporary" service. By my standards, and probably by yours, it really isn't the NORMAL contemporary! But, we did have a guitar (imagine!), and a piano (wow! Instead of the organ!), choruses interspersed in the formal hymns, and the preacher wore jeans! Wow! In fact, even the worship team was dressed very informally - yep, jeans! And in one of the songs there was clapping!

The preacher happened to be my son, Ken. He spoke on the widow's mite in the gospel of Mark, and did a super excellent job! And I'm not even biased!

That's granddaughter Maria listening attentively to Papi.